The Invitation Read Online L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole

Categories Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
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His jaw ticced as his gaze drifted from me to Leah, then back. Oh, he was upset. Not filled with remorse or shock. Upset that his secret had been unearthed, and that pleased me so.

“When did they find her?” he asked.

“They didn’t…”

“What the fuck?”

“You didn’t bury her very deep…”

“You?” He shook his head, the realization that I was the one who found her setting in. “How did you—”

“The technicalities don’t really matter, do they? Not now, when you have the title murderer looming over your pretty head.” I smiled at him.

“What do you want?”

“You.”

His brow furrowed. “I don’t understand.”

There wasn’t much to understand. I wanted him, bound and tied to me. “I want to own you, Preston.” I closed the space between us and fisted his hair, yanking his head back before I placed my lips at his throat. “And now, I do.”

He shoved me away. “I don’t want any part of whatever the fuck this is. I never… I didn’t mean to do it.”

Maybe he didn’t, but the fact of the matter was, he enjoyed it. There was no undoing that. “It’s too late for that, I’m afraid,” I said.

“What are you going to do, Tobias? Tell the police that I killed her? That you dug up her rotting body? Just to what? Blackmail me into fucking you?” He shook his head as he paced away from me. “That right there—” he pointed at Leah—“is fucked up.”

And wasn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?

I stalked toward him and grabbed him by the nape of the neck. “What’s more fucked up, Preston? That I dug her up, or that you killed her and buried her?”

His gaze dropped from my eyes to my lips. He was mine, and whether or not this depraved little shit wanted to admit it, he wanted to be.

“Or that you still want to fuck me?” I asked. No matter what words followed, I knew I had him.

“I came when you invited me,” he said. “I was obviously willing to fuck you. So, why are you doing this?”

“Because it’s more fun.” I brushed a hand over his crotch, noting the semi hard-on underneath the material. “Because this way, I have complete control over you. You fuck up, and I fuck up your life.” The moment I released him, he staggered back a few steps.

“So, you’re blackmailing me. Fine.” Hate burned in his eyes as he glared at me. “For how long?”

“Six months.” I could have said forever, but I liked the idea of false freedom. I wanted to make him believe he could eventually walk away from me. But what I knew was that it takes about sixty-six days to form a habit. Six months was plenty to make sure Preston never wanted to leave my side again. It was more than ample time to let him see exactly how much fun money mixed with darkness could be. “A small price to pay considering the alternative,” I said as I waved a hand toward Leah’s body.

His jaw tensed, and I took the silence which followed as an agreement.

Smiling, I went for my belt. “Good. Now suck my cock.”

7

Preston

Tobias pulled his hard cock from his slacks. I took in the mapwork of veins, hating that, despite everything he was doing, part of me wanted him to taint me until darkness and shadows were the only thing left.

He’d dug up a body just to get me here, and in some fucked up way, it made me want him more.

In some monumentally screwed up corner of my mind, this whole thing flattered me. And I hated it.

“Put it in your mouth, Preston.”

Like Tobias had snapped shackles in place, I dropped to my knees on a glare.

He brushed his cock against my mouth, smearing precum over my lips. “Don’t act like you don’t want to do this…” Then he grabbed my hair, and forced his dick between my lips.

A musky, masculine taste washed over my tongue, and while my mind rebelled, my body craved his brand of retribution.

Leah’s cold body was just a few feet away, a glaring reminder of exactly why I was doing this.

I froze, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to force myself to submit to his whims.

“Surely those pretty lips of yours can do better than that.” Tobias stared down at me like a malevolent god before he thrust forward with such force his dick hit the back of my throat.

I choked and fought to push back, but he held me in place.

“Take it all down, like a good boy, Preston.”

I scraped my teeth over his shaft in warning, but instead of retreating from the threat, he groaned. The sound went straight to my dick. I secretly wanted this—wanted him.

I swallowed him back, gripping his balls and squeezing hard enough that it should have hurt, but he only fucked my mouth harder.


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