Page 247 of The Invite
“They?” I stammer.
“It wouldn’t be the same if Maverick wasn’t here, would it?”
A tall and bulky figure in all black appears in the doorway, drawing my attention. When it comes out of the shadow, I’m struck speechless at the sight of Maverick. He’s wearing the same skull mask as Augustus. Except his is red.
My heart jackhammers at the wickedness swirling in the room as he approaches the end of the bed. I shiver under his hot gaze as it drags up my stocking-covered legs to my masked face. The anonymity among all of us makes the scene ten times more forbidden.
“But you just told me it was Ace.” There was no third person except when the girl showed up.
“Who do you think was recording the scene, Nessa?” says Maverick smugly.
Looking over my shoulder at Augustus, I whisper, “If I say no to all of this?”
“Are you?” His fingers drift up my thigh, taking my skirt with it.
“Answer us,” coaxes Ace with a grip on my jaw when I take too long. “Are you going to run again?”
He throws it like a taunt.
It’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience. One I’m very tempted to jump into. But I have a condition. “This will be a one-time thing.”
I’m thrown onto my back, my arms shoved over my head as Augustus glares down at me. “This isn’t an invitation for them or anyone else to fuck you whenever they want. You’re not a toy I’m passing around. You’re sure as hell not feeling any other cock besides mine inside you. Tonight isn’t about sharing. It’s all about your desires. It’ll only ever be about you.”
The last part is whispered with so much reverence and devotion, I fall for him all over again.
Caressing my cheek with the back of his knuckle, he hands the power to me. “If you don’t want this, say the safe word.”
I wasn’t completely honest with him. I’ve always wondered what it’d be like being worshipped by more than one man. Just once. But I let myself forget it because I knew how possessive Augustus is. God knows it’s the same for me.
I’m not ashamed to be a hypocrite because if the roles were reversed, I won’t let another woman touch him. So, I ask him, “Will you ever want the same?”
“And what is that?”
“Invite another woman into our bed?”
“Have I ever given you a reason to think that?”
“No.”
“There’s your answer,” he murmurs. “To me, desire, lust, dreams, and fantasy mean the same.You. My entire world revolves around you, Nessa.”
I smile, all my fears melting away.
“Now tell me, are you safe wording?”
I shake my head.
His eyes warm before darkening with carnality. Switching our positions, he sits against the headboard with me on his lap.Spreading my thighs apart for the two men, he commands in my ear, “Show them what belongs to me.”
Maverick stays standing at the foot of the bed while Ace enters my line of sight just as I reach for the string holding my corset together. My nipples are hard and aching beneath the soft leather.
As I tug the string through the loops, the top comes undone until my breasts spill for everyone to see.
A collective appreciative groan rings out in the lust-drunken room.
“Fuck!” curses Maverick when Augustus tears the piece of fabric off me. The roughness making my breasts bounce crudely.
“You seriously can’t keep those tits off-limits to us, Grayson,” says Ace thickly.
