Page 11 of The Invite (The Massacre Ball #1)

Augustus

She slaps my hands away as I wrench her robe open in the middle, but I’m a man on a mission. The tie keeping it together gives way, revealing ivory skin that makes my mouth water, and my fingers twitch to paint them as in my vision.

“Get off of me!” she screams.

Capturing her flying fists, I shove her wrists over her head and hold them down with one hand. Straddling her, I push my weight down to trap her spread thighs until she’s at my mercy.

She bucks her hips, but I’m a beast she can’t budge, much less battle.

I ignore her useless threats turning into pleading as I push aside the material and reveal her bouncy little tits. Her nipples are the lightest shade of pink and small like beads. They harden and shake from her rough breaths.

Tilting my head, I gaze at her embarrassed face—even though she has no reason for it—and brush the pad of my thumb over her right nipple.

She twists her lips to stifle the moan she wants to let loose.

I repeat the motion again and again and again. I keep my touch light and teasing before slowly applying more pressure. Stroking longer and rougher and harder until she can no longer hide the sounds I want to hear.

“Mhmm,” she gasps, eyelids squinting like it’s a task to keep them open.

I bask in her humiliation and weakness.

She wants to hate my touch as much as she hates my guts but is rendered defenseless by her own body.

I trace my hand to her other nipple and circle my thumb around it until the tip hardens more. I don’t caress her where she desperately wants, content on learning the shape of her juicy breast.

She’s so goddamn lost in the sensation that she doesn’t realize she’s arching her back, chasing my finger. I take pity on her—a lie because I need to touch her just as badly—and push my thumb down on her poor nipple.

“Ahmm!” She sighs long and loud.

I was right. She’s a strange contradiction.

An anomaly I want to unravel.

It wasn’t a figment of my imagination that she gets off on being powerless with her well-being stolen. Being dominated without a say.

My little prey is horny for a monster’s touch.

Craves darker games she’s ashamed to admit out loud.

I capture the nipple I’m toying with between my thumb and forefinger, and tug until the pink skin around her areola turns white. Nessa twists to the side, letting loose a sharp cry.

Fucking melody to my ears.

Letting it go, I cup her entire breast and squeeze. Her flesh is so goddamn soft, I want to bite it until I draw blood. Mark her as mine permanently. So even when I move on and forget about her, she’ll remember me for an eternity.

She’ll remember who she messed with.

The price it cost her.

I push aside the rest of the robe around her ribs and immediately come to a still.

There’s no disguising what I’m seeing.

An ugly stab wound. Small and light that one might miss if they don’t look closely and it is at least a couple of years old.

It confirms my belief that she has skeletons buried in her closet. No way she moved here for a fresh start.

She’s running away from something or… someone.

Nessa doesn’t notice where my attention is paused and I move my hand before she can.

Dragging my palm down her flat belly, I commit the feel of her skin to memory. My slow and explorative touch is enough to cut through the haze and her eyes circle wide in repulsion. Not at me, at herself for igniting under my touch.

“Don’t touch me!”

She should know by now her orders mean shit to me.

I keep trailing my fingers lower until they reach the top of her wet heat. I break our connection and bend my neck to get my first unhindered view of her pussy that hasn’t stopped plaguing my psyche.

A pussy is a pussy.

A hole to get my dick wet.

Nothing special.

But the memory of hers has altered my beliefs. This one is definitely special. Because for once in my life, it comes attached to a person who has evoked emotions inside me. Even if they are destructive, cruel, and obsessive.

Her stomach hollows in and out when she realizes my intent, fruitlessly trying to close her slightly spread thighs.

Potent lust encompasses my brain when my eyes land on her cunt and I stop blinking in rapture. She has a small landing strip and as I stare lower, glistening pussy folds beckon my tongue and lips for a taste.

Lord! She’s heavenly.

Perfectly pink and tiny.

My fingers rub along the small patch of hair before connecting with her soaked slit. She’s so damn slippery, all from the brief stimulation on her tits. I’m tempted to see if I can make her come from playing with them alone.

I massage her folds from the top to the bottom.

The same way when I had her bound against the tree.

She reacts the same way too.

Leaking more liquid arousal on my palm.

I can’t stop staring, my cock dripping precum as I sink one finger through her slit. After stroking twice more, I part and expose the darker skin inside. Her swollen and neglected clit pokes from its hood.

Nessa moans when I scrape my nail over the sensitive nub.

“Stop! I don’t want this!”

Her sweet begging draws my attention back to her face and I become riveted. Shame darkens the color of her cheeks, making me torn about whether to watch her expression or what I’m doing to her pussy.

She twists her head, burying her face against her arm.

I pinch her clit and she hisses.

Rubbing it fast and hard, I thrust two fingers to the hilt in her cunt. She throws her head back with her eyes squeezed shut, bucking and whimpering.

That’s it, little prey.

No one will stop me tonight from making you come.

Her tits bounce from the force of my rapid finger fucking. A string of moans keeps slipping from her luscious mouth while her channel contracts and clenches around my knuckles.

The signs her body is sending point to her lack of sexual experience.

I know she isn’t a virgin, even though she is tight like a vise.

