Page 73 of The Invite
“I’m not doing anything.”
“Exactly.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t leave until I’ve made you come,” he teases. He leans to brush his lips up to my ear, and confess, “Although, I came tonight to punish you for breaking my rule.”
“What rule?” I mumble distractedly. I’m far too focused on his fingers now inching up the outside of my left thigh.
“The rule of staying away from Ace.”
My jaw drops in shock at him finding that out. “How do you know?”
“Whether or not I’m with you, my eyes arealwayson you.”
I don’t bother lying, and straight-up beg, “Don’t hurt him. He’s just giving me alift to work until my car arrives.”
“Did he kiss you goodbye before dropping you off?” Augustus probes while skimming his mouth against the crook of my neck. “Or when he picked you up?”
“No. We’re just—” My breath hitches when he lightly bites my collarbone. “—friends.”
“He better not have touched you either, Nessa.”
“He didn’t.” My answer comes out as a gasp because his head dips to my chest and he seals his lips around my nipple.
Swirling it around with his slippery tongue, he sucks it deep and hard. He keeps nibbling and lapping until I’m sure he’ll leave a bruise and an ache behind.
His weight pins me down until I can’t even arch my back.
Biting the tip down with his teeth, he suddenly lets it go with a pop and stares down at me. Then issues his order, “Cancel his lifts from tomorrow.”
His expression screamsDon’t you dare argue. So, I don’t. “Okay. I will.”
My legs drop from around his waist when he sits up to a kneeling position. His electric eyes roam down my heaving breasts with one nipple wet and red, to my flat tummy before darkening when they lock on my pussy.
I’m still slick and swollen with need.
“Did you like it when I feasted on your cunt yesterday, teach?” he asks without lifting his gaze from my wet center,licking his bottom lip. “I could still taste your cream when I woke up. It’s all I could think about the whole day.”
Just like I felt the ghost of his talented tongue in every step I took.
The admission lies on the tip of my mouth but doesn’t come out.
Augustus glances up, a telltale smirk on his face, and he reads the answer on my blushing cheeks.
“Do you remember what I started downstairs before you panicked?” he questions, caressing my upper thighs with his palms.
The knife pressed against my core while I was bent over.
He can’t possibly think to use it again, can he? I shiver and try scooching up the bed, away from him.
Shaking his head, he wrenches me back down.
“You can’t, Augustus.”
He bends over me in a flash and grips my jaw. “What have I told you about me time and time again, little prey?”
I bite my lip, refusing to answer.
He squeezes my jaw, demanding one.
