Page 121 of Like Grim Death: Part One
But if she’s willing to pretend, so am I.
She lifts her head before I can say anything else, then she plants her hands on my chest, twisting her body as she pushes me backward. I go willingly, coming to lie on the bed. She crawls into my lap, her body warm and her scent igniting something hot in my chest.
Then she stills, and I know the moment she sees it in the dark because her vision is too good.The bruise on my throat.Her fingers tighten on my chest, and she is frozen, but she still manages to speak, and I hate the way she doesn’t even sound surprised. “What happened?” It’s glacial, her tone.
I keep my arms by my sides, and I want to groan out loud. This was going so fucking well. But I don’t lie to her because I’m already keeping too much from her. “They chained me to a chair. A girl climbed over me. She… put her mouth on me.”
Sid’s nails dig further into my chest, over my shirt. Once upon a time, when I was angry and hurt, I would’ve relished speaking these words. Now, I hate it.
“Nothing really…happened.” It’s partly true, isn’t it? “Sid… waschained—”
“Why?” A cold question.
What can I fucking say?It’s how the 6 do shit. I don’t fucking know.I keep quiet, letting her come to that conclusion herself.
“I fucking hate them,” she says, her words a growl. “I fuckinghatethem. What else?” She sounds icily livid. “What else happened?Do not lie to me.”
I think of Sevryn. The rest of my brothers. My gut twists. “Baby girl—”
Her fingers circle my throat, surprising me as she cuts her eyes to mine. “And your face…” I think of the bruises there. Sevryn’s elbow against my cheekbone as we fought in one of the ceremonies. “Tell me what the fuck happened.”
I swallow hard, and I know she feels it beneath her slender fingers. “I… The initiate… The rest of them… They were all over me. I barely remember it. I was drugged, it was all fucking hazy, and you know I didn’t have a goddamn choice, Lilith.” I narrow my eyes on hers, but I’m fucking terrified.
I hate this shit.
I hate it.
She squeezes my throat, her nails digging into my skin, the pressure oddly soothing. Like if she’s still touching me, we’re okay. Then she asks, “Did they turn you on?”
I close my eyes tight.“Lilith.”It comes out like a frustrated groan.
Then she releases my throat and she slaps me, right across the fucking face, over the bruises on my cheek, and it stings as my eyes pop open, but before I can move, her lips come down to my ear as she plants her palms on either side of my head. Startled, mine come to her hips, slipping beneath her tank top. “Move back,” she whispers, a purr in her voice. “Fuck her. Fuck them. I’m going to remind you no one will ever fuck you as good as I can.”
My dick is aching, my mind spinning, and I have a feeling this won’t be over so easily, but I’m not arguing. I do as she says, shifting back further on the bed, lying on it horizontally.
She turns her head, her lips grazing my jawline. My skin erupts in goosebumps, and I’m suddenlyswelteringin this shirt, but I’m not taking my hands off of her to take it off. Not unless she tells me to.
“Good boy.”She scrapes her teeth against my throat, digging a little deeper over the hickey, then she crawls down my body, and my hands slide up, pulling off her shirt as she moves. She laughs a little but sits back on my thighs and lifts her arms, letting me pull the shirt off and toss it to the floor. My hand comes to her breast, feeling how hard and firm her flesh is in my fingers. She moans, and I start to knead her, tugging at her nipple with one hand, the other going to her hair as she moves further down my body.
Her cold fingers come to the edges of my sweats, and she yanks them and my boxers down, letting them fall to my knees, half my legs off the side of the bed.
“Lilith.”I say her name just as she circles her fingers around my erection, stroking me hard.She has one hand on my abs, under my shirt, her nails digging into my skin.
When she speaks, I twist my fingers in her short hair, her breath falling over the head of my dick. “You deserve this.” Her tone is dark and full of lust, her words echo Monday’s, but they sound real from my wife. They sound like they mean something. I feel her shift on my knee, rocking her center against me, but her shorts are still on.This is all for me.“You deserve us.”
I don’t need to ask who “us” is, and I wouldn’t be able to anyway because her lips come around my cock, and a groan leaves my throat.
I squeeze her breast, hard, still playing with her tight, drawn nipple, yanking on her hair with my other hand, my abs contracting as she deep throats me, and fuck, does it feel good.
She bobs her head expertly because my girl is not new to any of this.
She’s a fucking seductress, and maybe she’s forgotten just how much even thethoughtof her—the sound of her voice, the scent of her,everythingabout her—turns me on. But right now, she’s remembering. And she’s gonna remember really well when I come way too soon, because it feels good to be taken care of. It feels good to have her take control and do this, for me.
She scratches her way down my abs, leaving marks, and I relish in the sting. Then she cups my balls, gently tugging and pulling on them as her other hand and her mouth work my shaft. Her throat is fucking tight, and shedoeshave a gag reflex, but she knows how to keep going anyway, swallowing around it. I canfeelit, when she’s gagging, and I swear my eyes roll back in my fucking head when she does.
I move my hand across her sternum, kneading her other breast, hard and hot beneath my touch from the excess milk. I tug on her nipple and I’m not gentle about it because she wouldn’t want that. She gasps around my cock, and I feel something warm on my hand.
Fuuuckkk.
