Page 202 of The Invite
Can I let go completely?
Let a bunch of strangers see me naked and writhing in pleasure?
Can I handle it?
My body screams yes while my mind calls me reckless for even considering it.
Capturing my chin, Augustus brings his savage face into my focus. “I’m forced to keep us a secret everywhere else, but I won’t hide you in here. We do everything together. That’s the new and only rule.”
His pupils shine with pure heat and adoration. An urgency to devour me.Worshipme.
Deep down, I crave to immerse in his life completely.
My mind and body forgotten, it’s my heart that wins the war and seals my decision. Stretching up on my toes, I crush my mouth against his and kiss him. Pulling back, I whisper, “Show me your world, August.”
“Kneel,” comes his rough command.
I fall to my knees and peer up at him like he’s my go—
No, not god.
My devil.
As I watch him conceal his sinful face underneath the ski mask, he’s no longer my Augustus. He’s the sinister-eyed monster who has dragged me into his lair.
A steady pulse begins to drum in my ears as he turns around and walks across the room. Dragging the tall chair to the space between the two ring lights attached to separate tripods, he sets it there.
The next second, the entire room plunges into darkness.
My heart drops to my stomach.
“August,” I whimper.
“Shhh…” he murmurs soothingly, just as bright light illuminates the room.
I breathe in relief, recognizing the circular ring light. The calmness lasts for a second until I catch Augustus’s large and ripped frame sitting on the chair. All savage and imposing with his legs spread, facing and staring right at me.
God! Those pitch-black eyes.
I truly feel like a prey captured by a hunter.
On pins and needles, I eagerly wait for his command. Instead, I’m awarded a front-row seat to a thirst trap. I had no idea he had started recording.
Because you were too busy ogling him.
My lusty gaze tracks the confident movement of his hand running over his chest, deliberate but disguised as casual. I finally understand what women mean by arm porn. The way he has his flexed, it’s mouthwateringly sexy. The tattoos swirling on them making them downright lethal.
I squirm on the floor as it slowly shifts down his steel abs. The closer it inches to the dark trail of hair leading to the intimidating bulge in his sweats, the hotter I burn.
My tongue aches to lick the same path.
How long will he make me wait? This is both heaven and hell.
Every inch of me aches and is a ball of desire, waiting to be unleashed. I beg him with my eyes and I almost cry when he crooks a finger at me.
I move to stand. One word from him stops me short.
“Crawl.”
