He shakes his head. Then he slowly starts to undo the buttons on my halter. His eyes trap mine, hungry and shameless and alive with ownership.
I reach up, trying to push his hands away, but he flicks them off. “Hands at your sides.”
My eyes swim with tears, but I fight them back. Knowing there’s no other choice, I drop my arms. His intentions settle on me, insidious and inescapable. After what he’s done, he’s just going to take my body, doing who knows what twisted things to me, and with the camera on us the whole time.
And then he’ll probably watch it afterwards, getting himself off again.
Why in heck, with how much I loathe him right now, does that thought make my sex ache?
I kill any urge to fight, tamping down any emotion he might see.
“Rat will see us,” I say tonelessly.
“Maybe he will.” He undoes the last few buttons on the halter and runs his fingers over the spider’s web scars on my chest. His eyes drink in his marks, and his tongue flicks over his lips.
“Maybe I’ll show all the boys later,” he adds in a low growl that seems like a parody of intimacy. “I’ll bet the boys would love to watch you getting fucked.”
“You’re sick.”
And yet the idea of him letting the men watch him possess my body like the savage he is makes my core throb. My nipples peak, tightening under his burning gaze until they hurt.
“You make me this way. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
He pushes the halter top from my shoulders with that familiar unsettling gentleness that makes me feel as if he’s taking care with his favorite toy. His calloused fingers graze my shoulders, causing a shiver of unwilling delight to wrack my frame. The top falls to the floor.
“These hot little tits.” He flicks my already aching nipples with his thumbs.
I snatch a breath, forcing myself not to otherwise react. Dark amusement fills his eyes and he tweaks each ridged nub, rolling them between his fingers. Silent, he watches me for a long moment, and I don’t like the look he’s giving me.
Before I can consider what the look means, he steps back. “On the bed.”
Reminding myself that resistance will get me nowhere, gut clenching, I climb onto the bed. Lying across the mattress, my backside stings a little, but I grit my teeth and ignore it.
“Still sore?” He climbs onto the bed with me, kneeling between my legs.
I ignore his quip.
Spider pulls off my pants and panties, tossing them aside. Awareness of my nakedness pierces me with shame, his callousness cutting across my heart. I close my eyes, retreating inside myself to that familiar place where he can’t reach.
“Don’t do that. Open your eyes,” he orders. “Don’t shut me out.”
Staring at the ceiling, I open my eyes and try to ignore the thought that an unseen camera is looking down at me, that everything is being recorded for who knows who to watch.
If he’s going to take me, I may not be able to fight or close my eyes, but I won’t give him anything beyond what he asks either. He’d threatened to let his brothers watch, but it’ll be a boring show if all I do is lie here. The joke will be on him. I’ll be empty, a puppet without emotion, someone he can’t hurt.
Then two of Spider’s fingers dip between my legs, stroking my core. Wetness coats his fingers, and humiliation burns my cheeks when the corners of his mouth turn up.
“Soaked for me as always.” He hums appreciatively, a guttural sound that sets my body on fire with longing.
It takes all my will not to squirm at his touch. “You missed me, Wildcat. I know you did.”
The words mock my shame, but again, I don’t give him the satisfaction of a reply, instead staring up at the ceiling as though I’ve left my body.
“I see. You’re going to play that game.”
I swallow, expecting him to undo his pants, to thrust into me, punish me into responding. Instead, his head swoops in and his lips and tongue leave a searing trail along my neck and throat.
Before I can stop it, my head drops back, my breathing catching. He tongues my earlobe into his mouth, biting hard. My mouth drops open on a silent moan, my nails digging into the mattress.
As if he’s aware of his affect on me, he grinds his hardened shaft into me until I feel every inch of