Page 30 of The Invite (The Massacre Ball #1)

Augustus

The front door is unlocked as I enter Nessa’s home at midnight the next day.

Stupid little prey.

Though it’s not really her fault. I did ignore her for almost a whole week.

For all her cute little attitude in the texts yesterday that betrayed she was missing me, whether it was because of the orgasms I’ve made her addicted to or the lustful fear I invoke in her, she’s going to regret it after tonight.

Oh, I see my car is still parked undamaged in her driveway.

In our last encounters, I was taking it slow by easing her into her new reality. It’s time to show her just how monstrous I can be.

The lights are all off downstairs as I walk down the short hallway to the staircase. The steps creak as I ascend it. I don’t need to worry about her hearing the mild noise because I checked on the feed that she’s fast asleep.

It’s going to taste so sweet reminding her I’m back.

Every time she thinks it’s over, I’ll return and pull the rug out from underneath her feet. Over and over again. Until she goes crazy and can’t spend a single moment without me.

The past week without her has only made me more famished.

I reach her bedroom and tip the ajar door completely open. A lamp on the nightstand illuminates her form on the opposite side of the bed. She lies on her side, facing the doorway with her hair in a low ponytail.

The blanket is tangled around her knees as though she kicked it off mid-sleep. It gives me an unobstructed view of her scantily clad body. My cock pulses at the sight of her in a set of panties and tank top with one strap falling down her slender shoulder.

Her outfit makes my job easier.

Crossing the threshold, I shut the door behind me and turn the lock. She doesn’t stir and I glance around her room. It looks different than all the other times I’ve been here. She’s redecorated and added more personal knickknacks to make it homier.

A portrait of a sand timer with a black-and-brown background hangs up on the wall across from her bed.

Hmm, intriguing choice.

I notice the little things she’s replaced. The clock, the curtains of the sole window, and the carpet at the foot of the bed. So dark colors are her favorite. I take note of it.

Approaching her side, I push her loose hair away with my knuckles and hook them behind her ear. Her face glows under the soft light of the lamp and looks so peaceful. Etched without a crinkle to enhance her exotic features.

Her eyelashes flutter as though she’s dreaming.

Little does she know her nightmare is standing right in front of her.

Time to wake the sleeping beauty.

I would tie her spread-eagled but I love her fight far too much. I want to see if her first instinct is to hit me or yank me closer. A voice trickles into my brain wishing for the latter.

I shove it back down.

Nessa is nothing but a toy.

A fact I took a week to relearn and in a span of a few seconds, I’ve forgotten yet again.

Walking across the room, I place the camera I brought with me which I use to shoot my videos in the exact spot I hid it the first night. I’m wearing my balaclava with a skulled jaw painted over it and only my eyes are visible.

Switching on the recorder, I stalk toward my muse. The hedonistic rush that courses in my veins is unlike any I’ve ever experienced in the past. There’s no comparison. Nothing is scripted. Unlike my other shots, there will be no retakes. I don’t need to submerge myself into a role.

I’m just me .

The devil who owns Nessa's mind, body, and soul.

As I reach the end of the bed, I brush my fingers against her right ankle before softly skimming them up her calf, behind her knee, and over her thigh. Goosebumps erupt on her flesh, reacting to my touch in her subconscious.

The fall and rise of her chest are even and steady with her breathing as I rest my other hand beside her head on the pillow. Keeping my gaze pinned on her face, I shift my hand against her inner thigh, loving the softness of her luscious skin, and inch them higher toward her heat.

I may be the commander of her hell, but there’s no doubt she’s my little piece of heaven in a wretched world.

Stopping a touch before her panty-clad pussy, I graze my thumb back and forth while inhaling her intoxicating scent. A mixture of floral bodywash and rainy nights. If I find her wet while she’s asleep, I’ll lose control.

I have to be careful and patient.

Bypassing her cunt, I trail my fingers over the elastic of her panties and a bit of skin peeking between her top and the waistband. Unsatisfied, I push the hem higher until her cute little belly button fills my vision and I lick my lips.

