Page 55 of The Invite
The rough scrape of his teeth along my jaw, electrifying me.
My breasts squeezing together from his possessive grip, making my nipples harden from the friction. Yet it’s his silence that is unnerving me the most.
I sigh in the back of my throat when his mouth skates up my cheek and stops at my ear. His steady and warm breath teases me and he darkly hums. “Should I kill him, Miss Nessa?Maybe then it’ll sink in your pretty little head that you belong to me?”
“No, don’t hurt him.”
“Why? Do you have feelings for him?”
“He’s my friend.”
“You’ve only known him a day,” he mocks.
“Please,” I plead. “He didn’t do anything.”
“But you ignored me for him. I do not like that.”
“I’m-m sorry.”
Biting my earlobe, he skims his lips below it and over my cheek before gazing down at me with his glinting pupils. “I’m going to kiss you to replace his touch from your memory. Next time his mouth comes anywhere near you, I’ll deliver his carcass to you in a body bag at your doorstep.”
He doesn’t allow me to digest his morbid promise. I’m shoved forward, until my head dangles off the first step of the staircase.
“Augustus!” I squeal, frightened.
I grab the ledge on each side to stop myself from slipping. My heart hammering wildly in terror of falling down the stairs and damaging my head if he accidentally shoves me. I look forward when my thighs are wrenched apart and Augustus fits his broad shoulders between them.
Rough hands pin my thighs down, and he maniacally says, “Stay still or crawl backward and fall to your demise. Either way, I’m not stopping until I eat your cunt until your cum is dripping down my chin.”
CHAPTER – 15
Augustus
I am seething.
Nobody but me is allowed to touch her.
Nessa Davenport is my prey. My property. My little toy.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
I don’t care what false lies she tells herself. I’m going to shatter her silly little delusional bubble where she thinks there’s an escape or an end to her nightmare.
Her brow furrows, eyes unblinking and swimming in fear as they wait for what I’ll do next. I already told her what I came here for. Except this time I don’t want to make her come on my hand, I want her coming undone on my tongue.
I stare at her body from between her thighs. She’s clutching the railing in a death grip as though it’s her lifeline, not that I’ll let her fall.
She’s no good to me if she’s dead.
Trembling under my hands, her stomach rises and falls with every inhale. The small peek of skin between the waistband and the hem of her tiny top tempts me to bare her completely.
I want her naked around me at all times. To stake my dominion over. My claim. Humiliate her by how much she desires to be my little prey.
“Augustus.” Her whisper pierces through my deranged thoughts.
Fuck. My name sounds sweet on her tongue, especially spoken in that terrified yet intrigued rasp.
Tracing my hands up her thighs, I splay them on her belly and draw circles.
