Page 67 of Little Spider

My heart races, and I feel panic creeping in, but he presses his lips to my ear, his breath hot and wicked.

“Do you know why I brought Vex?” he whispers. “Because you act so tough, but I see through it. You’re terrified. And fear makes you beautiful.”

He trails his fingers down my arm, tracing the path the spider took earlier, and I can’t stop the shiver that runs through me. He leans down, his mouth brushing over mine, his tongue flicking out to taste the fear on my lips.

“Let’s see how brave you really are,” he purrs, his hand slipping back to the container. He lifts Vex carefully, the spider crawling onto his palm. I tense, trying to move away, but he pushes me back with his body, his grip unyielding.

“Stay still,” he warns, his voice low and dark. “You don’t want to startle her. She’s just curious. Likes warmth. Likes the way your skin feels.”

He presses his palm to my shoulder, letting Vex crawl onto me again, and I bite back a whimper, frozen in place as the spider moves over my collarbone, inching down toward my chest.

Damien’s eyes never leave mine, his lips curving into a wicked smile.

“Don’t move,” he murmurs. “I’ll reward you if you stay perfectly still. If you’re good for me.”

His free hand slips under my shirt, pushing it up, exposing my bare skin. The cool air prickles over me, and I shiver, trying to control my breathing. Vex moves slowly, tracing the curve of my shoulder, inching closer to my chest.

“You’re beautiful like this,” Damien whispers, his mouth brushing over my jaw. “So scared. So perfect. Makes me want to see how far I can push you.”

He presses his body against mine, one hand gripping my hip, the other trailing down to my waistband, tugging my pants lower. I choke on a breath, terrified of moving too quickly and startling the spider.

“You’re not going to move,” he taunts, his voice a low growl. “You’re going to take it. Take everything I give you. And you’re going to do it without a single sound. Understand?”

I nod, barely able to breathe, my heart racing. He smirks, satisfied, and moves his hand between my thighs, fingers brushing over me, teasing. I bite my lip hard to keep from gasping, but he just laughs softly.

Vex inches closer to my chest, crawling down toward my exposed skin, and I can’t help the way my body tenses, muscles rigid. Damien’s hand slides over my thigh, gripping hard enough to leave bruises, his mouth pressing hot kisses along my throat.

“Imagine if she bites you,” he whispers, his tongue flicking over my pulse. “Imagine the pain mixing with pleasure. You’d look so pretty, writhing under me, not knowing if you’re shaking from fear or how much you want it.”

My legs tremble, and he takes advantage, pushing them apart, his fingers sliding inside me without warning. I bite down on a scream, my body jerking involuntarily, and Vex pauses, shifting her legs.

Damien smirks, pulling back just enough to watch my reaction.

“Careful,” he warns, voice dripping with dark amusement. “You don’t want to make her angry.”

His fingers move slowly, curling just right, and I can’t stop the way my hips rock toward him, desperate for more. Vex moves again, crawling lower, and I can’t hold back a whimper.

Damien leans in, biting down on my shoulder, his hand never stopping, building a rhythm that’s maddening and torturous.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So obedient. So desperate. Maybe I should let Vex crawl lower. See how brave you really are.”

The thought sends a wave of terror through me, but I can’t stop the heat pooling low in my belly, the way his voice mixes with fear and pleasure, making my body respond even when my mind screams to stop.

His hand moves faster, his thumb pressing hard against my clit, and I can’t help the sob that breaks free, tears stinging my eyes. He watches me, eyes blazing with cruel satisfaction.

“Are you going to cum for me?” he whispers, biting my ear. “Even with that spider crawling over your skin, reminding you that one wrong move could end badly?”

I choke out a breath, fighting back the climax building, terrified of how I’ll react when it hits. Vex shifts, moving closer to my sternum, and Damien’s mouth crashes onto mine, swallowing the moan that tears free as my body clenches around his fingers.

He doesn’t slow down, driving me through it, his teeth scraping over my lips, drawing blood.

“That’s it,” he growls, his voice rough and dark. “You look so pretty when you’re falling apart.”

Vex finally crawls back onto his hand, and he moves her away, placing her gently back into the container. Relief floods me, but he doesn’t give me a moment to recover—grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“You didn’t move,” he murmurs, voice dripping with pride. “Good girl. You took it like you were made for it.”

His lips crash into mine again, rough and claiming, and I can’t stop the way my body melts against him, desperate for his touch even as my mind screams that this is all so wrong.