Chapter 26 #3
I feel the bristly, clicking legs scuttle up my jawline, the tickle sending a jolt of pure electricity through my spine.
It crawls onto my cheek, its heavy, hairy body pressing against my skin.
I don't flinch. I can't. I’m mesmerized by the madness of it all.
The creature reaches the corner of my mouth, its glistening black eyes reflecting the moonlight.
I look at Rhys. He’s watching me, a dark, hungry smirk on his face, his cock thick and pulsing, standing at full attention. He wants to see how far I’ll go. He wants to see me break.
Slowly, deliberately, I open my mouth.
The spider doesn't hesitate. It scuttles over my lip and onto my tongue.
I can feel the weight of it, the prickle of its legs against my taste buds.
I know these fucking things are venomous.
I know that one wrong move, one snap of those fangs, and my tongue could swell until I choke, or the poison could shut my heart down.
But the risk is the point. The danger is the only thing that makes me feel alive.
I moan his name, the sound muffled and wet, a huge, hairy monster resting on my tongue. "Rhys..." I whimper, the spider shifting as I speak, its legs dancing in the heat of my mouth. I’m absolutely fucking mental, and I’ve never felt more powerful.
Meanwhile, the other spider—the beast on my stomach—begins to climb.
It moves with a slow, agonizing precision, its hairy legs dragging across my ribs until it reaches my breast. It settles right on my nipple, the weight of it pulling the sensitive peak taut.
It rears back, its fangs glistening, looking like it’s about to sink them deep into my flesh.
I gasp, my back arching, my pussy throbbing with a desperate, aching need.
It doesn't bite, but the threat of it—the sheer, psychotic tension—is enough to make me soak the vines beneath me.
Rhys doesn't wait another second. He lunges forward, his massive hand slamming against my throat. He doesn't strangle me, but he grips me tight enough to make my breath hitch, pinning my head back against the vines.
"You're a fucking lunatic, Ophelia," he growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "My beautiful, broken little freak."
He doesn't slide in; he crashes into me. He drives his massive cock into my soaking wet heat with one brutal, animalistic thrust that knocks the wind out of me. I scream, the sound echoing through the greenhouse, the spider on my tongue dancing with the vibration of my voice.
He fucks me with a violent, possessive intensity, his hips slamming against mine with a rhythmic, wet thud.
He’s not making love to me; he’s devouring me.
He’s trying to fuck the very soul out of my body, his movements fast and punishing.
Every thrust feels like it’s hitting the back of my womb, stretching me open, claiming every inch of my insides.
I’m losing it. The sensation of the vines holding me, the venomous spiders on my skin and tongue, and the sheer, overwhelming force of Rhys inside me creates a psychic storm. I’m sobbing, cursing, my legs, now a little loose from the vine, wrapped tight around his waist as he hammers into me.
"Harder!" I scream, the spider nearly falling from my mouth. "Fuck me harder!"
He lets out a guttural roar, his grip on my throat tightening as he accelerates, his thrusts becoming blurred, frantic strikes. I can feel the heat radiating off him, our bodies glistered in a thick layer of sweat, sliding against each other in a messy, erotic friction.
The climax hits me like a freight train. I scream his name, my entire body seizing in a violent, crashing orgasm that feels like it’s tearing me apart. I’m shaking, my vision blurring into white noise, my muscles clamping down on him in desperate, rhythmic pulses.
Rhys gives a few more deep, devastating thrusts, his face contorted in a mask of pure, obsessive agony, and he comes with a loud, guttural shout, filling me with hot, thick ropes of cum that seem to go on forever.
We hang there for a moment, suspended in the moonlight, both of us gasping for air, drenched in sweat and fluids.
Slowly, Rhys leans in. His eyes are still wild, but there’s a flicker of something almost tender in the madness.
He presses his lips to mine, and with a slow, deliberate flick of his tongue, he licks the spider off my tongue.
The spider stays on his tongue for about a few seconds.
The creature scuttles away from the heat of his mouth, moving up to his own cheek, where it settles and rests, as if it belongs there.
I shiver, a small, delirious smile on my lips. "I fucking loved that," I whisper, my voice wrecked.
Rhys looks at me, his gaze dark and utterly consumed. He leans in, whispering against my ear, his breath hot and smelling of salt and sex.
"That was just the appetizer, darling. I'm going to spend the rest of my life finding new ways to terrify you until you can't breathe without my permission.”
I’m still dangling there, my limbs heavy and trembling, the vines slowly loosening their grip but not letting me go completely.
I’m a fucking mess—slick with sweat, drenched in his cum, my heart hammering against my ribs like it’s trying to break free.
The spider is still resting on Rhys’s cheek, a tiny, venomous passenger, and he doesn't even blink.
He just looks at me with those eyes—those wide, blown-out, psychotic eyes that see right through my skin and into the rotting parts of my soul.
I feel a surge of something violent and pure rushing through me. It’s not just love; it’s a fucking sickness. A beautiful, terminal disease.
"You're a fucking monster, Rhys," I whisper, my voice a wrecked, gravelly shadow of itself. I lean my head back, looking up at the black ivy and the cold moonlight. "You've ruined me. You've dragged me into the dirt and taught me how to love the smell of decay. I’m absolutely mental for you."
I reach out, my fingers shaking, and claw at his chest, right over that tattoo of my scratches. I want to rip the skin open again. I want to see if he bleeds gold or black ink.
"I’d burn the whole fucking world down just to watch you smile in the embers," I hiss, my eyes locking onto his. "If the gods came down here to drag you to hell, I’d jump in first just to make sure you had a fucking throne to sit on. I’ll die for you, Rhys.
I’ll carve my own heart out and hand it to you on a silver platter if it means you’ll never look at another woman.
I’m yours. Every broken, bleeding piece of me is fucking yours. "
Rhys’s expression shifts. The hunger is still there, but it’s joined by a terrifying, absolute devotion. He grips my jaw, his thumb pressing hard into my cheek, forcing me to look at him. His voice is a low, guttural vibration that rattles my very bones.
"Die for me?" he chuckles, a dark, jagged sound. "No, Ophelia. Dying is too fucking easy. I don't want you dead. I want you eternal. I want to sew your soul to mine with wire and thorns so that even in the afterlife, you can't scream without me hearing it."
He leans in, his forehead pressing against mine, his breath hot and smelling of the sex we just tore through.
"You think you're the only one gone in the head? I’ll spend every waking second of my life orbiting you. You are the only thing in this godforsaken world that isn't a fucking lie. If you ever tried to leave me, I wouldn't just hunt you down—I’d kill everyone you’ve ever spoken to, everyone you’ve ever met, burn every bridge you’ve ever crossed, and then I’d break your fucking legs just so I could be the one to carry you for the rest of time. "
He kisses me then—not a soft kiss, but a collision. He bites my lip until I taste copper, his tongue invading my mouth with a possessive, starving urgency. He pulls back just an inch, his eyes shimmering with a manic light.
"I would walk through a thousand fires, let every bone in my body snap, and let the devil skin me alive just to hear you moan my name one more time. I don't just love you, you little freak. I am consumed by you. I’ll die for you, Ophelia, but only after I’ve made sure you’re so utterly dependent on my madness that you wouldn't know how to breathe if I didn't tell you to. "
I let out a sob that's half-laugh, half-scream, pulling him back down to me. We are two fucking trainwrecks colliding in the dark, and god, I’ve never felt more alive.