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“Harder,” I beg, humping it aimlessly.
His pace doesn’t change, but he orders, “Lift the shirt and show me how much you’re enjoying it rubbing against your cunt, teach.”
Past the point of being shy, I drag the shirt upward and bunch it around my waist. His gaze locks on my pussy splayedopen by the mask. His control wavers, and he grinds it roughly, earning a loud moan from me. “Yes!”
“Ride it.” Running his tongue over his teeth, he thickly says, “Don’t stop until you come all over it.”
He stares between my thighs as I meet each thrust of his wrist. I scream when he removes it, only to bring it down on a smack against my swollen nerves. Bending down, he licks the tear of my pain and hums in the back of his throat.
“You’re such a hot little thing to corrupt.”
I bite my lip, so close to bursting.
“Nah, honey. Let me hear those sounds,” he taunts, alternating between spanking and fucking me with the mask. “I live for them.”
“August…” I moan.
“Come for me.”
Devil help me, I do.
“Ahhh… August!” Stars dance behind my vision as hours of pent-up need and arousal consume every inch of my body. Yet I’m far from satisfied. I blink my eyes open to clash with the ones mirroring my own hunger.
“I’m going to make you a part of my world, Nessa.” Hauling me against his chest by the back of my neck, he bends to rasp in my ear, “The devil and his loyal little demon ruling it together.”
CHAPTER – 51
Nessa
“Do you want to know why I love wearing a mask?” Augustus drawls against the shell of my ear as we stand in the middle of the room with him behind me.
“The freedom to be whoever you want?” I whisper, my eyes threatening to close from the sensual glide of his knuckles down my arm.
“No.” A bite to my lobe before he answers darkly, “The power. Most people are scared of the unknown and to avoid being afraid, they’re willing to do anything. The very first thing they ditch are their morals and you just know, you have them at your mercy.”
Curiosity has me asking, “What’s it like?”
Smiling, he brushes his lips along my neck, and rasps, “Just like the rush you felt when you controlled me under the knife. Holding the ultimate power over someone’s life or death.Only a million times more potent because they have no clue who you are. It’syourchoice to be their executioner or their messiah.”
Closing my eyes, I imagine what it must feel like. Who will I become? An executioner or a savior?
“Do you want that power, little prey?”
Is it wrong that I do?
“Want to dance on the wild side? I know you’re curious.” His tone is hypnotizing, loosening my senses like a drug. Raising my arms to wrap around his neck, his fingers roam to my arched chest, cupping and rolling my heavy breasts. “Do you want to be someone else for a night? I’ll teach you to let go, Ness.”
I want to experience the freedom he’s offering. The carnality of becoming a nobody and his plaything at once. I want my basest instincts to rule my body and mind. To blur the lines between right and wrong. I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.
Turning around in his embrace, I raise my gaze to his and let him drown me in his world of anonymity. “Teach me.”
A primal beast stares down at me with unbridled lust. His intentions—predatory and untamed. Squeezing my throat possessively and almost threateningly, he warns, “Think carefully. When I said I want you in my world, I meant it with no holds barred. You step inside, it’sallin.”
I shudder when the true meaning of his words pierces together into my brain.
He’s asking me to become a part of his online persona.
Adrenaline floods my bloodstream as my gaze flickers toward the cameras and the line of masks proudly displayed on the wall. Lust seizes my body hostage, a zap traveling from my hard nipples to my pussy, igniting a treacherous throb in my swollen clit.
