Page 150 of The Invite
Hand cupping my jaw, his gaze drops to my lips, burning up. My mouth tingles when he runs the pad of his thumb across it, and murmurs, “You call me that sometimes.”
Have I?
“I think I’d know.”
His eyes lift to mine, becoming impossibly darker. “You don’t and that’s why it drives me wild. Makes me want things I haven’t before.”
Why can’t I remember? And whatthingsdoes he wish for?
“When was the first time I said it?”
“When I cut my hand and you panicked.” The fingers buried underneath my top curl around my waist firmly before shifting higher while his other hand trails a fire of anticipation over my thigh. “You said it last night when you had your fist wrapped around my cock. In a few seconds, you’re going to scream it when I fill your tight pussy, little prey.” His lips tug at the corner in a carnal smirk. “That is if you can even manage it once I’m inside you.”
Who knew this hardened psychopath would secretly love having a nickname?
Wanting to see how he reacts and how I could possibly miss it in the past, I test it out by teasing him, “You’re full of surprises today,August.”
The nickname comes naturally, like it was made for my tongue. Like I’ve been calling him that for years. I don’t get to enjoy the full rush of it as the hand on my spine climbs upward at lightning speed to fist my hair.
Giving a sharp yank, Augustus growls, “Now you’ve done it.”
I yelp at the harsh sting when he bites my exposed neck and tugs the soft skin between his teeth. His caresses become rougher as he tears my top up hastily after leaving a hickey on my throat. My braless breasts spring free for his assault as he cups them in his palms.
Squeezing them just shy of it being painful, as though he’s punishing me, he possessively says, “These tits are mine. Learning they were bare underneath your shirt while you had dinner with Ace had me absolutely enraged. No way he didn’tnotice them.” His palm smacks against the side, making them bounce. “Or these little pink nipples,” he pinches them to emphasize, “hard and poking through. You only get to flaunt and cocktease me. Not another man unless I allow it. Got it?”
“Yes,” I gasp. I’m so turned on that I’ll agree to anything he says at this point. “O-okay.”
My head drops when his chin dips to lock his hungry and wet mouth around my right breast while he squeezes the other. I squirm when he sucks hard enough that his cheeks hollow out and deep enough to bruise.
Latching onto his hair, I arch my chest to get closer. His dick twitches right against my heated core as he suckles while tonguing the tip. The stimulation feels so fucking good. His single-minded attention drives my lust sky-high.
I whine in protest when he frees it with a loud and crude pop, but it soon turns into one of pleasure when he switches to my neglected breast, bestowing it the same rough reverence. Kissing, nibbling, and rolling greedily.
“I could taste and play with your tits for hours. Juicy, soft, and so ripe,” he rasps, thrusting up from below. “Feel how rock hard my cock is.”
Grabbing me around the hips, he thrusts upward and I spread my legs wider so his shaft hits right against my center. “More. I want to feel you.”
“Put your hands on my knees and lean back.”
I’m nervous as I do as he commands, low-key scared I’ll slip to the floor and hyperaware of how exposed and vulnerable the position makes me.
His features soften and so does the rough timbre of his voice. “I won’t let you fall, Nessa.”
One of his arms remains wrapped around my waist from behind as I hold my stance. My chest rises and falls, shakingmy glistening breasts. Imprints of his teeth darken the pale skin around my nipples with each passing second.
A potent mix of possessiveness and ownership swirls in the depths of Augustus’s pupils as he watches unblinking. Locking them with mine, he splays his hand on my lower belly and teasingly glides it into my shorts and past my damp panties.
“I heard your terms. Now you’re going to listen to mine,” he states, and smirks arrogantly when his fingers connect with the ample wetness on my pussy. I throb and clench, aching to be filled. “You’re going to agree to them if you want to come.”
I nod vigorously, unable to move an inch. He’s got me at his mercy, holding me up by a string under his control, especially when two of his long fingers part my folds. His thumb joins to run circles around my swollen clit, purposely avoiding it to torture me.
“Tell m-me,” I probe, desperately needing to come.
“Get on birth control. This is the last time I’m going to remind you.”
“Sorry if it slipped my mind while I’m being stalked by two unhinged madmen and watching innocent people get killed around me,” I snap without a second thought, pissed at his high-handedness and lack of empathy.
His hand pauses. I almost shout in frustration. Amusement flickers on his face at my misery, highlighting his deviousness. “I’m your first and only priority now, Miss Nessa. Keep me pleased and I’ll handle the rest.”
