I shiver, barely able to catch my breath, and his lips find mine again, softer this time, almost gentle.
But I know that look in his eyes—the hunger that hasn’t been sated yet.
And I know I’m not getting out of this bed until he’s completely satisfied.
I can’t move. The force of what he just did to me wrecked my body, and every muscle is trembling. I should hate him. I should push him away. But as he hovers over me, eyes dark and wild, I can’t stop the way my body still aches for him.
He brushes his thumb over my swollen lips, smirking when I flinch. “Look at you,” he murmurs, voice like smoke and sin. “All used up and ruined. Did I break you already, Little Spider? Or do you still have some fight left in you?”
I don’t respond, too breathless and raw to form words. He grabs my jaw, forcing my eyes to meet his, thumb pressing against my bottom lip. “I asked you a question,” he growls, leaning closer, his breath hot against my face. “Did I break you? Or are you just waiting for me to push you even further?”
My lips part, and he slides his thumb into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. I can’t help but suck instinctively, and his eyes darken, lips curving into that wicked, knowing smile. “Good girl,” he purrs. “Always knew you’d be so pretty with your mouth full.”
He pulls his thumb free, tracing it down my chin, smearing a bit of spit along my neck. I shiver, unable to hide the way my body responds to every touch.
He leans in, biting my earlobe before whispering, “You keep trying to act tough, but I see right through you. You’re desperate for it. Desperate to be controlled. You don’t have to admit it—I’ll drag it out of you piece by piece until you’re begging me not to stop.”
My throat feels tight, my heart slamming against my ribs. I should hate him. I should scream at him. But his words crawl under my skin, twisting around my bones, and I hate how much I want to hear more.
His hands move down my body, dragging his nails along my ribs, leaving faint red marks. He spreads my legs wider, settling between them, his hard length pressing against my pussy through his jeans. “Feel that?” he taunts, rolling his hips in slow, torturous circles. “That’s what you do to me. You make me lose my fucking mind. I should punish you for it—make you take every inch until you’re crying.”
A whimper slips free, and he leans down, licking the sound right off my lips, his kiss rough and consuming. He pulls back just enough to see my face, eyes sharp and hungry. “You don’t get to hide from me,” he growls. “I want to see every broken, beautiful reaction when I make you mine over and over.”
I try to catch my breath, but he keeps his weight on me, pinning me down, one hand sliding under my thigh to hitch my leg higher around his waist. “What’s the matter, Little Spider?”he mocks, dragging his teeth over my collarbone. “Cat got your tongue? Or are you just too overwhelmed to fight back?”
I grit my teeth, hating how he sees right through me. “Fuck you,” I whisper, but the words come out shaky.
He laughs—a dark, vicious sound that makes my skin prickle. “Oh, you will,” he purrs. “But first, I’m going to hear you beg for it. I’m going to make you so desperate that you forget your own name. The only thing you’ll remember is how good it feels when I’m inside you.”
His hand slips between us, palming my breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak, and I gasp, trying to twist away. He doesn’t let me, trapping me under him, his mouth following the path of his hands, sucking a bruise into the curve of my breast.
“You look so pretty when you’re wrecked,” he murmurs, biting down hard enough to make me cry out. “Like you don’t know whether to push me away or pull me closer. Go on—try to fight. I’ll just make it harder for you.”
His fingers trace the waistband of his jeans, and I can’t stop watching, pulse thundering as he slowly unzips. He pulls himself free, stroking himself lazily, eyes locked on mine, smirk never wavering. “You’re going to be good for me, right?” he teases, rubbing the tip against my pussy, just enough to make me squirm. “Or do I have to force you to take it?”
I bite back a moan, too embarrassed to admit how much I want it. He drags his length through my slick folds, teasing, never giving me what I really need.
“Tell me,” he growls, voice dropping lower. “Tell me how much you want it.”
I shake my head, too proud to beg, but he just pushes the head in, barely stretching me, then pulls back, grinning when I whimper. “See? I knew you’d make it difficult. But that’s okay. I like breaking you in.”
He pushes in a little further, just enough to make me gasp, then pulls back again, making my hips buck in frustration. “Please,” I whisper, my voice breaking.
He hummed, pressing his forehead to mine, eyes piercing through me. “Please what? Use your words, Little Spider. I want to hear how desperate you are for me.”
My cheeks burn, and I bite my lip, but he nudges deeper, stretching me just enough to sting. “Say it,” he demands, one hand gripping my throat lightly, just enough to make my pulse race. “Admit that you need me to fuck you. Say it.”
Tears sting my eyes, both from frustration and shame, and I can’t hold it in anymore. “Please… fuck me. I need it. I need you.”
His smirk is pure victory, and he kisses me hard, devouring the confession. “That’s my good girl,” he growls. “Now, hold on tight, because I’m not stopping until I’ve ruined you completely.”
He thrusts in, filling me in one brutal motion, and I cry out, nails digging into his shoulders. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, setting a relentless pace, driving into me over and over, his hands gripping my hips so hard I know there’ll be bruises.
“You take it so well,” he groans, voice rough with desire. “Like your body was made to be fucked by me. You feel that? How deep I am? You’re mine, Raven. No one else will ever make you feel like this.”
I can’t answer—too lost in the rhythm of his hips, the way he fills me so perfectly, the rough scrape of his jeans against my thighs. He presses his lips to my ear, breath hot and ragged. “You’ll never get rid of me. I’ll make sure you remember this every time you close your eyes. I’ll be the only thing you dream about.”
I can feel his hard cock pulsing inside of me, every nerve clenching around him, God, he feels so fucking good. He shouldn’t feel this good. His hand slowly glides up my body resting around my neck causing my gasps to come out inshort bursts. “Little spider, I can feel you fucking squeezing my cock. You fucking needy little spider. Fuck.” Every word shoots through my body and I moan just at the word ‘fuck’.
