Page 101 of The Invite
“I take that as a yes.”
It pisses her off, amusing me. “I didn’t miss you.”
“Miss Nessa, you came on my hand just minutes ago. At least tell convincing lies that stand a chance. Though I believe lying is a sin.”
“The only liar is you. Why don’t you stay gone?” Her lips purse and she sighs. “I was finally moving on. Why did you have to ruin it all?”
Her complaint brings a haze of possessiveness over me.
“There’s no moving on when I didn’t let you go.” Flipping her onto her back, I shove her arms over her head and lean into her shell-shocked face. “And I never will. Every time you feel safe, I will remind you that I own you. Every time you believe I’m gone, I’ll come back to haunt you. Every time you ease into your boring little life, I’ll shatter your glass house and make it your cage. If you touch another man, I’ll kill him. If you marry someone, I’ll bury them alive. God forbid you have a kid, I’ll raise them as mine after I kill their sperm donor. You’llneverbe free of me, Nessa Davenport. I’ll be your shadow. I’ll be the sickness that runs in your veins. A curse hexed into your soul.”
Her throat swallows as she absorbs my words and a tear slides down her cheek. I squash the longing that was burning like a fire within her. This isn’t a fairy tale where the stalker falls in love with his obsession.
This is a nightmare.
A sordid tale of possession.
“Accept your fate, little prey,” I darkly say.
Shaking her head, she tries to kick me off her since her hands are trapped. “No. Get away, you monster!”
I chuckle and push my weight down, dodging her aimless kicking. Bending, I brush my mouth over her heaving titsthrough the mask. If the camera wasn’t playing, I would take it off so I could devour her properly.
Even though I know deep down the anonymity turns her on.
It’s why she couldn’t resist rubbing her pussy on the couch.
Whether she admits itor not, she’s obsessed with masked men just like everyone.
“Don’t touch me!” she yells at the friction on her nipples from the mask’s fabric. “I hate you.”
Reaching down, I run my palm up the outside of her thigh and yank at the elastic of her panties. Lifting slightly, I pull them down her legs. She huffs as I yank them off her ankles. Rather than throwing them away, I stuff the drenched silk into her mouth, effectively gagging her.
Glaring, she tries to spit it out.
I shake my head in warning. “Don’t test me, Miss Nessa. You’re already in for one hell of a night. Don’t make it worse.”
When she obeys, I caress her face briefly, making her melt at the tenderness.
Has no one ever shown her affection?
Her past on paper paints another story, while her behavior and reactions are a complete mystery.
A low moan escapes her, drawing my attention back to her current predicament, and I forget the rest. Through ahooded gaze, she watches me inanticipation.
“Can you taste your arousal, filthy whore? See, your body tells me how much it missed me. You were soaked in your sleep,” I taunt, and spread her legs. Thrusting my aching length against her bare cunt, I rasp, “Feel how hard you made my cock. Every single hard inch is for you. Want me to fuck you?”
Garbled and unintelligible words fall from her lips, drool dripping from the corner and running down her chin.
“Maybe I should decide since you can’t talk, hmm.”
She twists her arms to be freed, but I hold them captive. Cupping the back of her knee, I push it open to the side and grind my dick against her clit. Her soft pants and my rough breathing fill the space as I dry hump her harshly.
Her wetness drenches my jeans. The friction makes her buck wildly.
“You have no idea how insane you drive me, Nessa. The way I want to claim you depravedly. It’s all I could think about while I watched you. I saw how you fingered your cunt on the couch.” Her messy face flushes red. “It was because of my video, wasn’t it? Does it make you hot watching me ride my bike? Or is it the knowledge that you’re the only one who knows the face beneath the mask? I bet it’s both.”
Fondling her tits, I pinch her nipples one by one and roll my hips.
