Page 48 of The Invite (The Massacre Ball #1)

Nessa

I shut my eyes as soon as I say it, feeling his muscles stiffen.

Why did I say that?

A finger glides across my cheek, and he demands, “Look at me.”

I shake my head.

How do I tell him my own desires scare me sometimes?

“Ness,” he utters softly but firmly.

It takes some effort but I listen to him. He doesn’t look angry. Or repulsed. Quite the opposite. Something like concern flitters over his expression. How is that possible? Is it for himself or me?

At times like this, I really wish to dissect his brain or have a scientist do it. I know he has a heart buried somewhere in there, but I’m not certain it possesses any feelings. Then he goes and stuns me like this.

“Is that what you want?” he questions in an unreadable tone. “You sure?”

I swallow. “Yes.”

Mentally, I praise myself for sounding more confident than before. A gasp trickles out of my mouth when his cock throbs at my response. Wow! He’s aroused by it too. It spikes my own and I tilt my hips, chasing his length.

“I won’t cut you, though,” I say firmly.

The corner of his mouth quirks. “Why not? It made you come hard last time.”

“Because I’m not interested in cleaning up your blood again.” Or giving myself a panic attack seeing him hurt. Again, strange I feel sympathy toward him.

His hold on my wrists tightens while my breasts smash against his chest when he lowers more of his weight. The skin-on-skin contact sends the remaining blood rushing to my clit.

“Don’t utter lies. You’d lick it clean and beg for more if I told you to.” Leaving a wet trail to my ear, he groans, “Heck, I’d love nothing more than to fuck you while you’re painted red in my blood.”

I haven’t even fully digested the ferocity of his fantasy when he releases me abruptly. Slapping my thigh on the side, he commands hoarsely, “Get the knife.”

Without wasting a second, I slide off the couch on quaking legs. The heat of his stare scorches my naked body until I step into the hall and run to the kitchen. After grabbing what I need, I skip back to him.

A thrill courses down my spine, and my heart thunders when my shy gaze lands on the dark adonis on my cheap couch, resting against it like it’s his throne.

My gait almost falters when I notice he’s removed his jeans.

Every naked inch of him looks carved from stone.

Despite being on display, not an ounce of vulnerability emanates from him. Ironic it’s the exact opposite for me.

Once I’m within touching distance, he hauls me onto his lap. I barely miss stabbing his shoulder as I straddle him. He’d probably love it. He spreads his thighs, which in turn stretches mine apart, and leans his head against the couch’s back.

Messy black strands fall onto his forehead as he stares at me under a hooded gaze. He quips, “Nervous, little prey?”

A little. “No.”

I must not hide my nerves well because he orders, “Lift your hips.”

His rough fingers graze my pussy and part my folds until I’m wide open. My free hand lands behind him while I bring my other at the base of his neck. The knife’s blade pressing against his steady pulse.

There’s not a hint of fear in his rapt pupils that I can slit his neck right here and now.

“Guide my cock to your cunt and take me inside, Nessa.”

I’m kept indecently exposed so we can both watch as I circle his shaft. Silky soft and slippery but oh-so hard. I bring it to my entrance. He throbs, precum dripping from the cockhead. It makes a good lubricant as I slowly lower myself onto his length. We both hiss under our breaths.

It’s like my body has other ideas because it fights the stretch. The burn. The unholiness of fucking my student.

“Push down, Ness,” grits out Augustus. “Relax. You’ve taken this much of me before.”

Only because he commanded my body to accept his dominance. Perhaps I do love it when he’s in control. Not that I’ll admit it.

My knees dig into the cushions, my toes curling as I inhale sharply and press down harder on the crown until it slips inside.

“That’s it.”

It’s impossible not to blush having his attention on where we’re joined while mine is glued to his face. Lips curled over his teeth, he thumbs my clit, distracting me from the pain, and grunts, “Keep going. No more teasing me with your pussy.”

He’s clearly at his limit.

The past weeks have been leading to this moment. A truth I can no longer deny.

“I’m running this show,” I rasp, running the blade along his collarbone. “You’ll sit there and take it.”

Vicious eyes snap to mine just as I wiggle, forcing myself down on him another inch.

Both of us simultaneously groan.

Something powerful comes over me and I fist his hair. Tugging back, I point the tip of the knife underneath his jaw threateningly.

“I thought you didn’t want to hurt me,” he taunts.

“I don’t. So stay still.”

Desire flares as he exhales roughly. Despite the pain from his thickness, I slowly take more of him, my body accepting his invasion. The Claiming. Augustus ruins the memory of the only man I’ve ever been with and we haven’t even started fucking.

