Page 68 of The Invite (The Massacre Ball #1)

Augustus

Nessa is still up when I return. At the sight of her lying on my bed with her silky hair fanned out on my pillow and waiting for me , a foreign emotion along with the damn explosion bursts inside my chest.

Contentment.

Her light presence feels like coming home after a day of hardship. One look at her and the anger is replaced my calmness in my bones. I crave more of the sensation.

She’s the first woman I’ve let in my space, and I don’t just mean my room.

I know she’ll also be the last.

At the sound of the door closing, her hooded eyes collide with mine.

“Is she okay?” are the first words to come out of her mouth.

I must’ve done something good in my previous life to be rewarded with a pure-hearted soul in this one. I contemplate telling her about Scarlett but decide against it. After tonight, my sister will stay the fuck away from her. “She’s fine.”

Her chest rises and falls as I make my way over to the bed. Before sliding in, I get naked, causing her breath to hitch at the sight of my cock. I remove her shirt, needing the contact of her skin. She shivers at every inch I reveal for my starving gaze.

My marks paint her hips and travel to the tops of her thighs. Some darker than the others and too goddamn stunning. I push down the itch to sketch her and lie down before pulling her against my chest and covering us with a blanket.

She sighs and it’s a symphony to my ears.

One arm beneath her head, I lace my other over her tits and cup one in my palm. She’s turned me into a breast man. So soft and perfect that I can devour them for hours. The nipple hardens with a flick of my thumb.

“August…”

“Shh… I just wanna cuddle.”

I bury my nose against her neck, my eyes closing from the sheer pleasure of her scent in my lungs. A mix of floral and sex. She smells like me. She smells like mine.

Her fingers lace with mine resting beside her head and I squeeze, letting her know everything will be fine. We have a battle ahead of us and as long as she’s by my side, I’ll win it. By hook or by crook.

“Ness?”

“Hmm?” she mumbles sleepily.

“I’m going to need you again during the night.” I lick her shoulder, tasting the goosebumps on my tongue.

“O-okay.”

“I’ll fuck you slow so I don’t wake you, okay?” As my true intention dawns, she goes ramrod stiff. Except I know it’s not from fear. It’s dark scorching lust that consumes us every second. “If you feel a fullness, just go back to sleep.”

“Okay, August.”

“Did you get on the pill?”

Her throat bobs as she answers. “I didn’t get a chance.”

“We’re toeing the line, honey. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve filled you with my cum. You could be pregnant right now.”

“August! That’s crazy!”

“Not impossible.” Splaying my palm on her soft abs, I circle her belly button with my finger. “I’m all for you being swollen with our kids, but we aren’t ready. One day, I will breed you, Nessa. You can decide how many. We’ll visit the doctor to get you checked and on the pill.”

She stiffens, and utters in a panic, “We can’t go together.”

“I didn’t say to a local clinic.” I caress her arm soothingly and press a kiss on her shoulder. “We’ll drive to the next town over.”

“Oh… fine. But are you still going to finish…” she probes, shying away from asking point-blank, “tonight?”

“Spill my seed inside you?” A hitch is in her breath as she quickly nods. I smile at her adorableness and rasp against her ear, “You’ll know in the morning.”

Glaring at me over her shoulder despite the rosy hue on her cheeks, she scolds, “It’s you who’s been reckless, you know.”

“Honey, if you could feel how I do when my cock is buried in your wet heat, you’d know.” Blush deepening, she looks away. Reaching between us, I fist my shaft and rub it back and forth against her slit. “Can you sleep like this?”

“How?” Her soft voice is full of na?ve curiosity.

Motherfucker. Her innocence is deadly like a priceless drug.

“Like.” I slowly push my half-mast cock inside her pussy, my eyes closing from the magnificent sensation. I’ll be ready to fuck in a second. I groan. “This.”

She clenches and pushes her ass into my abs. “Oh.”

“Keep my dick warm through the night,” I tell her after I’ve calmed down and stroke her folds. “You won’t even know I’m fucking you later. Sleep now.”

***

Nessa

A ringing stirs me awake and I blink against the morning light pouring into the masculine room. The noise immediately stops.

The heat against my back is like a furnace. Yet divine and comfortable.

It takes my hazy brain a second to recognize it as Augustus, who has his arms and legs tangled with mine. His even breathing ruffling my hair at the top of my head.

My pussy instinctively clenches.

He’s still inside me.

Hard. Long. Throbbing.

It’s not what has me swallowing back a gasp. It’s the dried cum coating the outside of my pussy. Oh my! I can’t believe he really fucked me. How come I didn’t feel him moving? And why is that hot, but not scary?

Careful not to wake him, I inch my hand down and rub my fingers through my folds. They’re tender and under my teasing touch, I become wet. I tear my hand away before I clench again and disturb him.

I won’t lie, I’m relieved he had the sense to not come inside me. It shows how far he’s come in putting my wishes first.