The longer I caress her flesh, the greedier I become. It’s the kind of effect she has on the men around here, which is why Ace doesn’t miss any chance to get closer. Though she behaved like a good girl and didn’t invite him to her house, she has been spending time with him at school.

Yes, I have eyes on her there too.

I was fuming while looking at the pictures of her laughing with him andheard how she runs to him for advice. The only reason I didn’t go ballistic was because she maintained her distance and never let him touch her or vice versa.

Nonetheless, my irrational brain finds it irritating that she gives him even the tiniest of attention. I want to be her everything.

Her god. Her monster. Her devil. Her friend. Her enemy. Her punisher.

Everything .

I crave to possess her irrevocably and for eternity.

The flurry of possessive proclamations in my mind tightens my grip around her waist. When such a simple contact becomes inadequate, I glide my hand upward and cover her nipple poking through the top.

My little prey is a heavy sleeper. The detail infuriates me that anybody could catch her off guard like I did. I don’t even care that it makes me a hypocrite.

As I listen and feel her labored breathing, a dark desire swirls in my head. To see how far I can go before she wakes up.

Using the strap slipping down her shoulder, I pull it down and down until it stretches around her pointed nipple. A small tug and her perky tit pops free. Somehow the sight of just one of her breasts bare is filthier and far more obscene.

Through it all, she doesn’t stir.

Fuck! She’s killing me.

My cock has never been so hard and throbbing.

The fabric bunching underneath her tit raises it higher and I rub my thumb back and forth over the hard nub. A small puff of air leaves when her lips part. I pause my movement, waiting for her to rise.

She doesn’t.

I could slide her panties to the side and push my aching dick in her pussy and she wouldn’t even know I fucked her slow and deep.

I could fill her with my cum and she won’t know it until she woke up in the morning with it dripping out of her and a soreness to remind her someone was between her thighs.

I didn’t even have this depraved fantasy until now. At least, not as far as fucking her while she’s unconscious. Only close to what I came here for tonight.

Flicking her nipple one more time, I run my hand back down to her flat stomach. The tiny distance between our bodies becomes unbearable. There’s enough space behind her on the bed since she’s lying in the middle that I could easily fit.

Without wasting a second, I slip in next to her. Leaning on my bent elbow, I perch my head on my hand to peer down at her. My abs tighten and I freeze when she finally stirs to fit herself comfortably against me.

One of her hands shifts to the middle of her belly while the other stretches along the sheets. Her enticing soft curves lure me to take a bite. To ravage her unconscious form. To paint her skin with fresh marks. She’s long overdue.

Soon.

The night is still young.

Placing my palm right below hers, I drag it lower until I reach the hem. Sneaking my fingers underneath, I push the top higher until her arm gets in the way. I no longer care if she wakes. In fact, I want her to. The hunger has overtaken me.

Her goddamn innocence is an aphrodisiac.

I snake my hand into her neckline next and pull out her other tit. I roll the tip, tease, and flick it. Then do the same to the next.

Nessa shivers, a crease appearing on her forehead.

I’m here, little prey .

Abandoning her plump tits, I touch the top of her pussy over the silky material. My eyes on her beautiful face, I torture myself by refusing to push my hand lower. But the heat wafting from her core is inviting and I only have so much strength.

I trail my wrist downward and come in contact with her pussy.

Goddammit, she’s soaked.

The material is damp enough to make my fingers sticky. Breathing deeply to calm myself down, I shove my hand into her panties and rub her wet slit before dipping two fingers. Her wet folds part as I run my fingertips up and down.

Her breath hitches, her legs shaking as I press my thumb on her clit while continuing to massage her pink flesh.

“Mhmm.” The tiniest of sounds leave her mouth.

Yes, moan for me, you filthy little cocktease .

I circle her little nub the way she loves and goes wild for, making her long eyelashes flutter. Longer this time. As I play and pet her pussy, her juicy ass pushes back against my hard cock.

