Page 59 of The Invite
I cover her body with mine before she can finish her sentence and grip her throat. “I think you need another orgasm.”
I thrust two fingers into her cunt.
“Ahh!! I can’t.”
“Too late.”
Thumbing her oversensitive and overstimulated clit, I savagely fuck her while holding her immobile. Her starlight eyes roll back in her head as she succumbs to my fingers hitting her G-spot.
“Never disrespect who owns you, little prey,” I rasp. “Or it won’t be forced orgasms I punish you with next time.”
Hooking my fingers deep, I scratch her nub with my nail and tear out another climax from her tight cunt. She shudders, eyes closed and lips open in a silent scream.
When she comes back down to earth, her defiance is long gone.
Under half-lidded eyes, she stares at me while tears slide down her cheeks. Stroking the column of her throat, I release her. Lifting away from her body, I hook one arm under her neckand the other below her knees and pick her up. Keeping her pressed against my chest, I carry her to the bedroom and lay her down on the bed.
A confused furrow appears on her forehead at my caring gesture.
Did she expect me to leave her on the floor outside?
“What are you doing?” she asks when I lift the covers and drape it over her naked form.
I meet her gaze, answering, “Tucking you into bed.”
“Why?”
“Don’t you have work tomorrow, Miss Nessa?”
At the reminder of the nature of our relationship, a dark hue appears on her cheeks and she clutches the blanket. “Stop playing with my mind, Mr. Grayson. What will it take for you to leave me alone?”
Nothing. “The Dictaphone.”
“So you can destroy the only proof that I have?”
“You’ve gotten all you could from it. It’s useless now.”
“Why do you need it then?”
“Because I don’t take risks.”
She searches my face before pursing her lips. “I’m not giving it to you.”
“Then I’ll keep visiting you.”
“Don’t you have anything better to do?”
I twirl a strand of her hair fanned out on the pillow. “Well, you got me suspended and now I have nothing but free time. To torment you. To punish you. To teach you I run this town.”
“Yet I got you suspended,” she says smugly. “You have no power.”
It’s my turn to be smug as I give her the truth. “You have no idea about the depths of my power, Miss Nessa. They run as deep as still waters. Because with power comes upholding a certain reputation and image, and for that, we all have toplay our part. That’s how corruption continues. When you go to school tomorrow, check my records. Nothing will show. It will be as pristine and clean as it always was.”
Her face pales, but I continue, “If I wanted to show up to class tomorrow, nobody would stop me or bat an eye. Don’t worry, I won’t, though. But I’ll be right here in your house waiting for you to return. Because being your shadow is far moreentertaining than being your student.”
“I-I’ll tell someone.”
“Go ahead and try. Before the first word even leaves your mouth, I’ll have the little recording I made of you plastered everywhere.” Gripping her chin, I lean into her stunned little face, and whisper, “Accept your new reality, Nessa. I’m your entire world now. I’m going to entangle you with me so deep and twisted thatyou’ll be stuck with me untilIdecide to set you free. Whether you want the journey to be a nightmare or heaven for you, it’s your choice.”
