half pleasure pulses through me until my toes curl. Again, I nearly come, my hips jolting off the bed. My hands clench around the metal bars of the headboard.
“Damn,” he growls as his lips and tongue leave long hot trails along my abdomen, going lower and lower toward my aching sex. “I’m going to spend the night inside you, Wildcat.” His tongue rakes over my skin, searing, branding me like fire. Tantalizingly close to the place where my body needs it most but never touching there. “Fucking you like an animal for hours.”
The wickedness of his promise drives me mad. Even the underlying fear of him plunging into my back end makes me hotter until I long to feel the bite of pain that will no doubt come with him taking me that way. My hips wriggle as if my body is trying to bring his mouth closer to my core with a will of its own. He lets out a guttural, triumphant chuckle that fans my hatred.
At last, his head dips lower and his tongue glides over my throbbing clit. The single caress reawakens the pain lingering from the clamp coming off, and I whimper, my hips jerking up toward him.
I intend to tell him to stop, but all that comes out is a hiss between my teeth. He hums in his throat and sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Ah!” A riot of pleasure courses through me and I toss my head. He gives another hard suck and then tongues my clit, tormenting it until I’m panting and writhing, rubbing my sex shamelessly against his face.
I’ve never felt anything so intense in my life.
For a moment longer, he lets me ride the waves of pleasure breaking over me. Then, as is typical of him, the instant before I come apart in a writhing mess, he rears up and sits back on his knees. I lift my head, small whimpers escaping me.
“Wow. I really, really hate you.”
Spider says nothing. The hard set of his jaw makes me swallow. He slides his fingers between my legs and coats them with my juices until I’m wriggling. Then he slips one digit into my puckered hole.
The strange sense of pressure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I blink, trying to adjust to it. I’d been expecting it to hurt, but—
Spider slips a second finger in, pushing both all the way back.
I widen my eyes, choking on a whimper at the volts of pain that zing along my back passage.
“Ah…. Spider… hurts…” I fling my hand down to push his away. He shoves my wrist off, slides his fingers out, and then thrusts them back in.
Jolts of fire shoot through my insides and I hiss loudly.
“Relax and it won’t hurt as much.”
I pant, trying to relax the muscles, but as he slides his fingers in and out, I clench around them, intensifying the sting. Volts of pleasure ricochet inside me, and I can’t decide if I want to kick him away or push back onto his touch.
Withdrawing his fingers, he undoes his belt and pants with a few flicks of his wrist, regarding me with a possessive predatory look that has my heart pounding.
If it hurts that much with only two of his fingers, how much will it hurt with him pounding his much bigger shaft into me there?
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I say, sitting up. “You can’t be seri—”
“Lie down,” he orders.
There’s nothing to do but obey. My chest tightens with fear and dread. I try to control my breathing and lie back onto the pillows.
He leaves his cut on. I can see the patches on the leather, reminders of the lawless, dangerous animal he is. Reminders that I can’t trust him, and that I belong to a man that has no issue with hurting me just because he can.
I’m allowed a glimpse of his long, vividly hard maleness, of him stroking himself before he seizes my ankle and spins me onto my stomach.
The sudden aggression elicits a cry of surprise from me. His palm cracks down on my bare backside, and I’m not sure if the slap is meant to be payment for my insubordination, or just because he can.
Oh, dear God. Here we go.
“Spider.” I try to roll over onto my back. “Wait a minute—”
“Relax,” he orders. He positions himself between my legs, spreading his knees and wedging mine wide apart. “If you resist, you’ll only make it harder on yourself.”