Page 47 of The Invite (The Massacre Ball #1)

Nessa

“I won’t be gentle,” Augustus warns.

I caress the corner of his sinful mouth. “I don’t want you to be.”

“Yeah?”

“I want you to make me forget every single thought in my head,” I demand in a whisper. “I want to forget about the world. The threat of Anonymous and everything wrong in my life. Make me forget my own name, Augustus.”

“August.”

I’m taken aback. “What?”

Hand cupping my jaw, his gaze drops to my lips, burning up. My mouth tingles when he runs the pad of his thumb across it, and murmurs, “You call me that sometimes.”

Have I?

“I think I’d know.”

His eyes lift to mine, becoming impossibly darker. “You don’t and that’s why it drives me wild. Makes me want things I haven’t before.”

Why can’t I remember? And what things does he wish for?

“When was the first time I said it?”

“When I cut my hand and you panicked.” The fingers buried underneath my top curl around my waist firmly before shifting higher while his other hand trails a fire of anticipation over my thigh.

“You said it last night when you had your fist wrapped around my cock. In a few seconds, you’re going to scream it when I fill your tight pussy, little prey.

” His lips tug at the corner in a carnal smirk.

“That is if you can even manage it once I’m inside you. ”

Who knew this hardened psychopath would secretly love having a nickname?

Wanting to see how he reacts and how I could possibly miss it in the past, I test it out by teasing him, “You’re full of surprises today, August .”

The nickname comes naturally, like it was made for my tongue. Like I’ve been calling him that for years. I don’t get to enjoy the full rush of it as the hand on my spine climbs upward at lightning speed to fist my hair.

Giving a sharp yank, Augustus growls, “Now you’ve done it.”

I yelp at the harsh sting when he bites my exposed neck and tugs the soft skin between his teeth. His caresses become rougher as he tears my top up hastily after leaving a hickey on my throat. My braless breasts spring free for his assault as he cups them in his palms.

Squeezing them just shy of it being painful, as though he’s punishing me, he possessively says, “These tits are mine. Learning they were bare underneath your shirt while you had dinner with Ace had me absolutely enraged. No way he didn’t notice them.

” His palm smacks against the side, making them bounce.

“Or these little pink nipples,” he pinches them to emphasize, “hard and poking through. You only get to flaunt and cocktease me. Not another man unless I allow it. Got it?”

“Yes,” I gasp. I’m so turned on that I’ll agree to anything he says at this point. “O-okay.”

My head drops when his chin dips to lock his hungry and wet mouth around my right breast while he squeezes the other. I squirm when he sucks hard enough that his cheeks hollow out and deep enough to bruise.

Latching onto his hair, I arch my chest to get closer. His dick twitches right against my heated core as he suckles while tonguing the tip. The stimulation feels so fucking good. His single-minded attention drives my lust sky-high.

I whine in protest when he frees it with a loud and crude pop, but it soon turns into one of pleasure when he switches to my neglected breast, bestowing it the same rough reverence. Kissing, nibbling, and rolling greedily.

“I could taste and play with your tits for hours. Juicy, soft, and so ripe,” he rasps, thrusting up from below. “Feel how rock hard my cock is.”

Grabbing me around the hips, he thrusts upward and I spread my legs wider so his shaft hits right against my center. “More. I want to feel you.”

“Put your hands on my knees and lean back.”

I’m nervous as I do as he commands, low-key scared I’ll slip to the floor and hyperaware of how exposed and vulnerable the position makes me.

His features soften and so does the rough timbre of his voice. “I won’t let you fall, Nessa.”

One of his arms remains wrapped around my waist from behind as I hold my stance. My chest rises and falls, shaking my glistening breasts. Imprints of his teeth darken the pale skin around my nipples with each passing second.

A potent mix of possessiveness and ownership swirls in the depths of Augustus’s pupils as he watches unblinking. Locking them with mine, he splays his hand on my lower belly and teasingly glides it into my shorts and past my damp panties.

“I heard your terms. Now you’re going to listen to mine,” he states, and smirks arrogantly when his fingers connect with the ample wetness on my pussy. I throb and clench, aching to be filled. “You’re going to agree to them if you want to come.”

