Page 167 of Like Grim Death: Part One
My pulse picks up once more as he pushes his hard cock against my stomach. Then he pulls back all at once, leaving me breathless as he spins me around, shoving me against the window. I catch myself on my palms, the glass cold.
He presses his hand to my spine, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling my ass toward him, so my back is arched.
I step out of the shorts between my feet, my eyes closed as he grabs my ass, squeezing hard. Luckily, he’s just above the final bruise, and it’s dark in here, on this side of his office. He won’t see anything. Besides, he leans closer, his hard chest to my back as he kisses my neck.
His thumb gets dangerously close to the tight ring of muscle exposed to him as he uses his fingers to keep my ass spread.
“Let me,” he says, his breath on my neck as his teeth skim the side of my throat.“Let me, pretty girl.”
He’s the gentlest when he fucks me in the ass. Not that he’s ever reallygentle,but he knows why I had an aversion to it, and it’s like he’s still trying to rewrite that experience for me. To prove it can be better.
And it is. It has been. Every single time. And after what he did for me tonight… I only had seconds of that gun to my head. Not even enough time to feel the fear before Mavy reacted.
“Okay,” I whisper, turning my head and opening my eyes, looking into his. In the dark, it’s hard to see just how light they are, but I catch ice blue and my throat feels tight, my body warm and wanting him as he circles me, but he doesn’t push all the way in.
My chest heaves against the glass as my eyes start to close again, anticipation zipping through me.
“No, Ella,” he whispers, his forehead pressed to mine. “Look at me.”
I force myself to open my eyes.
“Relax.” He curls his fingers up underneath me, stroking them over my swollen clit, and I bite my lip, staring at him through my lashes as he wraps the fingers of his free hand around my throat, squeezing slightly.
A smile curves his lips as he pushes two fingers into my pussy.
I clench around him, and with the movement, he tightens his hold on my throat, to the point it cuts off my air supply.
I smile at him, and he brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “You’re such a good girl, huh?”
I nod, eager to please him, wanting to agree with anything he says as he fingers me, hitting deep, up to his knuckles. Then he pulls his fingers out and reaches higher, circling the puckered flesh there.
Nervousness courses through me, and he lets me breathe, loosening his grip on my throat just slightly.
“You trust me?”
I think about Atlas in the driveway.
But he won’t be there now. He’ll have left. He would be able to see my face against the glass, wouldn’t he? He wouldn’t…watch.He’s not interested in me like that, I tell myself.
My face grows hot and I’m thankful for the darkness.
“Yes,” I whisper to Maverick, and it doesn’t feel like a lie. “You killed someone for me.” It comes out with the awe I feel, thinking back on it.
He pushes his finger inside of me, moving slowly. “I’d do it a hundred more times,” he breathes against my skin. “I’ll always protect you.” His lips caress my cheekbone. “Now relax for me,” he says, his nose nudging mine. “I’ve got you, baby.”
I take a breath, my lips brushing his as my palms grow sweaty, slipping against the window.
“There you go.” He tilts his head, kissing me, our mouths colliding, his tongue swirling with mine. “Give in to me,” he speaks into my mouth. “Push back against me.”
I do, loosening up my body, letting him finger methere,the fullness turning to pleasure instead of discomfort.
“Keep breathing, baby.” He shifts slightly, pulling his finger out of me. A few seconds later, I feel his cock, thick and hard against me as both of his hands come to my ass, spreading me for him.
I turn my head toward the window, take a deep breath, then arch my back more.
He grips his cock, and I hear him spit, feel the warmth of it dripping down on me. “Such a good fucking girl.” He pushes up against me and I take a deep breath in, sucking down air, my body tensing. “No, baby. Trust me.Trust me, Ella.”His words are gentle, and sleepy, and I imagine him in bed, hands tucked under his pillow. The curve of his shoulder blade, the muscles in his biceps, and the ink on his skin.
I relax as he crowns me, the pain minimal.
