Page 137 of The Invite
“That would be a first.” I laugh sardonically and unclasp my bra. I have to commend his tightly leashed control when his gaze doesn’t waver from my face.
“Put your clothes back on,” he commands.
“No, tell me, Augustus.” I push down my shorts and panties until I’m stark naked. “Which hole do you want to fuck first? Should I run so you can chase me until your cock gets hard?”
“Stop.” Darkness storms in his cold gaze.
“Why don’t you invite Maverick too?” I suggest. “He’s pissed at me too for his suspension. How about I suck his dickand make it up to him? You can watch and be proud of training your whore well.”
Augustus’s expression descends to a chilling degree and he takes a step forward.
But I’m not scared anymore.
A muscle tics in his jaw as he warns, “Don’t utter another word, Nessa.”
“I have an even better idea.” The dam has broken and I can’t stop. “The three of us should go back to the woods. You can tie me to the tree and fuck me toge—”
The sentence is left unfinished as I get yanked into a steely embrace. Fingers curl around my throat and soft lips brush against mine as Augustus growls, “You’re mine.”
“I’m your whore,” I yell, shoving him away. Something cracks inside me. The sound of it only I hear. “Isn’t this what you wanted? My complete submission. I’m just trying to please you.”
“This isn’t pleasing me,” he rumbles, a conflicted emotion crossing his features. Like he can’t make sense of why my anger and despair are affecting him and he’s hating every minute of it.
“Then what do you want?” I screech, pounding my fist against his chest. Tears sting my eyes as he takes my beating silently. “Just tell me and get out of my life. I’m right where you wanted me, or do you want to break me some more? End this game and put me out of my misery.”
Grasping his hands, I place them over my nude body, but they remain cold and unmoving. “Take what you came here for, Augustus. Finish what you started.”
“No.”
The tether keeping me together snaps and I break into pieces.
I can’t get more pathetic than this. Being forced to shatter and crumble in front of an unfeeling monster who is hell-bent on tormenting me.
Like I haven’t suffered enough.
“I don’t get it,” I whisper brokenly. “At least with Anonymous, I know what he’s after. But you? What is it that you want? Just tell me, Augustus.”
“You,” he says in a heartbeat.
One word and I realize with crystal clarity that Augustus willneverlet me go.
The toll of the admission and everything else exceeds the last of my strength and my weight gives out. I never touch the ground as those cold hands become my balm and don’t let me fall. They gather me up so gently like I’m made of glass.
“I hate you,” I sob, my vision blurring like I’m peering through rainfall.
He tucks my face in the crook of his neck, murmuring, “I deserve it.”
“I’m so sick of you.” I still clutch him like a raft. I’m just so tired of taking care of myself that I’m turning to the one person I should be running from.
“I know,” he whispers, moving us somewhere.
“You treat me the worst.” Loud sobs turn to low hiccups while I shake uncontrollably. I feel him climb the stairs. “You can’t use my body and leave like I’m nothing but a whore you picked from the street.”
“I’ll never leave you again,” he utters like a vow, and caresses my spine.
“I’m not a toy. Not yours or Anonymous’s. I’ll never be a toy for anyone to break or torment.”Never again.
“Anonymous isn’t coming anywhere near you, let alone touching a single hair on your head.” His tone is deadly as tension steels his muscles. “He’ll have to go through me first.”
