Page 31 of The Invite
“Well, say something,” she spits out angrily. Fire replaces the helplessness in her amber eyes, sharpening them brighter, and she cries out, “Augustus!”
My name on her lips freezes us both.
She blinks rapidly, regretting and itching to take it back.
It’s too late.
In a flash, I’m on her and yanking her ankle until she’s flat on her back. “No!”
Never.
CHAPTER – 10
Augustus
She slaps my hands away as I wrench her robe open in the middle, but I’m a man on a mission. The tie keeping it together gives way, revealing ivory skin that makes my mouth water, and my fingers twitch to paint them as in my vision.
“Get off of me!” she screams.
Capturing her flying fists, I shove her wrists over her head and hold them down with one hand. Straddling her, I push my weight down to trap her spread thighs until she’s at my mercy.
She bucks her hips, but I’m a beast she can’t budge, much less battle.
I ignore her useless threats turning into pleading as I push aside the material and reveal her bouncy little tits. Her nipples are the lightest shade of pink and small like beads. They harden and shake from her rough breaths.
Tilting my head, I gaze at her embarrassed face—even though she has no reason for it—and brush the pad of my thumb over her right nipple.
She twists her lips to stifle the moan she wants to let loose.
I repeat the motion again and again and again. I keep my touch light and teasing before slowly applying more pressure. Stroking longer and rougher and harder until she can no longer hide the sounds I want to hear.
“Mhmm,” she gasps, eyelids squinting like it’s a task to keep them open.
I bask in her humiliation and weakness.
She wants to hate my touch as much as she hates my guts but is rendered defenseless by her own body.
I trace my hand to her other nipple and circle my thumb around it until the tip hardens more. I don’t caress her where she desperately wants, content on learning the shape of her juicy breast.
She’s so goddamn lost in the sensation that she doesn’t realize she’s arching her back, chasing my finger. I take pity on her—a lie because I need to touch her just as badly—and push my thumb down on her poor nipple.
“Ahmm!” She sighs long and loud.
I was right. She’s a strange contradiction.
An anomaly I want to unravel.
It wasn’t a figment of my imagination that she gets off on being powerless with her well-being stolen. Being dominated without a say.
My little prey is horny for a monster’s touch.
Craves darker games she’s ashamed to admit out loud.
I capture the nipple I’m toying with between my thumb and forefinger, and tug until the pink skin around her areola turns white. Nessa twists to the side, letting loose a sharp cry.
Fucking melody to my ears.
Letting it go, I cup her entire breast and squeeze. Her flesh is so goddamn soft, I want to bite it until I draw blood. Mark her as mine permanently. So even when I move on and forget about her, she’ll remember me for an eternity.
