Page 80 of The Invite
“So fucking pretty,” growls Augustus. “Your ass was made to be filled and abused, Nessa. Take it deep.”
I cry out when he twists his hand and drives another inch inside.
The fullness is unbearable as I try to adjust to the unwelcome invasion.
Yet the crudeness and my lack of consent makes my clit throb and brings a heady rush of desire. Before I know it, I’m pushing back against his hand and encouraging him to bang me harder.
“Good little toy.”
Thwack.
The hard spank pushes the object deeper.
Thwack.
“I’m going to fuck all your holes so hard and rough very soon, Nessa. You’ll beg for my cock every night. I’ll fill you with my cum and if you don’t want to get pregnant, you better get on the pill fast because Iwillfuck you bareback whether you want it or not.”
His possessive and scary words send me over the hill and I climax like an insatiable little slut who loves it in her virgin ass.
My cries of pleasurable pain ring out in my ears.
Meanwhile, he keeps fucking me through the blinding orgasm until I’m a mess and my body isspent and boneless.
CHAPTER – 20
Nessa
When I come back to earth, I’m no longer on my stomach. I’m draped over a muscular and tatted monstrous god. One hand possessively rests on my ass, his fingers strumming on my spanked cheek.
My heart is still beating rapidly as I daringly lift my head and find dark and impassive black eyes watching me.
One of his hands holds the knife and my jaw drops when he licks my cum off of the glistening handle. I blush furiously and drop my gaze to his chest, which is also a mistake.
Because the two cuts—one by him and another by me—mar his beautiful and tanned skin. The blood has dried and even though they aren’t too deep, they’ll still leave a scar.
I can’t believe I did it and lost control. Even though it’s half his fault for provoking me.
His palm on my hip slides higher and I frown when my skin feels damp and the coldness makes me shiver. Confused, I glance down and a loud and horrified gasp erupts from my mouth.
Blood is painted from my hip to my waist.
Pushing away from him, I sit up and look for the source. If it was from me, I would’ve felt it by now. Twisting, my gaze lands on his right hand which is bloody. I grab his wrist and flip it, hurting at the sight.
There’s one deep cut in the middle of his palm.
How is he not screaming in pain?
It doesn’t take me long to put two and two together. Immediately, guilt strikes my chest. He fucked me with his palm wrapped around the blade of the knife. Which time, though?
“Oh my god!” I sob and press on the wound to stop the flow of blood.
“Nessa.”
I shake my head, fighting tears.
“Little prey.”
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” I mumble when my own fingers become drenched in seconds. Does he need stitches? “We need to get you to a hospital.”
