Page 204 of Like Grim Death: Part One
“You aresowet,” Atlas whispers into my mouth. His lips brush over mine, once, twice. Mav’s jaw jumps, but he doesn’t move.
“Kiss me.”Atlas does what he asks of me, and at first, I don’t return it. I’m frozen, my knees feeling weak as I stare into Mavy’s baby blue eyes, lined with red.
But when he only curves a brow, as if to ask me what the fuck I’m doing, why I’m waiting, I lean in toward Atlas.
He smiles against my mouth, then our lips are moving together as one.
It feels like…relief.
And more than that, it doesn’t feel like it does with Maverick. Here, with Atlas, it’s like we’re equals.
Elation bursts under my skin, something forbidden tempting me further and deeper into a hell I know I might regret when this night is over, no matter that Mav is “forcing” Atlas at gunpoint.
Atlas keeps rubbing over my clit, but through my underwear, and it almost feels better this way. Like we don’t have much time. Like these stolen, drugged moments are so fleeting, we don’t have the opportunity to remove our clothes.
His hand comes to my throat, knocking my head against the wall softly as I move my arms up and dig my fingertips into the back of his neck, all while keeping my eyes on Mav.
Atlas bites down on my bottom lip, rolling it out, just as he slips one finger beneath my underwear, but only for a second, just teasing me with his cold fingers on my bare skin.
A moan leaves my lips and he laughs against my mouth, both of uspanting.Even Maverick’s chest is rising and falling faster than I’ve ever seen it.
“Soneedy,Ella.” Atlas’s eyes lock on mine as I dart my gaze to him, his pupils like saucers. I feel like mine could be too. Like I’m seeingmore.Like… my eyes have grown bigger, somehow. The walls seem to shimmer behind him, tinged with red lights. “I like that about you,” he whispers, swiping his thumb beneath my soaked underwear again, but only teasing me with it, then grinding his fingertips against my clit, over the cotton. “Always so fuckingdesperateforanything.”
I whimper as my cheeks flush hot, darting a shy glance to Mav, but I like how he speaks to me. His fingers tighten on my throat, tilting my chin up. He dives his head down, angling it so his hat doesn’t hit against me, and he’s biting my neck.
Pleasure swells inside of me, and Iachinglywant him.
Besides, he hasn’t done what Mav said yet.
He hasn’t gotten on his knees for me.
“Finger me,” I whisper, begging, feeling out of my head now. “Please.” I suck in a breath as he trails two fingers over my slit, pushing up against my hole, but still with the underwear between us. Like he’s stuffing the cottoninsideme.Oh my God.
“Yeah? Like this?” he teases, speaking against my throat, his fingertips pressed sharply on my jawline.
I widen my thighs and he laughs, then nips me again as my arms tighten around his neck and I look at Maverick, who’s smile is smug. Atlas moves his hand from me, but only to shove down my jeans with the heel of his hand, to get better access. My pants slip to my hips.
Atlas touches me again, moving faster and pushing further inside me, burying more cotton in my pussy, fingering me with the barrier between us, and it feels sogood.There’s something illicit about it too, besides the obvious. Like I’m so dirty he doesn’t want toreallytouch me.
“You want me to be mean to you? Or nice? Which version do you want of me tonight?”
I don’t hesitate to say it, what I’m used to. What I want. And I keep my gaze locked with Mavy’s when I say,“Mean.”The word is barely a pant from my lips.
The smile slowly falters from Maverick’s face, but he keeps the gun trained at Atlas’s brain, unmoving.
Atlas laughs, still pushing my underwear into me. “God, you’re soaking through it, you dirty little bitch.”
A vein ticks in Mav’s neck, but he doesn’t speak.
The words feel good, familiar. I clench my muscles and Atlas licks a line up my throat.
“Yeah? You like to be treated like shit, huh?” He pulls back, gazing down at me, his lips swollen from kissing on my neck. He doesn’t acknowledge Mav at all. “You are fuckingpathetic.”He keeps pumping two of his fingers inside of me, his thumb circling my clit, all overtop my underwear. “A gorgeous little whore.” He laughs, and it’s so light, it’s a mindfuck with the words he speaks. “Weak and dirty and sloppy and just a tight little hole for me to use, huh, baby?” He doesn’t release my throat as he works me over, driving me closer and closer. I stand on my tiptoes, angling my hips, wanting more of him as I stare into my boyfriend’s eyes.
Atlas scoffs, shaking his head as he looks down at what he’s doing to me. “You are disgusting.”
With both of their eyes on me, Atlas touching me, Mav pretending to force him,I’m so close, so close, so close.
His eyes drag up to mine, and he tilts my head, yanking it to the side like I’m just a doll for him to play with. “But goddamn, if you aren’t fucking hot like this. A messy little slut.”