I nod vigorously, unable to move an inch. He’s got me at his mercy, holding me up by a string under his control, especially when two of his long fingers part my folds. His thumb joins to run circles around my swollen clit, purposely avoiding it to torture me.

“Tell m-me,” I probe, desperately needing to come.

“Get on birth control. This is the last time I’m going to remind you.”

“Sorry if it slipped my mind while I’m being stalked by two unhinged madmen and watching innocent people get killed around me,” I snap without a second thought, pissed at his high-handedness and lack of empathy.

His hand pauses. I almost shout in frustration. Amusement flickers on his face at my misery, highlighting his deviousness. “I’m your first and only priority now, Miss Nessa. Keep me pleased and I’ll handle the rest.”

“Right now, I’m very displeased, Mr. Grayson.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. Very much.” Arching a brow, I huff, “So if you’d just hurry along stating the rest of your terms and finish making me come. It’s the only thing I like about you so far.”

“Why do you hide your fire?” he counters, still keeping me on edge with his hand motionless on my slit.

My confidence wavers at his question, stomach knotting with nerves. Not even a minute on his lap and I’m forgetting to keep up my walls. I open my mouth to form an excuse but he senses it and his gaze narrows into slits, rendering me mute.

“You’re not meek and docile,” he states confidently. “Fool the world but stop acting around me. I like you feisty, not a shell of a broken person.”

“I’m not feisty,” I mutter without any conviction. It was beaten out of me in the worst way imaginable.

“And I’m not one to stalk a woman.”

“Is that all?” I refuse to acknowledge his observation about my hidden nature. “Any more terms? Which you’ve already declared I have no choice but to accept.”

Shit. I can’t seem to stop running my mouth.

Did he put something in the food?

He’s already proven he has zero qualms about drugging me.

My breath hitches when a full-blown smile takes over his face, making his beauty lethally handsome.

I gulp when he uses his grip to grind my pussy over his length tenting below his zipper.

“The more you sass me, the harder my cock gets. Try to be anything but you, and I’ll nail you harder than I already intend to, little prey.

You won’t just feel me between your legs but in your throat too. ”

“Okay… I won’t hide,” I cry out, tightening my fingers in his messy strands.

A long sigh leaves my mouth when he finally resumes his stroking against my core. The contact on my poor and needy clit is nothing short of bliss. His thumbnail flicks the hood while two fingers tease my opening before shoving home.

One of my hands slips from his knee, but he’s there to catch me.

“My last two terms. After this, I fuck you whenever and however I wish. Be it in school, in a crowd, on the side of the road, or in the bedroom. Whether it’s three in the morning or in the evening, your holes are mine to use and fuck.

” His fingers wreaking havoc in my pussy makes it incredibly difficult to focus and hear over the keening noises I’m making, but I manage and mumble a hasty yes.

“When we’re alone in the house, I want you naked unless I allow otherwise.

Even then, it’ll be my clothes. No bra or panties.

All your holes will be available to me.”

“All the time?” I whimper. “That’s impractical.”

“Not for me.”

Smart-ass. “You’re crazy.”

“Certifiably. Your bad luck that you caught my eye.”

I lose my comeback when his fingers hook perfectly against my G-spot and stab it repeatedly until every inch of me is sweaty and drowning in ecstasy. A pinch to my clit and I blast into the flames of my climax.

“August!!” I scream his name, clutching his shoulders. “Ahh!”

“That’s it. Break apart for me, honey.”

“Mmmm.”

An oomph slips when I’m turned around and laid flat on the couch. I blink my eyes open to find my legs in the air as Augustus jerks my shorts and panties off.

“Play with your cunt,” he orders when his feral face comes into view.

I touch my sex, sticky with my cum, just as he whips off his shirt by reaching over his shoulder. My mouth waters when his beautiful tattoos fill my sight. The snake is enchanting and lures me to lick and kiss it.

My breath gets stuck in my throat when I catch the faded white lines on his left pec, where I slashed him the last time. It taunts me that I harbor a darker side myself.

“Push two fingers in to prepare for my cock, Nessa.”

A blush blossoms on my cheeks as I wordlessly obey him and moan once I fill my pussy. Roaming my gaze down his ripped chest and torso, I marvel over every square inch of him while lazily fucking myself.

“Stretch your hole,” he grunts, widening my thighs to stare raptly. “Stop with the teasing and fuck yourself like you did alone that night.”

