Page 210 of Like Grim Death: Part One
But Maverick buries his head in the crook of my neck without looking at me, like he’s disgusted. Even so, he feels good, his back muscles flexing beneath my fingertips as the sensation of being full rises up to my tummy. “It feels different, but you’re always gonna be mine,” he whispers against my skin. “You can’t escape that.Me,no matter how big of a whore you are, Ella. I own you,” he thrusts into me again, a whimper leaving my mouth. “I’ll fucking ruin you before I let you leave me.”
I want to tell him I don’t want to. I want him to understand no matter what it takes, I always want to be his.
But all at once too soon, he stops, then his eyes flash as he tweaks my nipple. “Your turn,” he says, jerking his chin toward Atlas. A low groan leaves his throat but he pulls out all the same.
I gasp with the loss of him, wanting him back.Hold me. Come back.
But Atlas steps between my thighs, and he’s relentless as he pushes into me, pulling up my clit again, stretching me as him and Maverick both watch him fuck me.
“You’re going to be so used, Maverick will never want anything to do with you again after tonight,” Atlas says, evil satisfaction in his words.
I stare up at my boyfriend and watch a dimple flash in his beautiful face, but he doesn’t dispute Atlas’s words, and his bleary eyes jerk at my heart. “Tell me it isn’t true,” I whisper, even as my brain tries to float into the night and the pain of Atlas’s words draws me closer to the edge of orgasm, all over again.
As Atlas pulls out, Mav pushes in, lifting up my knee, pressing it toward my chest to hit at a deeper angle. A moan tears from my lips, unwilling, and he doesn’t answer me. Until he does. “Of course it isn’t fucking true. Don’t be a dumb bitch, Ella.” And it’s cruel, but from him, it’s a comfortable sort of chaos.
Then they’re taking turns stroke for fucking stroke, bending my knees, lifting my legs over their shoulders, and it feels so perversely good. My mind sails away, and I lean up on my elbows, my fingertips gliding along the mattress, and Atlas slaps my thigh for it, but doesn’t make me lie back down.
I watch their cocks take turns inside of me, pushing in, all the way, then pulling out, air hitting my open hole, only to be replaced with the next one. Maverick is animalistic in how he fucks me, staring at my pussy, and I know tonight, he doesn’t even see me as a person. I’m just something for him to use.
Maybe that’s what I’ve always been, and I hate the way it makes me wetter, like all I want to do is please him.
Oh my God.
“I’m close,” Atlas groans as he pushes in me, and he glances up at Maverick, beside him, they’re shoulder to shoulder. “We could try to both fit…” Atlas turns to me, pinching my pussy lips close around his dick. “But I think it would ruin you.” He grins at me.
I shake my head slowly. “N-no—”
Atlas grabs my face. “What was that?”
Maverick reaches out his arm, snatching up the gun from the bed. Slowly, carefully, he presses it to the side of Atlas’s head, just under the brim of his hat, Mav’s finger on the trigger.
Atlas freezes, his cock still inside of me.
“Back up,” Mavy whispers.
“Okay,” Atlas concedes, loosening his grip on my face.“Okay.”His voice is hoarse. He pulls out of me.
“Don’t move,” Maverick whispers, the gun still to Atlas’s temple.
But in a second, everything changes.
Maverick easily pushes back into me, his body curling over mine, and he’s holding the gun under my chin, his eyes inches from my own, one hand planted on the mattress beside my head.
My legs are wide, my inner thighs stretching as his hard chest collides with my breasts, and he’s pushing on my knee now, widening me painfully as his hips work, thrusting into me over and over again. “Kiss me while I come inside your useless pussy,” he whispers, gun still under my chin. His nostrils flare, his eyes look wet. “Fuckingkiss me, Ella.”
And I do it, gun and all.
I grab the back of his neck with both hands and kiss him, hearing him groan. “Don’t,” I whisper. “Don’t hurt me—”
“Shut up,” he speaks into my mouth.
I do.
And I let him come inside of me, filling me up with warmth, and he’s groaning my name, his fingers snarling in my hair as he finishes, jerking my head back.
His lips are parted but he isn’t kissing me anymore after he’s done, his brow rested on mine, gun between us. Slowly, so slowly, he pulls back, sliding the gun possessively down my sternum, over each of my tits, then lower, over my stomach, to my pussy, where he’s still deep inside me.
He pulls up on the hood of my clit with the barrel of the gun.
