Page 41 of The Invite (The Massacre Ball #1)

Augustus

I can’t get myself to leave her. Knowing well she’ll drive straight to Ace’s apartment as soon as I’m gone.

I also can’t reveal I know where she is staying.

Not yet, at least.

The last thing I want to get into right now is how I’m tracking her whereabouts.

So, I’m left with a single territorial option. If she’s going to be alone in the vicinity of another man, then she will very well have my mark on her. Reminding her who she belongs to.

The non-deranged part of me also wants to make sure she’s okay. Because of what occurred on the road as well as in the morning. Even if I have an unconventional way about it.

She’s keeping all her cards close to her chest.

They’re stacked like a castle and I won’t rest until I make them fall like dominoes until I unearth the real her.

Reaching over her lap, I unbuckle her seat belt and unlock the door. Twisting my head, I whisper in her ear, “The sooner you obey, the sooner I leave.”

I don’t miss the tremor jolting her when I graze her thighs as I pull back.

When she takes a step outside, I warn, “Don’t think of running.”

“Where will I go?” she snaps.

I bury the amused smirk threatening to rise and watch her open the back door extra hard in frustration.

Nessa has never been meek but she’s also not outright feisty. She tries to bury that side of her, telling me I haven’t felt the most scorching flames yet.

It’s deepening my fascination with her.

I get out of my side and follow her into the back. Staring at me like I’d bite her any second, she glues herself to the opposite side. One tug of my hand around her small wrist, I haul her ass onto my lap.

She gasps and lands her palms on my shoulders to stop herself from face-palming onto my chest.

“Do you just not know how to be polite?”

“Being polite doesn’t get one anywhere and is a waste of time.”

Her eyelashes flutter as she tries hard not to roll her eyes.

Toying with her silky hair, I raise a brow. “Would you have sat on my lap had I asked nicely?”

“Yes.”

I chuckle. “Now, who’s being impolite by lying?”

Using her grip as leverage, she leans as far back as her position allows. My fingers slip from her hair. It’s barely a couple of inches but might as well be a mile from how pissed it makes me.

Sliding my hand up her back to cup her neck, I yank her to me. Her breasts smash against my pecs but the thick material of her hoodie doesn’t allow me to feel her nipples. Or the petal-soft skin of hers that I’m obsessed with touching, exploring, and marking with my teeth.

Those plump and pink lips of hers part as I push my fingers underneath the hem and don’t stop until I reach her bra. Pulling down the cup, I palm her entire tit. Her gaze becomes hooded as I massage and squeeze. Soft. Rough. Hard.

The nipple hardens into a diamond and I twist it, delivering a bite of pain.

She squirms, biting down on her bottom lip in response.

I switch to the other tit and fist it hard until her eyelids shut. Needing them on mine to watch the play of shameful pleasure, I scratch my nails on the nipple and pull until she wrenches open her eyes, shimmering like water.

Taking mercy, I let her breast go and trail my hand over the flat of her stomach. It hollows in and out with her shuddering chest. My fingers meet her waistband and I shove inside, into her panties, and dip them between her wet folds.

“Utterly soaked,” I growl hungrily.

Color hits her cheeks and she drops her gaze shyly. But snaps them up when the view below is of my wrist indecently buried in her leggings and rubbing her pussy.

Delicate and tight.

I swirl around her arousal and she looks to the side, unable to hold my heated stare. I make it my mission to force them back on me by thrusting two fingers into her hole without a warning.

“Oh!” Her mouth drops open on a groan at the sudden fullness, eyes sliding to mine when I give another deep thrust. So hard that she bounces on my lap.

I tighten my grip around her neck to hold her still while I bang her cunt on short but deep plunges. Forcing her tight channel to accept my ferocity. I’m preparing her because this is nothing compared to how hard I’ll fuck her with my cock.

I don’t know why I’m torturing myself by waiting when I can have her anytime and anywhere I want. But our first time won’t be in the back seat of a car while I’m short on time.

Minutes won’t be enough. I want hours upon hours of playing with her body, tasting her all over with my mouth and ravaging every single hole of hers as I listen to her cries of ecstasy.

Even that won’t be enough.

Days. Months. Years might sate my hunger, but it’s not a guarantee.

“Augustus… slow down… please .”

“Tell me where you’re staying,” I demand, listening to her plea.

She folds her lip between her teeth, refusing to divulge.

I speed up my thrusts, changing the angle to hit the spot that sends her into another dimension. Her nails scratch my hoodie as she seeks purchase to pull away or lean closer, there’s no telling which.

