Page 38 of The October Trials

Look forward. Look away, anywhere but back at that damn creature.

“Look at you,” he murmurs to the spider. “Came to watch. You always did like watching my sins.”

Cage’s eyes cut to my face. Whatever he sees there satisfies him.

“Scared, little bird?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. One arm hooks around my waist. In a single motion, he flips me onto my back and enters me again. The sudden stretch makes me moan.

I go completely still as he lowers the spider onto my stomach.

The first touch of those legs against my skin feels wrong. The spider begins to crawl over the plane of my belly, right over the small bump from Cage’s massive dick still moving inside me.

“Cage—” My voice cracks.

“Shh.” He’s watching the spider. Watching me. His pupils are blown wide. Every time the tarantula’s legs brush a new inch of skin, his cock twitches inside me. “Feel that? How your cunt just clenched? That’s your fear, and it’s fucking delicious.”

The spider reaches the underside of my breast. I can’t stop the full-body shudder that rips through me. My hands fly up, hovering, not quite brave enough to knock it away. Cage catches one wrist and pins it above my head anyway.

A broken whimper leaves my throat.

Cage groans like he’s the one being touched. His thrusts turn vicious. Hard, deep strokes.

“G—OD! Oh, fuck, Cage!”

“That’s it,” he rasps, forehead dropping to mine. His breath is hot. Unsteady. “Fuck—look at you. Shaking for me. For us.”

My pussy keeps tightening around him in helpless pulses. He feels every one of them. Drinks them down like he’s starving.

Cage’s free hand slides between our bodies and finds my clit, rubbing in tight, mean circles that match the snap of his hips. Something inside me fractures.

The thrill of the fear sharpens my senses. Becomes another kind of heat that races down my spine and settles in my pussy. He’s showing me all kinds of new things my body responds to—pain, fear, degradation.

His hand closes around my neck, stealing the air from my lungs as I come, stars bursting behind my eyes. Every nerve feels electrified, shuddering with the force of it.

Cage fucks me through my orgasm and every aftershock like he never wants it to end.

Moments later, a rustle in the tree catches my attention. Shit, Parker’s awake.

He starts howling and twisting until he fully comes to and witnesses the scene in front of him. “Blair—what the fuck—get off her—GET OFF HER!”

Cage doesn’t stop.

He drives into me harder, like Parker’s attention only fuels him. One hand stays locked on my hip, keeping me exactly where he wants me. The other reaches back and casually picks up the knife again.

“Look at him,” Cage murmurs, dragging the knife along my stomach. “Watching me take what he never could. Go on, tell him.” His hand gets rougher as the knife cuts through the flesh of my skin. His voice gets angry. “Tell your boyfriend how much you love my cock.”

Fuck.

He’s driving into me like a madman.

“Oh—OH! I love his cock,” I groan. “I fucking love it, I fucking love it, I fucking love it.” My voice breaks by the end.

“Mm, and what’s my name? What’s the name of the man making you see God right now?”

“Ca—oh, fuck. C—” I can’t talk, he’s pounding into me so God damn hard I feel like I might lose consciousness.

“Say it,” he demands.