Page 169 of Like Grim Death: Part One
“Iamperfect to you,” he says, his words rough. “I own you.” He bites my earlobe, sending shivers down my entire body that cause my muscles to tighten. He laughs against my ear. “Yeah, do that again, baby.” He bites me once more, then lower, trailing his lips below my ear, down my neck, his teeth against my skin. He doesn’t break it, doesn’t make me bleed, but there will definitely be a bruise. And thinking of it, being covered in him,his wounds,makes me shiver all over again.
Spots pop in front of my eyes. I can’t breathe, and when I try to move my hands from the window, to clutch my throat, I stumble, my head crashing against it.
I throw out my palms again.
“Don’t be stupid, Ella. You don’t breathe until I fucking come.”
My vision swims as I tense again, Mavy’s fingers digging into my ass so hard it hurts. Then he’s groaning in my ear, and I know he’s finishing inside of me, his thrusts harder, deeper, then slower as his arm relaxes over my throat, a dull pressure seeming to release in my head.
“Fuck, Ella,” he says, his words deep and low, and I feel proud.I did that.I feel him still coming inside of me, and slowly, so fucking slow, he pulls out, our bodies slick with sweat. But he doesn’t move his arm from around my throat, even though now I can breathe normally.
I start to turn in his arms, wanting to collapse against him now that I can get oxygen in my lungs, to my brain.
But he shifts his arm, wrapping his hand around the side of my throat and keeping me in place. “Get on your knees,” he says.
My mind flashes to the man who said something like that, only hours ago. But it’s different whenhesays it. I only want to obey. Slowly, feeling exhausted and grateful for the rest, I sink to my knees as he lets me go, stepping back. I press my palms to the hardwood floor and look over my shoulder, shifting on my knees.
I meet his gaze as he stares at me, his shorts pulled up, but his shirt off, showing off the hard edges and all the lines of ink along his body. He swipes his thumb over his bottom lip, smirking at me.
“You know what I want.”
My insides turn to liquid with those words.Yeah. I do know.
I take a shaky breath and arch my back, but he shakes his head. “Take off your shirt first.”
I obey, sitting on my heels and crossing my arms, pulling my shirt over my head. But before I can toss it to the floor, my breasts free and nipples in hard points, Mav swipes the shirt from my hand. He lays it down beside me, tugging it out horizontally, then folding it in half, so there’s more cushion.
He nods toward it, taking another step back. “Put your knees there.” He keeps the same command in his words, but my chest tightens, knowing he wants to protect my body.
From everything except his own hands.
I shift my knees, arching my back more, and he sinks down to my level. I’m completely exposed to him, but I’m not too shy anymore. Not in the dark, knowing all the evidence of my betrayal is nearly invisible to him.
He pushes two fingers into me, then with his other hand, he massages my clit. I moan, arching my neck, hair down my back making me feel sexy.
“Fuck my hand,” he tells me, the pad of his thumb still circling my clit.
I rock on my hands and knees as he adds another finger into me, filling me. “That’s it,” he says, approval and lust and admiration all in those two words. “Fuck it, Ella.Use me.”
I keep rocking back and forth, swiveling my hips as his thumb circles me, the sounds of his fingers going in and out making me blush, but he only groans. Then I’m there, a knot hot in my stomach until I’m bursting, coming on his fingers, everything tightening and loosening at once.
“There it is,”he murmurs behind me, increasing the intensity of my orgasm, because I know what he’s looking at.
His cum, dripping from me.
A second later, I know I’m right, because he’s running his entire palm over both holes, causing me to shiver with the mess and the feel and exposure.
“Turn around.”
I try to steady myself, breathing hard, my mind spinning. The high of my orgasm still lingers as my chest heaves. But I turn on hands and knees as I face him. He’s sitting back on his calves. My tits sway, cool air causing them to feel full, and he glances at them, smiling. But he’s holding up the palm of his hand, facing me, and I know what he wants me to do.
“Lick it clean.”
But I feel suddenly exhausted. Like I want to collapse into his arms. Snuggle against his chest. Having Atlas throw the knife at me, running from his house, nearly getting hit by Lucifer’s BMW, being held at gunpoint, watching Maverick unleash his demons on my attacker, then set fire to a car after he dragged three bodies inside it…
I just want to throw my arms around him. I just want us to hold onto each other. “Mavy,” I whisper, looking into his eyes. “Hold me.”
Something flickers across his face. Some unknown emotion as his lips press together and his throat rolls. But then his eyes narrow and he says,“Do what I fucking say.”
