Page 31 of The Invite (The Massacre Ball #1)

Augustus

Once the last tremor leaves her, I gently pull out my fingers and wrap my arm around her waist. When I shift, her leg curled over mine drops to the sheet.

Her lush scent mixed with her arousal fills my lungs like a soothing balm. I give her a moment, silently watching and caressing her bare stomach.

I’m not done with her by a long shot.

After several minutes pass, she blinks her eyelids open and twists to look over her shoulder. She says nothing and softly studies my gaze. Either still in a trance or wondering if I’m a figment of her imagination.

“Miss me, little prey?” I murmur, noticing the faint freckles on the tip of her nose.

Fire flashes in her pupils, breaking the daze left by the powerful orgasms.

“You left,” she hurls accusingly.

“I take that as a yes.”

It pisses her off, amusing me. “I didn’t miss you.”

“Miss Nessa, you came on my hand just minutes ago. At least tell convincing lies that stand a chance. Though I believe lying is a sin.”

“The only liar is you. Why don’t you stay gone?” Her lips purse and she sighs. “I was finally moving on. Why did you have to ruin it all?”

Her complaint brings a haze of possessiveness over me.

“There’s no moving on when I didn’t let you go.

” Flipping her onto her back, I shove her arms over her head and lean into her shell-shocked face.

“And I never will. Every time you feel safe, I will remind you that I own you. Every time you believe I’m gone, I’ll come back to haunt you.

Every time you ease into your boring little life, I’ll shatter your glass house and make it your cage.

If you touch another man, I’ll kill him.

If you marry someone, I’ll bury them alive.

God forbid you have a kid, I’ll raise them as mine after I kill their sperm donor.

You’ll never be free of me, Nessa Davenport.

I’ll be your shadow. I’ll be the sickness that runs in your veins. A curse hexed into your soul.”

Her throat swallows as she absorbs my words and a tear slides down her cheek. I squash the longing that was burning like a fire within her. This isn’t a fairy tale where the stalker falls in love with his obsession.

This is a nightmare.

A sordid tale of possession.

“Accept your fate, little prey,” I darkly say.

Shaking her head, she tries to kick me off her since her hands are trapped. “No. Get away, you monster!”

I chuckle and push my weight down, dodging her aimless kicking. Bending, I brush my mouth over her heaving tits through the mask. If the camera wasn’t playing, I would take it off so I could devour her properly.

Even though I know deep down the anonymity turns her on.

It’s why she couldn’t resist rubbing her pussy on the couch.

Whether she admits itor not, she’s obsessed with masked men just like everyone.

“Don’t touch me!” she yells at the friction on her nipples from the mask’s fabric. “I hate you.”

Reaching down, I run my palm up the outside of her thigh and yank at the elastic of her panties. Lifting slightly, I pull them down her legs. She huffs as I yank them off her ankles. Rather than throwing them away, I stuff the drenched silk into her mouth, effectively gagging her.

Glaring, she tries to spit it out.

I shake my head in warning. “Don’t test me, Miss Nessa. You’re already in for one hell of a night. Don’t make it worse.”

When she obeys, I caress her face briefly, making her melt at the tenderness.

Has no one ever shown her affection?

Her past on paper paints another story, while her behavior and reactions are a complete mystery.

A low moan escapes her, drawing my attention back to her current predicament, and I forget the rest. Through ahooded gaze, she watches me inanticipation.

“Can you taste your arousal, filthy whore? See, your body tells me how much it missed me. You were soaked in your sleep,” I taunt, and spread her legs. Thrusting my aching length against her bare cunt, I rasp, “Feel how hard you made my cock. Every single hard inch is for you. Want me to fuck you?”

Garbled and unintelligible words fall from her lips, drool dripping from the corner and running down her chin.

“Maybe I should decide since you can’t talk, hmm.”

She twists her arms to be freed, but I hold them captive. Cupping the back of her knee, I push it open to the side and grind my dick against her clit. Her soft pants and my rough breathing fill the space as I dry hump her harshly.

Her wetness drenches my jeans. The friction makes her buck wildly.

“You have no idea how insane you drive me, Nessa. The way I want to claim you depravedly. It’s all I could think about while I watched you.

I saw how you fingered your cunt on the couch.

” Her messy face flushes red. “It was because of my video, wasn’t it?

Does it make you hot watching me ride my bike?

Or is it the knowledge that you’re the only one who knows the face beneath the mask? I bet it’s both.”

