Page 76 of The Invite (The Massacre Ball #1)

Augustus

Daisy is in a medically induced coma.

There’s a swelling in her brain where she was hit twice with something hard.

The house looked like it was ransacked, but it could’ve been because of the fight between Daisy and the attacker as she tried to defend herself.

She sustained other minor injuries but the one on the head is the most critical.

Until the swelling goes down, she won’t be woken up.

When will that be? Who fucking knows?

Just when I think we’re one step closer to Anonymous, we hit another dead end. It’s been two days since Nessa and I learned the terrible news. All I know is we can’t wait for Daisy to heal to ask whether she saw her attacker.

When we had gone to see Daisy, we ran into the two detectives who are working on Amber’s case.

They must think the cases are connected, but how and why—I have no idea.

We cannot have them looking into our business.

Any progress we’ve made will go up in flames.

Anonymous will go into hiding and there will be no ending the blackmailing game.

It was also obvious they wanted to chat with Nessa, who avoided their gazes—understandable considering her past experience with cops—but they hesitated because of my presence.

Since I was suspended before Amber was murdered, I wasn’t called in for questioning.

However, I know they knew exactly who I was.

The only positive thing that came out of our visit to the hospital was getting Nessa checked out and started on birth control pills after consulting with a doctor. She protested, upset that another student was hurt, but I was adamant.

I haven’t left her alone since then, staying at her place and making sure she isn’t neglecting her health.

Living with her despite the dark cloud hanging over heads has been surprisingly amazing.

I didn’t think I was capable of being around one person twenty-four seven.

Yet with Nessa, it was like falling into a habit I had been doing for years.

If it were possible to burrow myself underneath her skin, I would do it. The glorious part? She’ll let me.

“August?”

“Hmm?”

“Will you tell me more about The Massacre Ball?”

I lift my head from her chest and smirk. I was wondering when she’d ask me about it. “What do you wanna know?”

“What’s it like?”

Leaning up on one elbow, I trail my fingertip between her tits to her soft stomach, enjoying the goosebumps erupting on her flesh.

“There’s no one way to describe it. The ball started as an adult carnival before evolving into more.

A mix of carnival, haunted house, fantasy rooms. In recent years, it's become a place celebrating anonymity, where fans meet their favorite masked men, bikers, and cosplayers. Some reveal their faces. Some don’t.

You just have to experience it for yourself. ”

“A meet and greet?”

“Yes. Though it can lead to more if you’re daring enough.”

I feel her breathing pick up under my hand, nipples hardening, and pupils turning dark in curiosity. “More?”

“You can become their muse. A plaything they can do anything to for the night.” Drawing circles around her bellybutton, I huskily share, “No safe words. Once you say yes, you’re under their mercy.”

“That’s.” Her throat bobs. “Scary.”

“Being scared is a kink for many people, little prey.”

“Have you participated in a meet and greet?”

“Last year.”

“Oh.” A thoughtful frown forms on her forehead.

I know where her mind went. “I didn’t pick a plaything.”

“Will you go this time?”

“Of course.” I don’t tell her we’ll be going as a couple. The devil and his little demon. “My turn to ask questions.”

“Okay.”

“Favorite season?” I ask, kissing my way down her neck.

Her soft fingers tangle in my hair, massaging my scalp as she answers, “Winter. Especially the snow. Yours?”

“Same.” If it’s her favorite, then it’s mine too.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Dream destination?”

“Um… somewhere snowy,” she murmurs distractedly as I roll my tongue around her nipple. Her fingers pull at my head when I blow on the hardened tip.

“Be specific, honey.”

“I can’t think with you doing—” Her breath stutters as I trail my tongue to the other tip and suck deep. “—that.”

I release the nipple and sit up.

“Hey!” she whines. “I didn’t say stop.”

I chuckle and switch our positions, making her straddle me as I lie on my back. Running my hands up her thighs, I ask, “If we were planning a vacation, where would you want to go?”

She pouts. “You’re taking knowing everything about me a little too seriously.”

“Is that a complaint?”

“No.” She sighs, eyelashes fluttering shyly. “I want to visit Norway and see the Northern Lights. What about you?”

“You’re my favorite place, little prey.” Her eyes light up and a blush darkens the apples of her cheeks. It deepens at my next question. “Darkest fantasy?”

Her delectable mouth opens and closes several times before she sasses, “Darker than all the deeds you’ve done to me?”

“Those were my fantasies that you enjoyed. I want to know what’s yours that you think about when you’re lying alone in your bed.”

Her bottom lip folds between her teeth as she nervously chews it, betraying there’s something on her mind that she wants to explore but is too shy to say.

“I’ve been curious,” she whispers so low I wouldn’t have heard it if I didn’t hold on to every word and sound she made.

“About?” I rub circles on her supple skin.

Gaze dropping to my chest, she innocently asks, “Did you upload our last video?”

