Page 151 of The Invite
“Right now, I’m very displeased, Mr. Grayson.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Very much.” Arching a brow, I huff, “So if you’d just hurry along stating the rest of your terms and finish making me come. It’s the only thing I like about you so far.”
“Why do you hide your fire?” he counters, still keeping me on edge with his hand motionless on my slit.
My confidence wavers at his question, stomach knotting with nerves. Not even a minute on his lap and I’m forgetting to keep up my walls. I open my mouth to form an excuse but he senses it and his gaze narrows into slits, rendering me mute.
“You’re not meek and docile,” he states confidently. “Fool the world but stop acting around me. I like you feisty, not a shell of a broken person.”
“I’m not feisty,” I mutter without any conviction. It was beaten out of me in the worst way imaginable.
“And I’m not one to stalk a woman.”
“Is that all?” I refuse to acknowledge his observation about my hidden nature. “Any more terms? Which you’ve already declared I have no choice but to accept.”
Shit. I can’t seem to stop running my mouth.
Did he put something in the food?
He’s already proven he has zero qualms about drugging me.
My breath hitches when a full-blown smile takes over his face, making his beauty lethally handsome. I gulp when he uses his grip to grind my pussy over his length tenting below his zipper. “The more you sass me, the harder my cock gets. Try to be anything but you, and I’ll nail you harder than I already intend to, little prey. You won’t just feel me between your legs but in your throat too.”
“Okay… I won’t hide,” I cry out, tightening my fingers in his messy strands.
A long sigh leaves my mouth when he finally resumes his stroking against my core. The contact on my poor and needy clit is nothing short of bliss. His thumbnail flicks the hood while two fingers tease my opening before shoving home.
One of my hands slips from his knee, but he’s there to catch me.
“My last two terms. After this, I fuck you whenever and however I wish. Be it in school, in a crowd, on the side of the road, or in the bedroom. Whether it’s three in the morning or in the evening, your holes are mine to use and fuck.” His fingers wreaking havoc in my pussy makes it incredibly difficult to focus and hear over the keening noises I’m making, but I manage and mumble a hasty yes. “When we’re alone in the house, I want you naked unless I allow otherwise. Even then, it’ll be my clothes. No bra or panties. All your holes will be available to me.”
“All the time?” I whimper. “That’s impractical.”
“Not for me.”
Smart-ass. “You’re crazy.”
“Certifiably. Your bad luck that you caught my eye.”
I lose my comeback when his fingers hook perfectly against my G-spot and stab it repeatedly until every inch of me is sweaty and drowning in ecstasy. A pinch to my clit and I blast into the flames of my climax.
“August!!” I scream his name, clutching his shoulders. “Ahh!”
“That’s it. Break apart for me, honey.”
“Mmmm.”
An oomph slips when I’m turned around and laid flat on the couch. I blink my eyes open to find my legs in the air as Augustus jerks my shorts and panties off.
“Play with your cunt,” he orders when his feral face comes into view.
I touch my sex, sticky with my cum, just as he whips off his shirt by reaching over his shoulder. My mouth waters when his beautiful tattoos fill my sight. The snake is enchanting and lures me to lick and kiss it.
My breath gets stuck in my throat when I catch the faded white lines on his left pec, where I slashed him the last time. It taunts me that I harbor a darker side myself.
“Push two fingers in to prepare for my cock, Nessa.”
