Page 24 of The Invite (The Massacre Ball #1)

Nessa

After repositioning my hand against his neck, he squeezes it in a silent command not to drop it.

“Open your legs,” comes his lustful command.

I submit to his depraved urges and obey by spreading my thighs.

The sooner I let him finish, the sooner it’ll be over.

He’s also crazy if he thinks I’m going to cut him when I get scared.

I place my other hand around his shoulder, needing to touch him. My gaze flickers to the snake’s head, looking menacing and alive as his bicep flexes.

“Keep your eyes on mine,” Augustus murmurs, drawing my attention to his dark irises. “I can’t have you slipping away again.”

My nipple throbs from his harsh sucking. The sting blends into the background when he skates his hand higher up my inner leg, closing in on my wet center. I pant in anticipation, waiting for the blade to press against my core.

Instead, it’s the hard and curved wooden handle that reaches my slit.

My wet slit.

How am I still aroused?

Augustus intently and without blinking watches the play of emotions dance across my face. He must see a terrified little girl like in those horror movies who knows better than to tempt a devil, yet she still enters his lair and lets him haunt her.

Except my devil is flesh and bones.

Impossible to escape.

Daring me to turn my fears into my slaves.

Ever so teasingly, Augustus traces the object over my folds. My thighs automatically try to close to stop his movements. But his hand resting beside my head snakes forward and fists my hair punishingly.

He glares, and reminds me, “Fucking keep your legs spread, Nessa.”

With a shiver, I quickly do as he says. I become confused when I also want to apologize for disobeying him.

What has he turned me into? I don’t recognize myself.

How have I become the girl who allows her stalker to order her around, permits to fuck her with a knife, let alone hates disappointing him.

My sinister monster has etched himself deeper in my bones than I thought.

His mouth inches closer and stops to hover right over mine. Just a tilt of my chin and I could press my lips against his.

What would it feel like to kiss him?

Is he a sensual kisser or an aggressive kisser?

Or a combination of both?

The fantasy flits away when he tightens his hand in my hair and parts my pussy with the foreign object. I don’t need to see to know my wetness is lubing up the handle.

Augustus is careful in his ministrations.

His touch is soft and teasing and enticing.

My legs fall open even more invitingly.

“That’s it, honey,” praises Augustus with the soft endearment he let slip once before. Unlike then, it’s not a taunt. “Let it in.”

At his dirty words, I clench and hate the emptiness in my sex.

The strokes become longer, rubbing from my entrance to my clit repetitively. He pays extra attention to the bundle of nerves by flicking it with the curved edge. I bite my lip to stifle a moan.

“Let me hear it, Nessa.” Augustus issues a command. A hint of longing in his tone. A desperation in his beautiful eyes.

This isn’t like the other times.

It’s too intimate.

Seductive.

Yet filthier and more illicit.

A visible tremor shakes my arm which is pressing the second knife against Augustus’s throat. Perhaps it’s the security of having a weapon for defense that is making this moment different between us.

It wasn’t an empty promise when he said I’m in control and have all the power.

Something deviant sparks inside me and I press the blade harder against his skin.

Augustus freezes, not missing it.

A slow and dangerous smile curves over his mouth.

“There she is,” he rasps, grounding the knife’s edge a tad harder against my nub. “My fiery little prey.”

A telltale blush spreads over my entire body.

Arching my back, I rub my hard nipples against his solid chest. Keeping my hand against his neck threateningly, I run my free hand along his shoulder and curl around the back of his neck.

At my boldness, the thread on his tight-knit control stretches, and he poises the wooden handle against my hole. I glance down to see him holding the blade between his fingertips to avoid cutting himself.

I gasp loudly when he begins to push without any more foreplay or warning.

“You’re going to take it to the hilt like a dirty little slut, little prey,” he grunts sinisterly. “Then you’re going to ride it until you come. You’re not going to stop and keep giving me one orgasm after another until I decide you’ve had enough.”

My tight hole stretches around the unknown object but Augustus is relentless. I clench involuntarily, trying to keep it out, but I’m so wet that it easily glides in.

It feels uncomfortable at first but not unpleasant. Its size, though small, is bigger than Augustus’s fingers.

“Oh, Christ!” I whimper when Augustus keeps thrusting his hand.

“Just a little more,” he rasps. “You can take it.”

My eyes shut at the strange fullness while my clit begs for friction.

“No. Don’t you dare close your eyes,” he sneers and twists his wrist hard, making me wrench open my eyelids. “Be with me, Nessa. You’re not going to make me miss the heat and shame in your eyes as you submit to my sick craving.”

“Augustus!” I shriek when he withdraws to the tip and shoves it back in.

Slow.

Relentless.

Deep.

My own grip slides from his neck to below his collarbone.

Reaching between us, he switches to fucking me with his other hand while grabbing the back of my knee with the freed one. Bending it, he pushes it higher and to the side until I’m lewdly on display.

Tilting his head, he stares at my pussy taking his beastly barbarity.

My slit spreading at each slow plunge into my hole.

“Who knew my teacher would have such a horny little cunt?” His degrading words make me leak more arousal.

