Page 211 of Like Grim Death: Part One
My body starts to shake.
I hear the sounds of Atlas jerking himself off, and Maverick asks, “Do you want to come inside her too?”
“No,” I say in a rush, my fingers clenched in the sheets. “Mavy, look at me.No.”I’m on birth control but it isn’t one hundred percent effective, and I don’t want children with anyone else in the world. If I have them, they’re going to be Mavy’s.
Maverick toys with my clit, using the gun, rotating his hips. I see my name on his abs and I can’t stop trembling.
“Come touch her,” he says, ignoring me.
Atlas moves closer, gripping the inside of my thigh with one hand, his eyes on my pussy, the gun, Maverick inside of me.
“You wanna finish fucking her up?” Maverick asks, turning his head so slowly. His lips are inches from Atlas’s.
Atlas looks at him, his head slanted as his eyes dip to Mav’s mouth.
“You didn’t just bring her here to fuck her. What else do you want, huh?” Maverick thrusts his hips and I moan, my fingers clammy on the sheets. He continues circling me with the gun. My belly rises and falls in fear, lust, panic.
I hear Atlas’s low breaths, panting, but he doesn’t answer Mavy.
“There you go,” Maverick whispers. “So close. You can come inside her, if I can kill her afterward.”
Atlas’s throat rolls.
He glances at me.
“Maverick,” I whisper. “Please stop.”
But he doesn’t. “So tell me how badly you want it.” He slides the gun up, pressing it to my womb,aimingat me.
Atlas doesn’t stop stroking himself. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Tell me you wanna fill her up with your cum too. We could fuck around and share a kid.” Maverick laughs, but it sounds sad.
“No,” I hiss. I’m still up on my elbows, and I lift my foot, trying to push at Maverick’s thigh. “No, I don’t want him to—”
“Shut up, Ella.” Maverick’s voice rises in volume.“Say it, Atlas.”
Atlas’s chest heaves. His shoulders rise and fall frantically. It’s like he’s battling something within himself as he stares at Maverick, getting closer to coming. A guttural sound leaves his lips and he whispers,“I can’t,”the moment before his warmth is on my thigh, hot and wet.“I can’t do it.”
Another groan as he bows his head, a sound like a sob leaving his lips.
Maverick pulls out of me, then holds the gun by his side as Atlas finishes all over me.
My heart is stuttering inside my chest as I fist the sheets, lost in how illicit and messy and good andconfusedI feel.
Maverick laughs, slapping softly at my hole, then slipping a finger inside, deep. He brings it out, smearing it along Atlas’s cum, then reaches over me, bringing his finger to my mouth.
“Suck us off you, Ella.”
I’m vividly reminded of last night—was it only last night?—and I don’t argue this time. I do as he says while Atlas’s eyes glisten in the darkened room.
I open my mouth, tasting the sweet earth of me, and the salty tang of them.
Atlas is already pulling up his pants, raking a hand through his hair and turning away from me, but Maverick pulls his finger from my mouth and trails it down to my cunt. He squeezes my lips, dropping his gaze to my pussy.
“God, you’re a wreck. So puffy and messy andfull.”He shakes his head, like he hates what he’s saying. “I never thought I’d see you like this. I thought that shit was all Sid’s problem.”
He flips the gun in his hand, then turns his back to me, pulling up his pants too. He starts to walk toward the door without another word.