Fondling her tits, I pinch her nipples one by one and roll my hips.

She hisses, choking on the gag, but doesn’t try to move away from my harsh torture of her peaks.

“One day, I’m going to bend you over my bike and fuck you raw.

I’m going to bruise your tight pussy on the side of the road where anyone can see what a dirty little whore you are.

Maybe I’ll do it on the street of our school.

Then every student will know their teacher likes to get fucked like a slut in every single one of her holes. ”

Slapping her tit, I use it as leverage to thrust and grind and slam against her.

“Such a nasty woman you are, Miss Nessa,” I growl. “I’m going to enjoy the hell out of dirtying you up. The first time I take you, I’ll mark you with my teeth, spit on your face and tits, and paint you with my cum. You’ll love it and beg for more.”

My filthy vows push her over the edge and she jerks and sputters as she comes. Her pretty face twists in pleasure as she spams underneath me. So fucking greedy for orgasms.

I hold back my own.

While she’s riding the high, I free her wrists and reach into my back pocket. A little surprise for my prey.

When I remove her panties, she gasps loudly with her cheek turned to the side.

Turning it toward me, I cup her jaw until she cutely blinks up at me.

“Augustus,” she whimpers when she sees the unquenched lust in my gaze. “No more, please.”

I brush the strands off her cheek, and murmur, “It’s time to go to sleep.”

“What?” She frowns in confusion.

I stab the syringe I brought into the side of her neck. The drug enters her bloodstream. At the sharp sting, she clutches my bicep, but there’s no force in her grip.

The fear that takes root in her eyes as her body turns against her— magnificent .

“Give in, little prey,” I whisper, brushing her hair.

Her vision begins to blur, the fluttering of her lashes slowing down when she’s no longer able to keep them open.

“Noo…” she stammers as she passes out.

Grazing her jawline, I trace her plump bottom lip before sitting up. Her breasts rise and fall steadily, nipples a deep shade of red. Hooking my hands in her bunched top, I tear it in two. Trailing the pads of my fingers down the valley of her tits and soft belly and then sideways to cup her waist.

I love exploring her like this, without thefight from her while she lies peacefully in a forced slumber—my own little Snow White.

A dark freedom lies in the power that I can do anything I desire to her.

It’s the kind of control I crave in my black heart.

To dominate and consume someone so thoroughly that they submit to every perverse craving of mine. I won’t stop until Nessa becomes that someone. I will welcome her to the dark side and crown her as my queen.

My fingers roam to her thighs. Burns from the denim mars the skin on the inside. I rub those marks, loving the sign of my ownership.

Her smooth skin is as soft as cotton everywhere I touch. Her body is lithe and petite with curves in all the right places, built like perfection.

Inching upward, I reach her pussy and part her folds. Dark pink flesh invites me to take a bite. It feels like an eternity since I ate her and tasted her cream on my tongue. Her tiny little clit peeks from the hood while her tight entrance is shut closed.

She’s going to strangle the life out of my dick.

I’ll have no choice but to hold her down to ram it in deep. I can already imagine her pained cries as she struggles to accept me.

The fantasy sends my blood rushing south.

Every night I went home after pleasuring her, I would rub one out as soon as I was alone in my bedroom. I would lick my fingers, tasting her flavor while I punishingly pumped my cock until I finished in thick streams.

Tonight, my muse is right next to me and I won’t need to satisfy myself with visions of her in my head. It’s what I came here for.

Unbuckling my belt, I unzip and pull out my aching length. I never take my eyes off her cunt. Precum dribbles from the head and I rub it all over my shaft.

It’s not enough.

Lightly stroking myself, I use my hand on her slit to gather the ample wetness and paint it over my shaft. I pump my fist furiously while roaming my gaze up and down her nude body.

Laying my palm flat over her stomach, I lean forward and slide my dick between her folds. The contact causes my breath to deepen and my balls to tighten. I hiss under my breath. Her flesh is slippery as hell and divine.

I fit myself between her slit and ride her pussy without penetration. Even though a primal voice inside my head screams to just claim her hole. I hold on to my restraint. Because the first time I do, it will be while she’s awake and staring into my eyes as I command her body.

The sight of where we are joined is obscene and wicked.

Her wet lips are stretched wide, the crown of my cock hitting her clit on each thrust. My fingers are wrapped around the base as I guide my shaft and use her for my pleasure.

She’s made to serve me however I wish.