“You’re in control because I’m allowing it,” he arrogantly warns. “Act wisely.”

“Shut up,” I gasp, fighting back tears.

My grip flexes around the knife’s handle. I whimper when my clit is pinched savagely, causing my muscles to clench around him.

“Yeah… Choke me.” I raise my hips to ease the pressure, but his hands lock around my waist and he shakes his head. “No pulling out until you’ve taken every inch.”

“August,” I whine, even as wetness pours from my hole, making a mess of his lap. Of us.

“You’re almost there.”

I make the mistake of peering down.

He’s only halfway in!

This must be why people are warned not to look below while standing at a cliff or seconds away from paragliding; it makes you second-guess everything. Backtrack into safety even at the expense of missing out on something wild and unforgettable.

Just like I am.

“Augus—”

“Sit. On. My. Cock. You little slut .”

I’m yanked down harshly, feeling like I’m being ripped apart from the inside. “Ahh,” I squeal, nicking him accidentally.

He doesn’t stop until I’m seated on his monster dick.

“Oh… ummm,” I cry out, my surroundings blurring. It clears at the sound of Augustus’s deep timbre.

“Now, take all the time you need to adjust to me,” he rasps thickly. His voice is no better than mine. As though he’s in as much pain as I am.

I squirm like a trapped mouse, clenching around his pulsing girth. Falling on his chest with both my hands on the couch on either side of him, I pant roughly and let the sensations consume me.

“Your pussy is perfect, little prey. Hot and wet,” he praises, distracting me from the utter fullness. “I can spend an eternity inside you. While you suck me dry.”

“You’ll become the first man to kill a girl with his cock then.”

“You’re the one with a deadly knife.”

I lift my head, suddenly remembering the weight of it in my palm. Bringing it between us, I run the edge along his forehead, over his cheek, to under his chin. “Yet you don’t look scared.”

“Because dying with my cock inside you will be a sweet death.”

“It’s a good thing the devil is immortal,” I tease. “So, you’re safe.”

“Too bad you’re not.” With that warning, he lifts and brings me down hard on his glistening cock.

My half cry, half moan doesn’t deter him from thrusting again as roughly as before.

“Oh, does my cock hurt, teach?” he darkly taunts, continuing to bounce me on him hard and fast. “I thought you adjusted since you couldn’t help but talk back. ”

It deliciously burns every time he breaches me with his hardness. Wicked pleasure erupts in my veins and I breathlessly moan. His possessive words send me soaring higher toward an ecstasy I’ve never known.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you like this ever since I saw you standing in the classroom, looking like you’d seen a ghost. Do you know why you instantly knew it was me behind the mask?”

“Why?”

“Because you’re supposed to be mine.” Thrust. “Meant to be corrupted by me.” Thrust. “ Your soul calls to my dark one.” Thrust.

His rhythm goes unrestrained, teeth bared like a predatory animal, pistoning into me repeatedly. The smacking noise of our hips bounces off the walls, mixing with our heavy groans.

“Touch your tits.”

“No.”

He growls, “Ness—”

I press the flat side of the blade against his lips, cutting him off. “My show, remember?”

His gaze narrows into slits, savage and scathing. It unnerves me, but doesn’t scare me like it used to all the other times. Trailing the knife lower, I twist my wrist until it lies horizontally right below his chin.

The power exchange threatens to make me come.

Curling my fingers against the couch to use as leverage, I raise my hips till he’s buried to the tip before thrusting down. His fingers flex on my ass but don’t move to take over, and I start to ride him.

Slow and deep.

I roll and grind and let him fill my pussy to the hilt.

Every time I sense his restraint close to snapping, I dig the knife deeper against his throat in warning. “How does it feel to be at my mercy, August?”

“How does it feel to believe the illusion you have any control?” he counters, carelessly pushing against the blade.

One wrong move and I’ll cut him.

Do it.

The demented voice trickles into my psyche. I try ignoring it and fuck him faster. But it only gets louder as the pleasure from having him deep inside me turns me mindless.

Prove him wrong.

Show him who’s in charg e.

“Fuck… the way you clench around my dick, it’s killing me.

” His eyelashes flutter, watching my breasts bounce.

He thrusts upward every time I drive down.

Locking his arms around my waist, he slams into me in rapid strokes.

“I can see the need in your eyes, Nessa. You want to mark me. Stop fighting it.”

As if the voice inside my head isn’t enough, I’m being tempted by the devil-tongued man underneath me.

Circling my throat without any regard I’m holding a sharp object to his own, he leans closer and urges in a low rasping voice, “Give in.”