Page 49 of The Invite (The Massacre Ball #1)

I shake my head, yet I press the blunt edge against his pulse. My hips speed up as I use his beastly cock for my pleasure, distracting myself from his deranged demand. I only feel a twinge of pain every time he pushes inside.

Below me, he smirks. “I won’t stop fucking you until you do it.”

A cry leaves my lips when his finger grazes my clit and stimulates it perfectly.

“Squeeze me harder, Nessa,” he barks, flicking my nub roughly. A harsh pinch makes me squeal and I brace my free hand on his shoulder.

“August!” I moan, losing any semblance of sense.

Holding me still by the ass, he ruthlessly fucks me, pounding into me punishingly.

Glancing up at me, he declares, “When I’m back at school, I’m going to bend you over the desk in the classroom and fuck you, using your cunt like my cocksleeve.

You’ll be a good girl, lie there, and take it until I finish. If you’re quiet, I might let you come.”

“You’ll get us caught.”

He chuckles. “Then they’ll finally know what a liar you are.”

“I’m not a liar,” I angrily retort.

“You’re sitting on your student’s dick with a knife against his throat and riding him like a horny slut. One look at us and they’ll believe I was telling the truth all along. That you coerced me into becoming your boy toy.”

A red haze darkens my vision.

He’s just manipulating me, I tell myself. It’s what he does best to get his way.

“Shut up.”

“Innocent-looking teacher abusing her power to sleep with her student. It’s what everyone will say.”

“Don’t say anything more.” My grip tightens around the knife’s handle.

He fucks me deeper, almost violently, punctuating each word with a thrust. “Nobody will know you’re my little whore behind closed doors.”

“Stop!” I shout, making a light cut right below the base of his neck.

A warning.

He makes a hissing noise, raw and guttural.

His cock jerks inside me, stabbing my cervix as he drives to the hilt. His fingertips carve grooves in my hips as he grounds the base of his girth against my clit.

A triumphant and manic grin forms on his mouth. “Told you you’d do it.”

“I hate you!” I make a deeper cut over his pec, mesmerized by the red droplets trickling down to his flat nipple. letting his blood spill. No longer recognizing myself.

“Fuck yes! My violent little thing.”

Gathering the blood on the tip of the blade, I paint it on his lips. His nostrils flare, looking more dangerous than ever.

Deviant.

Bloodthirsty.

A true predator ravaging his prey.

The sight of him, bloody and slashed with his muscles rippling, drives me crazy with lust. Throwing the knife aside and ignoring the clatter as it hits the floor, I brace my hands behind him on the couch.

His hungry mouth latches onto my nipple as I ride his cock. The wet slapping noises egg me on. I’m hovering on the edge of a powerful wave. Only he can pull me over the shore. “Make me come, August,” I rasp.

My breast is stained red when he lets it go with a pop.

One minute, I’m admiring the color.

The next, I’m thrown on my back with Augustus’s sinewy torso covering my front, pressing me deeper into the cushions. Wrenching my arms over my head, he grabs the back of my knee and wraps it over his clenched ass.

“You wanna come, dirty slut?” he growls, hair falling over his eyes.

I push them back so I can gaze into his black pupils. “Yes. Please.”

“Wrap both your thighs around me.” As soon as I do, he wraps both his hands around my throat. I swallow, sensing his thumbs pressing on the sides and tilting my head back. His cock slips out to the tip and he pauses. “No matter what I do, you don’t move.”

“Ahh!!” I shout when he slams inside my pussy so hard that I swear I feel him in my throat, right along with seeing stars.

He does it again without giving me time to take a breath.

One brutal thrust after another.

I was wrong; this is him unleashed.

His grip tightens, lightly choking me but not enough to cut off my air. “Look. At. Me.”

A blurry image of his rugged face appears and it takes me a second to realize it’s because of my tears.

Without breaking our connection, he withdraws and plunges back in.

I can’t look away, caught in his spell. Instead, I clutch his biceps, scratching my nails down the taunting snake while he slams and slams and slams into me.

Resting his forehead against mine, he harshly claims, “You’re mine, little prey.”

My gaze drops to his mouth, dark with hints of scarlet. I lean forward and lick his bottom lip before he can stop me.

He thrusts harder in retaliation, shunting me up the couch.

I lick my lips, taunting him as I hum at the taste of him.

His jaw constricts, nostrils flaring. This time there’s no mistaking he’s choking me for real because my vision blurs. His cock doesn’t stop drilling, swelling even more. My clit rejoices every time his groin grinds against me, creating delicious friction.

The safe word is on the tip of my tongue when my orgasm barrels through me. “August! August! August!”

I chant and forget about everything.

Floating and boneless on a cloud.

I don’t even feel his teeth bite down above my breast, breaking the skin as he finishes right after me. He may have claimed me.

But I’ve claimed him right back.