Page 57 of Like Grim Death: Part One
Her eyes come to mine, so full of lust and love andpleading.“I always listen,” she promises me. “I’d do anything for you.”
I believe her. Warmth spreads from my chest to my core, nearly choking me with the heaviness of her words.She really would do anything, wouldn’t she?
I grab her hand from my cock and yank it away, bending it behind her back as I plant her fingers on the counter.
“Pull up my shirt.”
She grips the fabric in her free hand, shoving my shirt up to my neck, exposing my abs, the tattoos on my skin, andher fucking nameon my hip, in big, bold letters.
But the shoe-sized wound is there too, splotchy red and blue, fading to the latter color, enormous, alongside her name on my hip.
Her eyes come to mine, and I know she saw it too. There’s horror in her wide gaze, her lips circled into anO.
“Mavy—”
I tighten my grip on her wrist, but she doesn’t seem to care as I push my cock against her entrance. She’s so fucking hot, and wet, but I don’t push in, even as she widens her stance more, her leg banging into the oven door.
“Tell me what happened.” She almost chokes on the words, a sob threatening to claw its way up her throat. I can’t listen to her cry right now.
I can’t.
“Who owns you?”
She shakes her head once. “What happened to you?” It’s breathless, her question. “What—”
“You need to obey me, even when it’s hard.Especiallywhen it’s hard.” I grit the words out, my temple pressed to hers as her eyes drift closed, no doubt images of my pain flashing in her brain. “Let this go. And tell me.Who. Fucking. Owns you?”
I pull back then, drinking her in. I see the slickness of her pussy, so fucking ready for me.
Then her eyes fly open, locking onto mine.
She’s panting, as much as she wants this, her chest heaving beneath her shirt.“You do.”
“What’s my fucking name?”
“Maverick.”
I push into her, loving the sound of my name on her lips, and the feel of her walls tightening around me, resisting, even more.
I groan, but I don’t go all the way in. I pull out a little, staring at the head of my cock inside of her, the way she’s spread open, just for me.
“Please,” she whines again, gripping my shirt tighter, one arm still behind her back as her legs dangle from the counter. I think she’s going to ask about last night again and I’m going to get really fucking mad, but instead she says, “Please, Maverick.Fuck me.”
You are fucking perfect for me, pretty girl.
I dip my chin and let saliva drip from my mouth, right onto her clit.
She whimpers, and I bring my thumb to where I spit on her, circling her slowly as we both watch.
She shivers, her entire body trembling.
“Look,” I tell her, knowing she is. My tattooed fingers against her wet, pink flesh. “You’re so fucking perfect.” I push into her, just a little more, enough to make her gasp and break her arm free from my grip, trying to reach for me, but I slam it back down on the counter and squeeze her clit hard. “Don’t test me, pretty girl.I’ll stop.”
Her lips are parted as she stares at me like I really do own her. “I’m sorry,” she says, and I fucking love that. She doesn’t need to apologize for anything at all, but hearing the words, her submission…
I can’t take it anymore.
I push all the way into her, and she tightens around me while I keep circling her clit, watching as I fuck her, her name in my view too, inked on my body. I’d fucking tattoo her name on my dick if she wanted me to, because as much as I own her, this naïve, beautiful, loyal girl, she fucking owns me too. And I could probably fit her first and last name on my cock, which I’m sure is more than any of the other assholes who got to sleep with her could say.
