Page 209 of Like Grim Death: Part One
But when I blink, my eyes are glued to Maverick.
My heart thumps painfully in my chest, waiting for him to intervene. To stop me. And for a second, I think he will. A pained look crosses his face, his brows pulling together, the inverted cross shifting on his face.
But when I open my mouth to say his name, he brings the gun up to the curve of my cheekbone, stroking the side of my face and silencing me with his actions alone. “Shh, shh,” he whispers, staring down at where Atlas is inside of me, moving his hips. I feel the cold barrel along my jawline. “Don’t say a word, pretty girl.”
I feel tingling in my fingers, wrapped around my ankles. I hear my breathing, like a rustling sound, but I don’t speak. I couldn’t even if I knew what to say.
Atlas fucks me for a few seconds, pressing his thumb to my clit and pulling up, which stretches me tighter around him.
Then he pulls out.
I gasp, dipping my chin.
“See how she needs to be filled again?” he whispers, his eyes on me, but he’s talking to Maverick. “She’s sloppy and messy and gaping for you.” He slaps the inside of my thigh and I tense as he moves to the side, stroking his cock. I shift my gaze to Mav, who is still holding the gun to my cheekbone.
His blue eyes are on mine as he pushes down his pants with the heel of his hand, gripping his hard cock. Then he comes closer, and all at once, his body is all over mine. He’s leaning over me, between my thighs, his chest to my breasts, one hand planted beside my head, the one with the gun in it. He’s nothing like Atlas’s detachment as he sweeps his tongue over the seam of my lips. I taste marijuana and liquor and I moan into his mouth. He smiles, his eyes on mine.
“You needed this, didn’t you? You wanted to feel how she felt?” He’s got his hand on his cock, stroking himself, and his knuckles graze my pussy.
I know who he means byshe.
My skin feels like it’s sunburned, but I don’t speak.
I feel the bed shift, then the barrel of the gun is pointed at my ear.“Answer me, Ella.”
“Yes,” my voice is ragged, barely mine as my hands come to his shoulders, smoothing over the planes of his back, like I can remember us this way, feeling the grooves of his scars and wounds.
“You sure about that?” His eyes drop to my mouth, and he smells good, familiar.Like love, but broken.
I nod once, my heart trying to beat itself out of my ribcage.
He leans back, glancing down between us, his lips parted just slightly.
I see his cock, so close to me.So mine.But will I still be his, when we’re done?
Fear causes me to clench, but desire is louder, stronger,wetter.
“She’s desperate for you, Mav.”
I widen my thighs without even thinking.
Maverick gives me a crooked grin, the gun near my head. “If I slap her, she’s even tighter.” Then he closes his eyes, and his hand—empty now, he set the gun down—comes to my cheek. I wince, tightening, but he’s gentle about it and doesn’t slap me. Instead, he covers my face, like he doesn’t want to see me. There’s a pain in my chest from what he’s doing, but a second later, I feel his tip stretching me, and I gasp, lurching again off the bed as he pushes in, further, and further.
I shift my hips up as he sinks all the way inside me with a low groan, so familiar to me.
His fingertips come to my eyelids, ensuring they’re closed. “Mavy,” I whisper, desperate to see him. “Please look at me.” My fingers are on his shoulders, gripping him tight to me.
He leans down close, putting more pressure on my pussy, and he whispers in my ear as he places his hands on either side of me, no longer covering my face. “This feels different this time, doesn’t it?” I don’t know exactly what he means, but I think I know.
Different than when he played with me with Ezra. Than when he shared me with Lucifer. Maybe because I’m friends with Atlas now, or maybe because he’s just tired of sharing. I want to tell him we could stop, that he’s the one making it happen, but I can’t seem to get the words out.
Then a second later, he’s biting my cheek, fucking me harder, in and out, in and out, I’m moving on the bed, my tits bouncing.
A sharpslapcomes across my left one and I snap my eyes open, seeing Atlas as he grabs what he just slapped.
“God, you are the perfect doll,” Atlas whispers as Mavy keeps fucking me, his breaths against my ear. Atlas slaps my breast again and I whimper.
Maverick, without stopping his pace, reaches his fingers for Atlas’s throat and digs them in against his neck, drawing him in close and whispering in his ear. “You hit her again, you’re leaving this room in a body bag.” He releases Atlas, then pushes him away so he stumbles.