“Augustus…” she murmurs.

My heart smacks against my sternum at the sound of my name on her lips. She doesn’t even know she’s raising a red flag in front of a raging bull. While completely defenseless and alone.

Her hips begin to roll, thighs falling open one second but closing around my hand in the next when I tease her opening. I dip just the tip of my finger, her walls coming dangerously close to sucking it in.

I remember how fucking tight she is. No less than a virgin.

Grabbing the back of her right knee, I lift and hook it around my leg. Spread like an erotic serving, I display her pink flesh by making a V with my fingers. In my peripheral, her small hand fists the sheets the moment I slide my middle finger into her hole.

“August… yes!”

She’s having a wet dream about me, there’s no doubt in my mind. The knowledge turns me primal. I smile behind my mask and withdraw from her cunt before stabbing inside again.

Her channel squeezes my digit like it was waiting to be filled.

Fucked.

Claimed.

Pulling out, I gather her juices and paint them on her nipples. They glisten temptingly with her arousal. The cool air in the room turns them into stones, begging for my teeth.

I return to finger fucking her slow and deep, shoving another finger. The fullness makes her draw a sharp breath, the crease between her brows deepening.

Open those enchanting eyes, my little prey .

As if she can feel me by an invisible link, her body stiffens, her chest moving unevenly. She’ll wake up any moment.

Grazing my thumbnail against her clit, I keep her filled to the brim and flick the swollen flesh repeatedly. Mercilessly. Roughly.

I bend my leg an inch so she can’t remove hers and widen her thighs even more. My cock presses against her ass and I grind it into her. It causes her body to jostle like a rag doll.

“Ohh… mmm.” Incoherent sounds slip from her lips.

Scissoring my fingers, I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger.

With a cry, her eyes fly open and lock on to mine.

The haze in them disappears as they widen todouble their size in shock but not fear. Her body seizing tight, her hole clenching in delight, and she gasps, “You’re-re back.”

“I never left.”

I pull out and thrust hard.

“Oh god.”

“God doesn’t belong in your hell,” I rasp low. “You serve the devil.” Twisting my fingers savagely, I growl, “You’re his little whore now.”

Sliding my other hand under her head, I grip her throat from the front and squeeze, short of cutting off her oxygen. Being at my mercy makes her pussy gush more juices until a wet smacking noise pierces the air.

Tilting her head so it rests against my chest, I hold her immobile and bask in her softness and sublime submission. The distance of the past week was necessary but it doesn’t mean I didn’t hate every second of it.

Having her again is my reward.

So is the way she’s welcoming me like the last few days were torture for her too.

The hand resting on her belly shifts and threads into my hair as she clenches around me and bites her lip. I thought her terror was captivating but it’s incomparable to the lust currently shining in her eyes.

Running my hand lower, I grope her tit and squeeze it tightly. “Were you dreaming of me, little prey?”

Color blooms on her cheeks, giving her away. Yet she spills lies. “No.”

“I heard you moan my name.”

“I would never,” she sasses, not asking me to stop touching her. Instead, she grabs my biceps and meets every slapping thrust below.

“I’m going to make you scream it now,” I grunt, and let her feel the ridge of my cock.

Her eyes go round again, pupils darkening. It’s the first time she’s feeling it and a dirty kind of fear flashes on her face when she feels the length. However, her walls tightening around my pistoning hand give away her desperation. The desire to be crammed full of my dick.

Moans and cries spill from her mouth as her orgasm sneaks closer.

“Don’t be scared, prey.” Thrust . “Soon, you’ll take—” Grind . “Every single inch until it hurts to be crammed so full.” Thrust.

Her pussy chokes my fingers and after a vicious thrust against her favorite spot, she climaxes.

“Augustus!” she screams, scratching my arms with her nails.

I don’t slow down and fuck her through it until it spills into a second orgasm. I’ve trained her body well.

“That’s it, whore. Worship your devil.”

I don’t stop until I steal another orgasm and every single drop of her cum. Until her body goes lax.