Mindless, I scratch my nails down his chest to his abs when he buries the knife’s handle to the hilt. Or so it feels.

Gazing up at me, he growls, “Told you I’ll fill you up deep.”

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

“Ahh!” I moan, sucking the makeshift toy with eagerness and abandon. A knot builds and tightens in my lower belly, spreading warmth over my entire body.

Through blurry vision, I keep my gaze locked on Augustus.

Changing the angle, he drills into me and rolls his wrist until the smooth texture rubs against every nerve ending in my channel.

Wet noises rise and echo in the air.

They’re coming from my slutty pussy.

“Ride it like I told you, Nessa.”

His command draws a moan from deep in my chest and I fist my fingers in his curls while pressing the blade into his chest. Only after that do I swirl my hips and obey his order.

Judging by the madness shimmering in his pupils, he’s loving my wantonness and threatening spirit.

“Carve my chest if you desire, little prey,” he taunts me. “I’ll still watch you ride the hard knife and swallow it in your tight hole.”

Digging my heel into the mattress, I fuck myself onto the toy.

“Yes!” I chant when he presses his thumb against my poor, neglected clit. “Yes.”

“Cut me.”

“No!” I whimper.

“Do it.”

“Stop.” I shake my head, trying to chase the slowly rising orgasm.

“I said mark me, Nessa,” grits out Augustus. “Punish me for flipping your world upside down. Hurt me for making you my personal whore. You won’t get this chance again. Or are you just a pathetic and scared little girl with no backbone?”

The last insulting taunt turns my vision red.

How dare he?

I drag my hand downward against his pec angrily, slicing his chest. The sound of his pained grunt falling from his mouth plus a pinch on my clit forces me over the edge.

With a scream, my climax tears me apart from the inside.

Colors dance behind my vision as I flail and ride the wave.

My arms are suddenly shoved over my head and my wrists are twisted into a crisscross. I move but a pressure pins them down.

High on a cloud, I peel my eyelids open and Augustus’s devilish face fills my sight. His expression is borderline insane and flaming with desire. I lower my gaze and shudder violently when the fresh cut is smeared with his blood.

I cut him!

I cut him!

I cut him!

“You marked me as yours, little prey.” His tone is dark and proud. “You’re tainted by devil’s blood. No escaping me now.”

What have I done?

“Augustus,” I gasp when something shifts inside my sore pussy.

Oh Lord! The knife is still buried deep.

Augustus slowly drags it out, earning a soft hiss from me. Brushing his mouth against the corner of my lips, he savagely thrusts the object back into my hole.

“One orgasm isn’t enough.” Another hard shove. “I need another, my stunning fuck toy.” Out and another plunge. “Give it to me. Ride it again.”

“Please.”

“Please what?” he teases, biting my jaw. “Please stop? Please fuck me harder? Please let me come again?”

A thrust stabs the toy against my G-spot, making me see stars.

The sharp and enticing need arises again.

I beg shamelessly, “Please let me come.”

“Tell me you’re my fuck toy.”

His head lifts to stare at me and he arches one brow impatiently after stopping his thrusts altogether.

Licking my lips, I whisper, “I’m your fuck toy.”

He resumes his deep strokes and pistoning of his arm.

“And my dirty little whore.”

“And your… dirty little whore,” I repeat, turning crimson.

“Now, you little whore, make yourself come,” he grunts in a filthy tone, fucking me with a faster and harsher pace.

Raising my hips, I meet him thrust for thrust. I lose myself in chasing that raw high only his brand of filthiness can bring. After three deep plunges, I shatter into pieces all over his hand.

“Augustus!” I moan his name and feel his lips kiss the corner of my mouth. But I’m not sure because of the haze of ecstasy.

Before I’m even down, he flips me onto my stomach.

My ass cheeks are roughly parted and the slippery handle of the knife is pressed against my anus, lubed from my own arousal and cum.

“Augustus… No. Please.”

He doesn’t listen and forces it past my sphincter. It burns in the familiar way I remember and the dirty toy stretches my hole until it has no choice but to take it inside.

“So fucking pretty,” growls Augustus. “Your ass was made to be filled and abused, Nessa. Take it deep.”

I cry out when he twists his hand and drives another inch inside.

The fullness is unbearable as I try to adjust to the unwelcome invasion.

Yet the crudeness and my lack of consent makes my clit throb and brings a heady rush of desire. Before I know it, I’m pushing back against his hand and encouraging him to bang me harder.

“Good little toy.”

Thwack .

The hard spank pushes the object deeper.

Thwack .

“I’m going to fuck all your holes so hard and rough very soon, Nessa. You’ll beg for my cock every night. I’ll fill you with my cum and if you don’t want to get pregnant, you better get on the pill fast because I will fuck you bareback whether you want it or not.”

His possessive and scary words send me over the hill and I climax like an insatiable little slut who loves it in her virgin ass.

My cries of pleasurable pain ring out in my ears.

Meanwhile, he keeps fucking me through the blinding orgasm until I’m a mess and my body isspent and boneless.