Page 69 of Little Spider

“Cum for me,” he growls. “Cum while she’s watching. While you’re too scared to move. Show me how fucking good you are at being mine.”

His pace quickens, and I can’t hold back the wave that crashes over me, my body clenching around his fingers as I scream his name, barely muffled by his mouth on mine.

He keeps thrusting, dragging out every shiver and sob, his eyes dark with satisfaction. Vex finally moves back up, crawling over my ribs, and Damien pulls her gently into his hand, placing her back into the container.

He cups my face, wiping the tear from my cheek with his thumb, his lips brushing over mine, soft and almost tender.

“You did so well, Little Spider,” he whispers. “But next time… I think I’ll see how brave you really are.”

And I know deep down that he means it.

And the worst part?

Some sick, twisted part of me knows I’ll let him.

My whole body is quivering, my senses are heightened, and I am gasping for air. Damien pulls me closer, his hands possessive, fingers digging into my hips as he leans down to kiss me—rough and claiming, like he’s branding me with his mouth.

His hands slide under my thighs, lifting me onto the pedestal, my legs draped over his hips, and I can’t help the soft, broken sound that slips out when he presses against me, grinding slowly, deliberately. The cold metal bites into my back, but it’s nothing compared to the heat radiating from him.

His fingers trail down my throat, squeezing just enough to remind me who’s in control.

“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” he growls, his lips brushing over my jaw. “All marked up, trembling, scared… and still so fucking wet for me.”

I bite down on my lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatens to break free. He notices, of course, and his hand tightens on my throat, forcing me to look at him.

“I didn’t say you could be quiet,” he sneers. “I want to hear every little sound. I want to know how much you love being mine.”

His mouth crashes against mine again, teeth scraping over my lips, and I gasp when he bites down hard enough to draw blood. He licks it away, eyes dark and hungry, like he’s savouring the taste of my fear.

He reaches behind me, grabbing the spider container, and my heart skips a beat. He doesn’t open it, just sets it next to us on the pedestal, his eyes locked on mine.

“Do you know why I like Vex?” he whispers, trailing his fingers down my stomach. “Because she’s patient. She waits. She knows its prey will come to her. Just like you.”

My pulse races, and I try to push him away, but he grabs my wrists, pinning them behind my back with one hand. Hisother hand slips under my waistband, tugging my pants lower, exposing me completely to the cold air.

I can’t help the way my body arches toward him, desperate and aching, and he smirks, pressing his fingers against me, sliding through the slickness.

“Such a pretty little mess,” he taunts, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “You’d let me do anything to you right now, wouldn’t you? You’d take it, even if it hurt. Even if I made it unbearable.”

I choke on a sob, and he leans in, biting down on my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin.

“Admit it,” he whispers, his fingers moving slower, teasing me until I’m shaking. “Admit that you love being caught. Love knowing you can’t get away.”

I can’t speak, too overwhelmed, and he grins, dragging his teeth along my collarbone.

“You don’t have to say it,” he purrs. “Your body’s already telling me the truth.”

His free hand moves back to the container, and he flicks the lid open just a crack, his fingers brushing the edge where Vex waits. My stomach twists, and he notices, his smirk widening.

“Should I let her out again?” he teases, his hand slipping back between my thighs. “Maybe this time I’ll let her crawl a little lower. See how brave you really are.”

I shake my head, but he grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“No? Are you sure?” he mocks, his thumb rubbing slow, cruel circles over my clit. “Maybe you need a reminder that I’m in charge. I decide what happens to you. You just lie there and take it.”

He presses his forehead to mine, grinding his hips against me, and I feel the hard line of his cock pressing through his jeans. He doesn’t bother undressing, just unzips enough to freehimself, and I gasp when he presses the tip against me, not entering, just teasing.

“You’re mine,” he growls, voice rough and unforgiving. “And I’m going to make you feel it.”