Page 245 of The Invite
CHAPTER – 62
Nessa
Ace bucks his hips, trying to dislodge me when I don’t answer.
Pushing him down with a palm on his right pec, I press the blade harder as he breathes roughly below me. I run the blade down the slope of his throat. He stops breathing as his entire body goes still as a statue.
It’s worth noting how something as small as a knife can bring a powerfully built man to heel like a dog listening to its master.
You aren’t supposed to enjoy this, Nessa.
No! I’m doing this for Ace’s benefit. Even though he has no clue.
The more scared he is, the better it is for me and him. Augustus was stupid to think Ace would be anything but terrifiedafter waking up to a stranger straddling him in the middle of the night. His reaction would be the same even if he knew who I was.
Skimming the knife to his chest, I lightly scratch it in the middle, making him suck in a sharp breath. Circling his nipple, I press down on it with the cold blade until he hisses. A vein pops out on his forehead.
Without his specs, he’s even more gorgeous and his blue eyes are more intense.
They narrow when I shift down his body, trailing the knife lower. But I ignore him and meet Augustus’s eyes watching me possessively. The moment of truth is about to be revealed and I don’t want to miss his reaction when he realizes he lost.
“What are you doing?” yells Ace. “What is it you want? Damn it.”
My ass brushes against Ace’s clenched abs. Seconds tick by in slow motion.
One.
I keep crawling backward.
Two.
A hint of a victorious smile forming on my lips.
Three.
I feel it.
No. My smile withers as I feel Ace is hard beneath me. How is it possible? I’ve done nothing but terrorize him. A lump forms in my throat as I blink at Augustus. A storm brewing in those dark irises.
I want to yell it doesn’t mean anything, but the fear of giving our identities away keeps my mouth shut. The panic bubbling deep in my chest like lava.
Ace’s cock jerks when I accidentally nick him in the stomach. The confidence I was feeling turns to smoke and I scramble off his lap, falling on my side on the bed.
A low and throaty chuckle rings out in the awful silence.
I almost break my neck from how fast I snap it toward Ace.
He is looking up at Augustus. “Fuck! Grayson. You’ve corrupted our little runaway well.” Tilting his head my way, he winks. “Almost well.”
Little runaway?
Little runaway!!
How does he know that name? Only two people do!
This… I… No, this cannot be right. It was Maverick in the woods. Not Ace. I heard Augustus call him Mav.
What is happening?
