Page 157 of The Invite
He chuckles. “Then they’ll finally know what a liar you are.”
“I’m not a liar,” I angrily retort.
“You’re sitting on your student’s dick with a knife against his throat and riding him like a horny slut. One look at us and they’ll believe I was telling the truth all along. That you coerced me into becoming your boy toy.”
A red haze darkens my vision.
He’s just manipulating me, I tell myself. It’s what he does best to get his way.
“Shut up.”
“Innocent-looking teacher abusing her power to sleep with her student. It’s what everyone will say.”
“Don’t say anything more.” My grip tightens around the knife’s handle.
He fucks me deeper, almost violently, punctuating each word with a thrust. “Nobody will know you’remylittle whore behind closed doors.”
“Stop!” I shout, making a light cut right below the base of his neck.
A warning.
He makes a hissing noise, raw and guttural.
His cock jerks inside me, stabbing my cervix as he drives to the hilt. His fingertips carve grooves in my hips as he grounds the base of his girth against my clit.
A triumphant and manic grin forms on his mouth. “Told you you’d do it.”
“I hate you!” I make a deeper cut over his pec, mesmerized by the red droplets trickling down to his flat nipple. letting his blood spill. No longer recognizing myself.
“Fuck yes! My violent little thing.”
Gathering the blood on the tip of the blade, I paint it on his lips. His nostrils flare, looking more dangerous than ever.
Deviant.
Bloodthirsty.
A true predator ravaging his prey.
The sight of him, bloody and slashed with his muscles rippling, drives me crazy with lust. Throwing the knife aside and ignoring the clatter as it hits the floor, I brace my hands behind him on the couch.
His hungry mouth latches onto my nipple as I ride his cock. The wet slapping noises egg me on. I’m hovering on the edge of a powerful wave. Only he can pull me over the shore. “Make me come, August,” I rasp.
My breast is stained red when he lets it go with a pop.
One minute, I’m admiring the color.
The next, I’m thrown on my back with Augustus’s sinewy torso covering my front, pressing me deeper into the cushions. Wrenching my arms over my head, he grabs the back of my knee and wraps it over his clenched ass.
“You wanna come, dirty slut?” he growls, hair falling over his eyes.
I push them back so I can gaze into his black pupils. “Yes. Please.”
“Wrap both your thighs around me.” As soon as I do, he wraps both his hands around my throat. I swallow, sensing his thumbs pressing on the sides and tilting my head back. His cock slips out to the tip and he pauses. “No matter what I do, you don’t move.”
“Ahh!!” I shout when he slams inside my pussy so hard that I swear I feel him in my throat, right along with seeing stars.
He does it again without giving me time to take a breath.
