Page 18 of The Invite
Fear the size of a storm cripples my body. I would be on my knees if it wasn’t for his strong grip. I lurch back in a fickle attempt but get nowhere.
I see it in his sinister eyes that he wouldn’t have stopped last night and still, I ask in a whisper, “Still you didn’t stop?”
“The reality is always better than the fantasy.”
“You’re disgusting!” I accuse. “I was right for calling you all those names. You’re insane if you think I’m going to let you get away with this after your confession.”
“Does this mean we aren’t going to finish what we started last night?”
He jokes.
He actually fucking jokes!
My mouth opens and closes, and this time when I shove him backward, he steps back with a small smirk playing on his full lips. The top has a Cupid’s bow and is thinner than the bottom. And somehow it’s masculine and inviting.
Nevertheless, it doesn’t diminish the fact that he’s a monster.
A menace to society.
“Don’t look so appalled, Miss Nessa,” he says darkly. “Youweregoing to come on my hand. Had that girl not interrupted, you would’ve come on my dick too. Now that I’ve smelled your fear and tasted your sweet flavor…” My eyes circle wide, and he rasps. “Yes, I could smell and taste you on my fingers long after you were gone. It has awakened a craving for more, which is bad news for you because I won’t stop until I’ve satisfied it completely. Only then will I be done with you.”
My eyelids snap shut in fear when he leans over.
His scent washes over me but nothing but air touches me.
When I open my eyes, I see him straighten with his notebook fisted in his hand. I didn’t even realize when he placedit on my desk. Rooting me to the spot with a look full of sinful vows, he turns and walks out.
I pant, bending at the knees, and ponder for a way out of the crosshairs of a determined and cunning monster.
When I catch my breath, my vision clearing, I turn to collect my things, when I catch sight of the torn paper he left for me. With trembling fingers, I lift it and almost drop it after seeing the erotic, haunting, and stunning black-and-white sketch he drew.
It’s of me bound and tied to the tree, dressed in last night’s clothes.
My neck arched and eyes staring into the silhouette of a man shrouded in darkness.
His forehead touches mine while one of his hands is underneath my skirt. He’s skillfully captured every single emotion painted on my face. The palpable fear, helplessness, arousal, yearning, confusion, and…euphoria.
A part of me wants to crush and tear the piece of paper into shreds.
But it becomes physically impossible.
Instead, I ball it and stuff it into my purse. That’s when my fingers connect with something and when I yank it out, it’s nothing short of a light at the end of a dark tunnel.
CHAPTER – 6
Nessa
Destiny works in mysterious ways.
It has never been on my side, even if it felt like it was.
Today, fortunately, it is.
I’m still scared shitless. An emotion that’s taken perpetual residence in my heart, mind, and soul. Especially deepened more since the second I stepped foot in this town. While it has sunk its claws inside me, I’ve also learned to manage it and forge ahead.
The recording stops playing and my right foot seizes tapping on the hardwood floor.
Deadly silence descends.
