Page 242 of The Invite
His deep voice travels down my spine in an electric caress. A soft breeze teases my stocking-covered legs underneath the short and flowy leather skirt I’m wearing. I paired it with a matching leather corset top that gives me extra cleavage.
Augustus picked my outfit for the surprise place he’d brought me to.
The high-heeled boots—a surprise from Augustus—click-clack as we climb the stairs. My ponytail swishes at the back of my head, which Augustus couldn’t resist tugging when he kissed me before leaving my place.
It doesn’t escape my notice that I’m dressed similarly to the night he captured me in the woods. Just a bit more on the revealing side, making me feel sexy like a seductress. A whip is all I’m missing from becoming a dominatrix.
I shiver remembering the primal look he gave after roaming those dark eyes down my body. His restraint is commendable because he looked ready to take me right then and there. I almost begged him despite the powerful orgasm he gave me.
Our bedroom talk from hours ago wreaks havoc on my mind.
Judging by the clothes he chose, I was certain he was fulfilling one of my fantasies. But when he led me inside a building, I was at a loss.
I’m jittery with suspense, craving answers about our location.
What is he going to make me do?
He loves playing mind games, especially of the sexual variety.
You love it too.
“We’re reaching the landing,” he informs me. “Last step.”
We stop, I’m guessing outside a door. Yet he doesn’t remove the blindfold. A few minutes pass before my ears perk up at the low creaking noise of a door opening. A nudge on my ass indicates me to move.
I take a step inside and I’m halted again with a hand around my elbow.
Gut instinct tells me to be quiet.
The door shutting behind me makes me jump. It wasn’t that loud but all my other senses are heightened. An awareness creeping into them.
A solid and warm chest presses against my back, sending my heart catapulting. Fingers brush against the knot of theblindfold as Augustus unties it. When it falls away, I blink back the fog. It takes my eyes a second to adjust to my surroundings.
I almost wish it hadn’t.
As I stumble back, my stomach sinks when I recognize the apartment and the familiar living room we’re standing in.
Ace’s.
My throat goes dry that Augustus would break in here. Seriously, what is it with him breaking into his teachers’ homes?
“August!” I hiss in a panic, ready to bolt out of here before we get caught.
“Shh…” His palm covers my mouth, shutting me up. Running his nose up my cheek, he warns in my ear, “Can’t let Mr. Melrose hear us, little prey.”
I nervously flick my gaze around the dark room as Augustus rounds to stand in front of me. His broad torso wrapped in a black fitted tee fills my sight. The full sleeves concealing every inch of his inked skin combined with his dark jeans make him perfectly blend into the shadows.
A predator you won’t notice until it’s too late.
Something glittery winks at me, dangling from Augustus’s hand. Before I can ask what it is, he lifts it to my face. I make out the shape of a butterfly mask with long bunny ears on a thick band at the top. I’m stunned by its beauty.
Augustus uses my momentary distraction to slide it on me, covering the upper half of my face. My questioning gaze slides to his face, the scary-looking silvery skull mask sitting atop his head. With a wink, he brings it down, hiding every square inch of his chiseled features.
“We need to leave, Augustus,” I whisper strictly. I’m never letting this man blindfold me again. “This is wrong. For hell’s sake, it’s a crime.”
I’ve had enough encounters with the police to last a lifetime.
I don’t know what Augustus’s intentions are by bringing us here but it cannot be remotely sane. I know his mind. He’s plotting something diabolical inside it. When that happens, I end up doing something equally unhinged. I become powerless against his brand of dark magic.