My attention is stolen by his hand working on unbuckling his belt and fresh nerves filter in. No amount of fingers is going to prepare me for that beast. It’s going to hurt either way.

I lurch off the couch for a split second when he thrusts his finger beside my own into my channel. “Oh god!”

“So goddamn slick.” Another finger joins, stretching me like he wanted. “Tight as hell. Tell me you’re not a virgin, Nessa.”

I swallow and shake my head. “I’m not.”

“You’ve obviously haven’t been fucked by a real man then if you’re still struggling to fit my fingers.” He snorts. “Fuck! Hear the sounds you’re making. You may as well be a virgin.”

Lustful shame raises goosebumps on my skin, and I lower my gaze shyly. “It’s been a while.”

Wrong thing to utter because he freezes intimidatingly. “How many years?”

Is it embarrassing that he doesn’t even bother to ask for months, just assumes it’s years? I hate his cockiness.

“Why does it matter?”

“Because I asked,” he scolds, roughly thrusting. “Now answer the fucking question.”

“Ten years.” The fullness from our fingers in my pussy is almost unbearable.

The answer pleases him, I can sense it by the desire shadowing his angular cheeks. Intrigue mixes into it when he does the math and asks in a hypnotic tone set as a trap. “How many men have you been with?”

“One,” I whisper so low I’m not sure he hears it.

His fingers disappear from inside my pussy.

Wait… Is he changing his mind about fucking me? Because I’m inexperienced compared to him? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? I’m older than him.

The clank of his belt and the hissing noise of unzipping wrenches my alarmed gaze back to his eyes. He looks like he’s seconds away from eating me alive as he whips out his intimidating erection. Moisture beads at the tip, glistening like a pearl.

I automatically lick my lips.

My hand is torn away from my sex to wrap around his girth. He pumps my arousal all over himself. Tightening my grip, I eagerly stroke him from the root to the tip.

His head drops and he sighs in pleasure when I rub my thumb over the crown.

Splaying a hand on my inner thigh, he exposes me lewdly and runs his tongue across his teeth.

“Such a hot cunt.”

Smack!

“August!” I scream at the sharp sting.

He slaps my pussy again.

“Take. It.”

Pinning me down when my back shoots off the couch, his palm delivers another hard spank against my core. I pant and twist from side to side.

Something hot swipes over my sore slit and I hiss. Prying my blurry eyes open, I see Augustus eating me out. He looks up, and I blush. His tongue makes an erotic dance of slowly licking from my entrance to my clit before sucking it hard.

My limbs shake uncontrollably as he brings me to the heel of another orgasm, but he sits up at the last second. The whine dies down my throat when he leans over my prone form and glides his shaft against my pussy.

His lips and jaw glisten from my juices.

An urge comes over me and I lean up without warning and lick his jawline, tasting myself on him. He stiffens, going ramrod still, but doesn’t make any move to stop my exploration.

Tentatively touching the side of his face, I run my lips closer to his. Peppering his skin with soft kisses and tiny licks, I clean the wetness away. His warm breath blows along my chin, burning me up with lust.

His lips beckon to me. My heart races as I get nearer.

Just one more inch.

He turns his head away a second before our lips can touch, crushing my insides.

“No kissing.” His hard tone feels like stones being pelted at my back.

My hand drops to the couch. “Why?”

“Do you really want to kiss a monster like me?” he counters.

I shouldn’t want to.

“I may protect and own you, Nessa, but I’m still a monster. Don’t forget that.”

“I haven’t.” You never let me .

Taking my wrists, he shoves them over my head and crisscrosses them. Lazily grinding his cock between my folds, he diffuses the tension by bringing me back to the edge.

“August,” I beg, done with the foreplay.

“This is your show, honey. Tell me how you wanna be fucked. Slow? Hard? Deep? Rough?” Nuzzling his nose against mine, he murmurs inches from my lips, “You want to ride me at your own pace while I lie down? I won’t always be in a generous mood, Nessa. So, tell me.”

“I… I,” I stutter, unable to voice out the dark desire brewing in the back of my mind.

“Say it and it’s yours,” Augustus coaxes.

“I want you to fill me slowly until I’ve adjusted, then fuck me however you want.” I swallow before whispering, “ While I control you with the knife, like last time.”