Soon, her fingertips dig into my shoulder while another set finds its way into my hair at the base and yanks at the strands when my harsh pace becomes too much.

“August!” she cries, twisting and trying to buck off my lap. “Ahh!”

My eyes flare, cock hardening to steel as she calls me by a nickname without even realizing it. This is the second time she’s done it and the effect hits me square in the chest with the same reckoning force as the last time.

I should hate it. I’m not her boyfriend she can give silly names to.

Yet I don’t call her out on it and demand she never call me that. Angry at my inability to do so, I shove a third finger in her spasming hole.

It’s a tight fit and her walls clench and stretch to adjust, especially when I meanly ignore her clit.

All of it becomes too much for her and she slumps against my chest, burrowing into the crook of my neck. Small fists hit my torso while she helplessly squirms.

Her rough pants tease my skin and cloud my senses, and a protective need surges deep within my chest.

Circling her little nub, I slow down my rhythm. A pleasurable sigh slips from her lips. I repeat the motion. A flick of my thumb. A gentle thrust. She makes the sweetest sound again. I withdraw and sink all three fingers deep.

When she moans, my cold heart expands. Her pussy becomes wetter, leaking arousal down my wrist. I haven’t fucked her or anyone else this slow and it’s a new experience. The need never arose until her.

I commit every little detail to memory.

The growing slippery feel of her cunt, her fingers teasingly stroking my hair.

The lazy roll and grind of her hips as she chases my digits plunging into her again and again.

Her delightful moans against my neck, rising by the second.

Especially the tightening of her walls indicating she’s about to come.

Suddenly, I’m desperate to see her face as she finishes.

Fisting her curls, I lift her head and she slowly blinks her eyes open. The look in them is drugged, high on lust. I don’t know who she’s seeing as she gazes at me so deeply but it’s not the monster chasing and stalking her in the shadows.

The hand gripping my strands loosens and travels to trace my jaw. Unfurling her hand, her index finger reaches to touch my bottom lip while her stare incinerates it.

Her head tries to dip for a kiss but I tighten my hold on her silky tresses.

I thumb her clit hard, distracting her from the urge.

She gasps and whimpers as her orgasm bears down. She constricts around my fingers so hard that I can’t move. I roll them around inside her and press against her G-spot, drawing a long shudder.

“August!”

The thin thread holding my control snaps.

Flipping us around, I lay her down on the seat and pull off her leggings. Once she’s bare from the waist down, I spread her apart. Hovering my mouth just an inch above, I spit until it dribbles down the crack of her ass.

I feel her hooded gaze on mine as I rub from her clit to the puckered hole. Pressing my middle finger against it, I raise my gaze to hers as I push inside. Her eyes roll back in her head when I’m buried to the knuckle.

A keening noise leaves her when I twist and stroke along her nerve endings.

Withdrawing achingly slow, I thrust hard to the hilt.

Her back lifts off as she slaps her palm against the seat, trying not to ride my hand. I don’t give her a choice and finger fuck her tiny asshole while pushing my thumb into her pussy.

“Did you look at my gift?” I ask softly.

She shakes her head but her eyes come alive, conveying the truth.

“Really?” I hum innocently, forcing her to accept another finger in her virgin hole. Licking her lips like speaking is tough, she nods thinking she’s fooling me. “Are you saying you weren’t curious at all what I did to you after you passed out?”

A fire erupts in her pupils, and she hisses, “I didn’t pass out. You drugged me!”

“Here you are, riding the hand of the very man.”

“You give me no choice.”

“You could’ve run.” Hitting her deep, I taunt, “You could’ve fought, driven us off the side of the road.” Upping my thrusts until a piercing clapping noise fills the air, I murmur, “You didn’t pick any of those options and chose to be alone with me.”

“None of this is my choosing.”

“I think you secretly like me.”

“You’re crazy.” Her insult comes out breathless as she fights the pleasure I’m bringing her by fingering her the way she loves. Slow but deep. Filled to the brim with teasing flicks on her needy clit.

I lean over her with one hand resting above her head until our breaths mingle. “You want politeness, right? Since you didn’t open the link, I’m going to show exactly what I did to you after you went comatose.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows, eyes going half-mast. She knows what’s coming. Yet she refuses to admit the truth, telling me deep down she wants to watch me masturbate. Lodging my fingers deep in both her holes, I straighten.

“Take out my cock, Nessa.”