Page 69 of The Invite
I keep going higher and jolt at the sharp pinprick of pain against my jaw.
He poked me with the blade!
Yet all I do is tighten my other hand curled around his wrist at my nape, trying to ease the pressure. Yanking me flush against his chest using the palm on my stomach, something soft touches my ear.
I instantly recognize it as his mask.
Daringly, I tilt my head farther to see his face concealed behind a black ski mask. The cutouts reveal his dark gaze quite intensely while his mouth is of a white skull with rotten teeth painted on the outside.
It’s jarring and spine-chilling.
He must feel my pulse pounding in my neck.
“Want to feel me, little prey?” he whispers, but silence heightens the notes. Brushing his veiled lips over mine, he says, “Want to explore my body like I’ve done yours? Are you disappointed by the mask? Are you craving my mouth on your little pink pussy again?”
His vulgar words draw a wild shudder from my body. My nipples tighten behind my bra. While the scent of my arousal permeates the air.
“No.” I sound weak even to my own ears.
“Stop lying to us both.”
I twist my neck, refusing to admitit.
“One of these days, I will have you admit the truth that you love our games, Nessa.” He throws my words back at mewith a smirk in his low tone. “Until then, I’ll gladly be the evil monster haunting you when we both know you have the same sickness inside you.”
“Never.”
Instead of replying, he removes the knife from its precarious position but my relief is short-lived. In the next breath, he hooks it in the neckline of my camisole and stretches the thin material.
“Why do you even bother with clothes?” he drawls huskily. “You know I like you naked and vulnerable.”
His intention dawns on me and my defiance turns into smoke.
I lift my hand, intending to stop him.
“Lower your hands,” he sharply orders. “Unless you want to get cut.” Bending, he darkly mentions, “Know this, the sight of your blood will only turn me on.”
Freezing in my struggle, I shut my eyelids and hear the smooth slicing of my top being torn into two. It parts, revealing my bra and he cuts that into two next.
I pant roughly, biting my lip to stop from screaming.
I’m utterly defeated.
There isnoescaping him.
Augustus is always two steps ahead of me. I never see him coming.
When my breasts pop free, he exhales roughly. Like the sight of them is too much for him. From his height, he can easily see my pointed nipples.
“Fuck! You have such pretty tits,” he praises. “I can’t wait to have my mouth on them and mark you with my teeth.”
They harden more at his carnal threat.
Toying with one tip by circling the knife around it, he harshly pushes my shorts down my legs. When they puddle atmy feet, he slides them aside with his boot. I wait for him to slice my panties next.
He does something worse.
His large palm cups me and rubs his middle finger against the damp spot. I’m horrified that I’m wet. I’ve never been turned on by violence and being captured. So why now? Why is he flipping my brain chemistry?