I’m jerked out of my inner monologue when my phone beeps in the drawer. Briefly glancing at the clock on the bedside table, it shows six in the morning.

Who could be texting me at this time?

It takes everything inside me not to shoot off the mattress when I recall the events of last night.

I don’t even know the entire story because Augustus didn’t let me go online.

What humiliating things are they saying about me?

Does the entire town know or just the school?

Am I even going to have a job after today?

Moving away isn’t an option. I’m not even sure I can. The thought of separating from Augustus makes me physically sick.

I must be thinking loud because Augustus shifts behind my back. Or he sensed the rising tension in my limbs. Carefully, I untangle myself but the arm around my waist tightens before I’ve moved an inch.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

His husky and gruff voice shoots straight to my clit. “I need to check my phone.”

I squeal when I’m laid flat on my back and his weight lands on my chest. “Take care of your man first.”

Spreading my thighs, he drives his cock to the hilt.

“August!” I half moan, half protest.

“Your body is mine.” His deep voice in my ear sends an electric shiver down my spine. Pinning my hips into the mattress, he groans, “I fuck it when I want.”

Capturing my jaw, he covers my mouth with his.

A series of hard thrusts ensue, his hips slamming into my pussy over and over.

My brain short-circuits from the overload of pleasure.

I sink my fingers into his messy locks, tugging every time he hits the sweet spot that flashes stars behind my eyes.

Enveloped in him, I didn’t realize I needed this connection. The spellbinding passion. The distraction from what awaits as soon as we step outside of these walls.

Dipping his head, he lashes at my hard nipple with his tongue. My back arches as sharp teeth lock around it and suck almost to the point of pain. The sting drags out my orgasm from its cave and I scream in ecstasy.

Augustus grinds deep, drawing out my pleasure.

Pulling out abruptly, he rolls to his back. Shoving my head down, he holds it over his glistening cock with a fist in my hair. Curling his fingers around the base, he pumps it violently.

“Open,” he barks a second before his balls pull taut and he thrusts his dick in my throat. Saltiness erupts on my tongue. “Fuck. Swallow it all.”

I greedily drink every drop.

“Keep me in your mouth,” he harshly orders as he spurts one final time. I’m unsure of what to do as he pants above me and runs his fingers through my hair. It feels taboo and naughty to have him in my mouth like this after he’s finished. “Stop thinking, Ness. Just suck softly.”

The instruction puts me in a spell and I close my eyes as I suckle on the head.

“Good girl.”

Once he’s softened completely, he pulls me up and hugs me.

Our momentary bliss is shattered by a pinging noise.

This time the source is his phone. It reminds me to check mine too.

Before I can go, though, Augustus steals my attention.

The fierce protectiveness shining in his midnight eyes spreads warmth to my heart.

“Be brave for me today, honey.”

I press my lips against his, and whisper, “Okay.”

While he grabs his phone from the nightstand, I pull out mine. My stomach plummets with dread when I see two missed calls from Mr. Crane as well as a text.

Mr. Crane (Boss) – Miss Davenport, please meet me in my office today at 9AM sharp. We need to talk.

He’s going to fire me and then report me to the authorities. Will it even matter that Augustus is of legal age?

There’s one more text from Ace asking if I’m okay. His concern for my well-being has tears welling in my eyes. What must he think of me sleeping with a student?

I have to see how much damage is done. I open the social media app and horror etches on my face when a grainy picture of Augustus and me lands on my newsfeed. The phone almost slips from my grip.

Demeaning comments are written underneath the post. I’m being called names while Augustus is being celebrated for banging his teacher. I log out, unable to withstand it. No wonder he didn’t want me seeing it last night.

I’m glad he didn’t. I wouldn’t have gotten a wink of sleep.

“Ness, who is it?” asks Augustus from behind.

I face him, and reply in a neutral tone, “I have to drive to the school to meet Mr. Crane.”

His jaw grinds. “I’ll come with you.”

“What? No!”

“Yes, I will.” He struts to my side and stares down at me with determination. “I told you we’re not hiding.”

“That doesn’t mean I’ll let you flaunt our relationship in front of my angry boss.”

His face goes taut and those sinister eyes of his narrow. “Protecting you isn’t flaunting. Here’s what’s going to happen. We’re going to walk in there together so he knows you’re mine. I’m going to tell him you’re innocent in all of this and make sure you your job.”

“He’s your principal, Augustus,” I argue softly. “He can expel you if you piss him off. So, why don’t you let me handle it?”

He smiles at me like I’m so na?ve, and darkly says, “He may be behind the desk and wearing the title of principal, but he sure as fuck doesn’t run the school, little prey. He’s there because my family’s donations and support put him there. So, when I tell you your job is safe, it’s a done deal.”

“Then why would he suspend you?”

“Corruption works under an illusion. We all have to play our part.”

I seriously miscalculated the power and influence his last name holds. I’ve barely scratched the surface.

The knowledge terrifies me.