Page 113 of The Invite
Numb to the bone, I accept the conditions just to examine the whole damage.
I’ve never hated another human being as I do Augustus in this moment.
Before I lose my nerves, I hit play.
It’s pitch black for the first few seconds, building my anticipation at the pulse-pounding suspense.
When the soft glow of my bedside lamp illuminates my sleeping form, a broken sound leaves me. I lean forward and it takes me a moment to realize it’s not the raw footage but an edited clip. He must’ve done it right here at my place.
My brain goes hush when Augustus stalks out of the shadows, sauntering to the end of my bed. His face is concealed in his sexy skull mask, except for his sinister black eyes that make fear taste like fine wine.
His slow gait is that of a predator who rules in the dark.
My unblinking eyes roam down his black tee molded to his muscular chest and strong thighs under dark blue denim. I become riveted by the tattoos swirling on his veiny arms. The snake curls from around his wrist like a vine and travels upward before its mouth disappears under the sleeve.
I don’t even stir when he roams his fingers up my ankle before he traces them along my inner thigh. I have to cross my legs because I know his hand’s destination and the part of me he’s about to touch.
I swallow the second he leans over and puts his other hand next to my head. Yet I still don’t sense the danger and remain in a slumber. A full-body shudder rocks me when he shamelessly bares my breast.
I want to look away, but I can’t.
This is so wrong and immoral.
Sitting alone, I feel his phantom touch on every part of my body he’s caressing in the video. I’m trembling and panting when he lies behind my back. His intimidating size dwarfs my frame. Even in my subconscious, my body reacts to his wicked caresses.
Just as I’m fascinated by him on the screen, he’s the same way in the video.
I wish he peered into the camera, so I could read his expression.
Minutes pass as his skilled fingers stroke my pussy and I’m proven a liar because in the next breath, I’m moaning his name.
At first, when I woke up, I was a bit hazy and thought I was in a dream. But the intense pleasure and clenching of my walls told me that Augustus was real.
The same moment plays and I relive it again.
Just as I shatter on my first orgasm, the scene changes to the moment he drugged me, and my world went dark.
I sit up straight, too terrified to put into words at what I’m about to witness.
The scene continues and I gasp. My top is torn off my chest, exposing me completely to Augustus’s primal gaze.
Not just him, Nessa, but to the world.
Nothing could have prepared me for what happens next.
Staring down at me, his hand goes to his belt and unbuckles it hastily like the lust is too overpowering. His wrist moves, indicating he pulled out his cock, but it’s discreetly hidden.
Though I don’t need to see it to remember how daunting his size was. I felt it in all its glory when he ground it right against my pussy. I’ve only slept with one man but I didn’t need a lot of experience to know Augustus’s cock is a beast.
Low groans and grunts escape his mouth as he strokes himself. So damn fast that it’s a blur. A traitorous throb shoots to my clit as I watch him masturbate while straddling over my comatose body.
My nipples harden when virtual Augustus grips my breast and tweaks the tip.
Midway, his hand pauses and it looks like he’s pressing it against my sex. The husky groan slipping from him sends a shiver down my spine. When his hips shunt forward, I can no longer deny he’s using my pussy to pleasure himself.
He could’ve fucked me, but he didn’t.
I don’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Because it means he isn’t satisfied and he will come back for more. I’ll have to fight him harder than all the previous times.
