Page 76 of The Invite
CHAPTER – 19
Nessa
After repositioning my hand against his neck, he squeezes it in a silent command not to drop it.
“Open your legs,” comes his lustful command.
I submit to his depraved urges and obey by spreading my thighs.
The sooner I let him finish, the sooner it’ll be over.
He’s also crazy if he thinks I’m going to cut him when I get scared.
I place my other hand around his shoulder, needing to touch him. My gaze flickers to the snake’s head, looking menacing and alive as his bicep flexes.
“Keep your eyes on mine,” Augustus murmurs, drawing my attention to his dark irises. “I can’t have you slipping away again.”
My nipple throbs from his harsh sucking. The sting blends into the background when he skates his hand higher up my inner leg, closing in on my wet center. I pant in anticipation, waiting for the blade to press against my core.
Instead, it’s the hard and curved wooden handle that reaches my slit.
Mywetslit.
How am I still aroused?
Augustus intently and without blinking watches the play of emotions dance across my face. He must see a terrified little girl like in those horror movies who knows better than to tempt a devil, yet she still enters his lair and lets him haunt her.
Except my devil is flesh and bones.
Impossible to escape.
Daring me to turn my fears into my slaves.
Ever so teasingly, Augustus traces the object over my folds. My thighs automatically try to close to stop his movements. But his hand resting beside my head snakes forward and fists my hair punishingly.
He glares, and reminds me, “Fucking keep your legs spread, Nessa.”
With a shiver, I quickly do as he says. I become confused when I also want to apologize for disobeying him.
What has he turned me into? I don’t recognize myself.
How have I become the girl who allows her stalker to order her around, permits to fuck her with a knife, let alone hates disappointing him.
My sinister monster has etched himself deeper in my bones than I thought.
His mouth inches closer and stops to hover right over mine. Just a tilt of my chin and I could press my lips against his.
What would it feel like to kiss him?
Is he a sensual kisser or an aggressive kisser?
Or a combination of both?
The fantasy flits away when he tightens his hand in my hair and parts my pussy with the foreign object. I don’t need to see to know my wetness is lubing up the handle.
Augustus is careful in his ministrations.
His touch is soft and teasing and enticing.
