Page 32 of The Invite (The Massacre Ball #1)

Every time I come close to busting, I stop until the need passes before starting again. Even unconscious, arousal leaks from her hole and it sets me ablaze.

Perhaps a small tease won’t hurt.

Notching the tip at her opening, I circle it before pushing in. Her hole clenches, fighting the invasion, but I’m relentless and push past the resistance. I groan when the crown slides in, and I stop.

“Fuck,” I mutter low on an exhale.

Her walls throb and so does my cock. Unmoving, I grasp her tits and roll her nipples. I’m completely obsessed with them. A deranged lust possesses me and I give a shallow thrust, making her clench.

Not once does the serene expression on her face change.

Ecstasy consumes me and I pull out before plunging just the tip again. Keeping it in, I stroke the base of my shaft while simultaneously toying withher hard nipples. Tightening my fist, I pump my flesh rough and hard.

Visions of her in different positions fill my mind as I imagine fucking her in every filthy way imaginable. Everywhere she goes, she’ll feel me between her legs.

I dream of fucking her mouth, deep throating until she chokes with her hands tied behind her back while taking all my ferocity.

Trailing my hand upward, I circle her throat and jerk my dick as mercilessly as I’ll thrust into her. My abs clench as pleasure builds at the base of my spine.

“Fuck, how crazy you make me, Ness,” I groan.

Just as my balls pull taut, my hungry eyes lock between her thighs. The tip wedged in her hole, stretching it wide. I swell even more and carelessly bury another inch. Such a wet and tight little hole.

I’m seconds away from erupting. Summoning all my willpower, I withdraw just as my vision goes dark and I spurt my thick white seed right onto her pussy. Another strip lands on her groin and the next on her stomach.

There’s so much cum streaming out of me. All because of her.

“You’re mine, Nessa,” I grunt as I splash one final time on her pussy. “Mine.”

Kneeling between her thighs, I bend my head and breathe harshly.

Reaching forward, I push some of my cum inside her.

Once I’ve calmed down, I tuck my semi-hard cock into my jeans. I stare at her and ink the memory into my psyche. I will be drawing it later. She secretly loves each one I gift her and keeps it hidden in her closet.

I cover her body with a blanket without cleaning her.

I want her to wake up marked in me.

Slipping off the bed, I round it and go toward the camera to turn it off.

Removing my mask, I walk into her wardrobe.

I study her collection of clothes. Unlike the rest of her house, which she keeps messy, it’s neat in here.

Her small number of formal outfits are arranged on one side, ironed and hanging.

The left side is full of her casual clothes.

Maverick was right. They’re all of inferior quality.

I know the school pays well but she won’t get her salary until the end of the month. Exiting the tiny room, I go downstairs into the kitchen. Opening her fridge, my suspicions are proven correct.

Nessa is struggling to get by because there are barely any groceries inside. Just a loaf of bread, milk, peanut butter, and some fruit. If that’s all she eats, she’ll be thin as a stick within a couple of weeks.

The need to take care of her arises and it tastes weird on my tongue. Is it plain sympathy or something more?

First, she calls to my protective instinct.

Now, it’s my nurturing side.

I’ve never felt these absurd emotions, not even for my sister, who is my flesh and blood. Yet I despise the thought of Nessa living like this.

All the progress I made till this morning goes out the window in a matter of hours.

I should leave before it escalates.

Instead, my feet carry me back to her bedroom. After turning off the lamp, I slide in behind her and pull her prone form into my side. Tucking the blanket under her chin so she stays warm, I bury my face against her neck and breathe her in.

Her pheromones both drive me wild and soothe my soul.

Lifting my head, I stare at her cute-as-a-button nose and the freckles sprinkling over it. A new thing I learned about her. They add to her innocent beauty. I wish they were darker while wondering if she loves them or not.

Most people usually hate having freckles.

I hope she doesn’t.

It’s too dark for me to count them and I know I’ll never get the chance to do that during the day. We can only be together at night. It’s why I call myself her shadow.

An hour flies by as I study her like I have all the time in the world. But I don’t.

Staying over wasn’t part of the plan.

Since when did I become a cuddler? With a girl whom I’m scaring daily, no less. After tonight, I’m curious to see what she’ll do next.

I didn’t give her a high dose, just enough to knock her out till morning. She’ll still feel some residual effect tomorrow. But after seeing the lack of nutritious food, I’m concerned. What if she falls asleep while driving to work?

This is exactly why I should’ve left immediately.

My thoughts are traipsing into dangerous territory.

Pulling away from her, I slide off the bed and run a frustrated hand through my hair. Sitting on the chair in the corner, I quickly finish the next part. Afterward, I collect my things and exit the room.

Instead of going out the main entrance, I bolt the lock which she forgot to do. Then I leave through the door I’ve been using all this time, which I’m shocked she’s still clueless about.

Too bad I’m not going to tell her.

She has her secrets.

I have mine.