Page 156 of The Invite
“I’ve been wanting to fuck you like this ever since I saw you standing in the classroom, looking like you’d seen a ghost. Do you know why you instantly knew it was me behind the mask?”
“Why?”
“Because you’re supposed to be mine.”Thrust.“Meant to be corrupted by me.”Thrust. “Your soul calls to my dark one.”Thrust.
His rhythm goes unrestrained, teeth bared like a predatory animal, pistoning into me repeatedly. The smacking noise of our hips bounces off the walls, mixing with our heavy groans.
“Touch your tits.”
“No.”
He growls, “Ness—”
I press the flat side of the blade against his lips, cutting him off. “My show, remember?”
His gaze narrows into slits, savage and scathing. It unnerves me, but doesn’t scare me like it used to all the other times. Trailing the knife lower, I twist my wrist until it lies horizontally right below his chin.
The power exchange threatens to make me come.
Curling my fingers against the couch to use as leverage, I raise my hips till he’s buried to the tip before thrusting down. His fingers flex on my ass but don’t move to take over, and I start to ride him.
Slow and deep.
I roll and grind and let him fill my pussy to the hilt.
Every time I sense his restraint close to snapping, I dig the knife deeper against his throat in warning. “How does it feel to be at my mercy, August?”
“How does it feel to believe the illusion you have any control?” he counters, carelessly pushing against the blade.
One wrong move and I’ll cut him.
Do it.
The demented voice trickles into my psyche. I try ignoring it and fuck him faster. But it only gets louder as the pleasure from having him deep inside me turns me mindless.
Prove him wrong.
Show him who’s in charge.
“Fuck… the way you clench around my dick, it’s killing me.” His eyelashes flutter, watching my breasts bounce. He thrusts upward every time I drive down. Locking his arms around my waist, he slams into me in rapid strokes. “I can see the need in your eyes, Nessa. You want to mark me. Stop fighting it.”
As if the voice inside my head isn’t enough, I’m being tempted by the devil-tongued man underneath me.
Circling my throat without any regard I’m holding a sharp object to his own, he leans closer and urges in a low rasping voice, “Give in.”
I shake my head, yet I press the blunt edge against his pulse. My hips speed up as I use his beastly cock for my pleasure, distracting myself from his deranged demand. I only feel a twinge of pain every time he pushes inside.
Below me, he smirks. “I won’t stop fucking you until you do it.”
A cry leaves my lips when his finger grazes my clit and stimulates it perfectly.
“Squeeze me harder, Nessa,” he barks, flicking my nub roughly. A harsh pinch makes me squeal and I brace my free hand on his shoulder.
“August!” I moan, losing any semblance of sense.
Holding me still by the ass, he ruthlessly fucks me, pounding into me punishingly. Glancing up at me, he declares, “When I’m back at school, I’m going to bend you over the desk in the classroom and fuck you, using your cunt like my cocksleeve. You’ll be a good girl, lie there, and take it until I finish. If you’re quiet, I might let you come.”
“You’ll get us caught.”