I’ve only touched her clit and filled her with two fingers, and she’s seconds away from going off like a rocket.

Burying my digits deep, I roll them around until I find her G-spot. Massaging in a come-hither motion, I tap it rhythmically.

“Oh god!” Nessa cries out.

Her walls lock around my plunging fingers but I keep stroking the same spot on every thrust. Mindless and thrashing underneath me, she stills for a second and shatters after two more thrusts.

“Ahh!” Her orgasm tears a long moan out of her throat.

She spasms around my hand repeatedly for minutes as she rides the wave. I might as well not exist to her for those minutes. I keep my touch light, fingers buried until she finishes and comes back down to earth.

The second she does, the enormity of the situation dawns on her and her body seizes for an entirely different reason.

Her half-lidded eyes snap open.

“No. No. No,” she murmurs, almost to herself.

She better develop thicker skin because fingering her tight pussy is tame compared to the rest I have in store for my beautiful pet.

Freeing her wrists, I whip off my mask.

A tear slides down her flushed cheek upon seeing my face.

She lays underneath me like a virgin sacrifice at the altar of a devil. Her hair is a halo around her stunning face, the robe undone while her nude body is on display temptingly.

I know I’ll be sketching this vision of her in my notebook later.

Her breath hitches when I wiggle my fingers that are still in her hole. Slowly, making sure she feels every inch, I pull them out and wave them in front of her eyes. So she doesn’t miss just how hard and long I made her come.

Twin red spots appear on her cheeks at seeing the proof of her body’s treachery.

“I told you, Miss Nessa.” I finally break the silence and lick her cum off my hand. “I finish what I start.”

It breaks her trance. Becoming aware of her nakedness, she covers her tits with one arm and her pussy with her free palm.

“I have a painter’s memory, honey.” I don’t miss the goosebumps erupting on her skin at the nickname. “Your body is now imprinted in my mind and it’ll be there till the day I die.”

“A death you’ll wish for while you rot away in jail,” she angrily hisses.

I climb down her body and she doesn’t wait to kneel on the bed and close her robe with shaking hands. The position also puts her face to face with me. Well, her face to my torso. She’s a small little creature.

When she realizes just how close she is to me, she jumps off the bed and steps outside of my reach.

I catch her glancing toward the door.

“Don’t,” I warn.

She meets my gaze, giving me a na?ve look that says ‘ I wasn’t going to’ .

Yes, you were … my narrowed eyes relay.

Swinging my legs off the bed, I sit at the edge with my hands curled on either side.

“Get the hell out of my house, Mr. Grayson,” says Nessa furiously, her skin still flushed. “Or I’ll call the cops.”

Mr. Grayson? I almost laugh. I had my fingers buried inside her pussy two seconds ago and she’s trying to draw the student-teacher boundaries.

I tilt my head, and calmly challenge, “Okay. Do it.”

Her mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water when I call her out on her bluff.

“You’ve threatened me multiple times about going to the cops,” I state. “Do you know what I’ve learned? It’s an empty threat. Because if you wanted to, you would’ve gone to them already and you certainly wouldn’t have signed an NDA that specifically prohibits you from going to them.”

“That was before you broke into my house, refusing to leave.”

“Then by all means, call them.”

“I w-will…” she stutters. “After you leave.”

“If they’re going to arrest me, I’m going to save them some time and stay at the scene of the crime.”

Her face pales. “You’re insane!”

“Last chance, Miss Nessa.”

“Or what?”

I go quiet and count to five, before commanding, “Time’s up. Take off the robe.”

She pulls it tighter around her body and shakes her head defiantly.

“I’m asking nicely,” I murmur. “We both know I can easily snatch it like I did a few minutes ago. Your choice.”

Understanding I will follow on my threat, her arms go slack before she touches the lapels.

“Come closer.” I point between my spread thighs.

Lowering her gaze, head bowed, she shuffles to where I want her. She goes to obey but stops at the last second.

A fighter to her core.

Jutting out her chin boldly, she throws daggers at me with her bright eyes, and says, “No. If you want to talk, I’m not getting naked.”

“Who says I want to chat?” I counter, dropping my voice an octave. “Maybe I want to make you come again.”

She turns scarlet, but manages to retort, “You’re lying.”

“Drop the robe and I’ll prove you wrong.”

“Not happening, Mr. Grayson.”

“Stop with the Mr. Grayson bullshit.” Yanking her closer by the sash, I remind her, “Outside the school, I’m not your student.”

She swallows before answering. “If you’re here to convince me to change my decision about your suspension, I’m not changing my mind.”

“The suspension is just another vacation for me. A vacation where every waking hour I’ll devote to being your shadow. Nothing is stopping me from satisfying my hunger for you. Sorry to say, Miss Nessa, but your plan backfired.”

A shiver travels down her spine, which I feel underneath my palm resting above her hip. A confused frown pinches her forehead and she sighs. “Why are you doing this, Augustus?”

I can tell her the truth that her little complaint threatened to expose my secret. That she pissed off my mother after tarnishing our family name. Disrupted my life by opening Pandora’s box.

Instead of telling her all that, I lie. “You waged a war against the wrong man, little prey.”