I bite back a smile while my cock that’s pressed against her core twitches. “Do you want me to?”

She bites down her bottom lip, making it swell. Popping it free, she licks the spot, and says, “I want to watch it first.”

The insinuation isn’t missed by me. Fuck! She really wants to join my channel. I thought once the passion cleared, she’d back out and demand I delete it. Yet here she is, jumping right into the deep end.

However, with the chaos that had ensued after we filmed ourselves, I haven’t had a chance to edit or see it once. It was the last thing on my mind.

Watching her let go so carnally was the single most erotic experience of my life. She was sexy, bold, and so fucking filthy. That side of her—I don’t want to share with anybody. It’ll send me into a tailspin.

I’m not just possessive of her, I’m downright feral.

Yet I can’t also deny the thrill at sharing a screen with her. A masked version of Bonnie and Clyde. Especially with the earnest and excited way she’s gazing at me right now. If that’s her fantasy, I’ll give it to her.

“I’ll show you soon.”

She shocks me next by demanding, “And I want you to fuck me while we watch.”

My eyes flash with savage lust. My cock leaking precum. Feeling it, she takes it in her hand and spreads the moisture over the crown. Her hooded eyes lower to watch her fist stroke my shaft from root to tip, causing a groan to climb up my throat.

“What other dirty fantasies live in your head, little prey?”

Lifting her lustful gaze, her tongue licks the corner of her mouth before she answers. “I’ve been thinking about the night we met.”

“And?” My eyes threaten to close both from the conversation and the tight drag of her hand up and down my dick.

“I want you to finish what you started.”

I trace my palms up to the apex of her thighs, making them flex. Spreading her wet folds, I rub my thumb up and down around the hood of her clit. Fresh arousal leaks onto my groin as I press on the nub. Flicking it, I feign confusion. “Finish what?”

“You know… August,” she moans.

“Say. It.”

“Chase and fuck me in the woods.” Her fist pumps me faster, squeezing harder. “Erase the first memory. That’s my fantasy.”

“Will you fight back?” I growl, shoving a finger inside her. “Or will you plead for me to stop? Do you want me to fuck you like an animal? Without mercy?” Thrusting in and out, I darkly taunt, “Tear your clothes off and push you down onto your hands and knees? Claim you like a caveman?”

“Yes! Yes. All of it,” she purrs, clenching around my finger. “Make me submit to your dominance, August.”

“Then you better fight back like you mean it and I’ll ravage you like prey caught by the masked predator of the night.”

“I will.”

I pull out of her and clean my finger on her tit. Slapping it, I grunt, “If you’re going to give me a hand job, you better turn around and bring that pussy to my mouth and keep it busy.”

Like an eager little girl, she does as she’s told. Instead of sitting down on my face, she hovers over it. I spank her ass. Hard.

“Ahh!”

“If I’m still talking, then you aren’t keeping my mouth busy,” I scold. “Sit on it like a chair and fucking suffocate me with that sweet cunt until I’m drenched in your cum, Nessa.”

I spread her ass cheeks as it lowers on my waiting lips.

I close them around her slit and suck while tonguing the seam.

Nessa moans loudly, squeezing my shaft a little too tight.

I press her down harder and bury my tongue between her folds, licking her juices.

Her goddamn taste is like an aphrodisiac and I greedily lap it up.

The deeper I lick, bite, and suck, the faster she pumps me.

It’s not long before her mouth joins in too and sucks on the head. My hips shoot up the bed, trying to thrust deeper into her throat. She chokes as I give a punishing plunge and nip teasingly on her clit.

Taking a long lick from her pussy to her asshole, I rim the tight rosebud.

“August,” she whimpers as I circle around it repeatedly.

She tries to move away but I hold her down with an arm around her waist. Flattening my tongue, I explore the ring of muscle before trailing it back to her pussy and burying it in her entrance.

I fuck her slow and deep, the way she loves. She rewards me by riding my face, whimpering and moaning above me. I’m not even mad when she neglects my dick and selfishly chases her own pleasure.

With my free hand, I fist my wet cock and stroke it roughly.

“No! Give it to me,” Nessa whines.

I don’t stop and feel her lips close around the crown. Shoving her head down on my cock with my hand, I tug her clit between my teeth and suck hard.

Her rhythm seizes as the climax hits her hard. I don’t let her up and groan at the vibration of her shout jolting my dick. Her teeth graze the soft skin in the process but I keep her choked.

She comes hard and long.

A loud gasp, followed by a cough, escapes her when I pull free from her throat. Before she can finish me off, I slide her off my body. Crawling over her spent form, I cup her jaw and squeeze until her cheeks hollow out. Spitting inside, I command, “Taste your cum, you little slut.”

The flush on her face travels to the tops of her breasts and she swallows my spit mixed with her cum. Thrusting my tongue in her mouth, I kiss her hard. Pulling back with great effort, I bite her jaw, and say, “We’re going for a ride.”