Page 30 of The Invite
“You know what, do whatever you want,” she says after exiting the kitchen and standing with her hand on the banister at the bottom step. “I’m done with your games and I’m going back to my room.”
With that, she disappears upstairs.
That’s disappointing. I didn’t think it’d be that easy to break her.
Or is it a trap?
Shutting off the light in the kitchen, I climb up to the first floor. The door to her bedroom is ajar, the glow from the room spilling into the hall. Just as I’m about to reach it, something hard knocks over to the floor behind me.
I turn around in time to catch her sprinting toward the staircase.
Nowthat, I didn’t see coming.
I smirk as I chase after her.
Stupidly, she looks back over her shoulder and screams at my masked face and all-black attire as I eat the space between us with long steps. Her speed doubles, taking two steps at a time, and she almost trips as she reaches the landing.
Clad in only her robe, she dashes for the front door, trying to escape. Despite running at full speed, I’m faster than her. Shehas barely wrapped her fist around the knob before I’m yanking her back against my chest with my arm around her tiny waist.
She kicks, punches, and struggles in my arms like a banshee. Doing everything in her arsenal of defense tricks.
It’s fruitless.
My dick hardens at the aggression in her lithe body. The same electric rush coursing through my veins as it did in the woods.
It’s hedonistic, delightful, and addictive.
“I won’t let you get away with this,” she threatens, huffing and puffing.
Putting her down, facing me, I wedge my right shoulder against her stomach and hike her over my shoulder. Her fists pummel my back, scratching my neck with her nails like a feral cat.
Except she forgets she’s only protected by thin material, underneath which she’s completely and gorgeously naked. One wrong move and it’ll come undone. The last thing she wants is to be more vulnerable than she already is.
To remind her, I lift the hem and dip my finger between her ass cheeks. She stills instantly when I rub my finger against her crack. A stunned gasp leaves her mouth and she squirms when I repeat the teasing motion.
“S-stop!” she stammers.
I do, keeping my palm on her ass as I ascend the flight of stairs. My unspoken warning is received by her and she doesn’t hit me all the way to her bedroom. Once inside, I kick it shut behind me and throw her on the bed, which takes up most of the space in her tiny room.
She scrambles backward toward the headboard.
Her robe gapes open, revealing a tempting view of her cleavage, and rides up her thighs. Hair still wet from her showerframes her fearful face in a tangled mess. I’m riveted by her dark cherry-red lips as she bites them nervously.
She assesses me under her long lashes and brings a pillow to her front as a shield.
I tilt my head tauntingly.
Her arms tighten around it.
“Leave and I won’t call the cops,” she says, like we’re negotiating.
I know it’s nothing but a bluff. Because when we were in the principal’s office, it was apparent she didn’t want to involve the police. I don’t know the reason, but I will eventually get her to spill.
When I don’t acknowledge her threat, she squirms.
I smile behind my mask.
My silence is already unnerving her.
