Page 205 of Like Grim Death: Part One
Then, without warning, he releases me, and just like Maverick told him to initially,he drops down to his knees.
Maverick blinks, his nostrils flare as he steps back, still aiming the gun to Atlas with one hand, but he’s not holding it directly to his head anymore.
My lips are parted as I try to breathe, to get his attention, but Mav’s eyes are glued to Atlas kneeling.
Atlas has still got his hand between my thighs, but he uses his other to spread them wider, twisting one painfully away from the other.
He pulls his fingers from inside of me, then grabs my pussy.
I yelp, looking down, and he shakes his head, looking up at me from under the brim of his hat. “Cover your mouth, Ella.”
I swallow thickly, but I do as he said, covering my mouth with one hand.
He breathes a laugh, and I feel it on my inner thigh, my body wound up tight, desperate for release. “Both hands. Whores need two to keep their screams in.”
My stomach drops, and I lift both hands tight to my mouth as I raise my eyes to Mav. His eyes are wide, his mouth narrowed, but he’s staring at the back of Atlas’s head.
“Tighter,” Atlas says, and I dig my fingers into my cheekbones.
He shakes his head, pinching my pussy lips through my panties.“Tighter.”
Mav sucks in a breath, his teeth clenched.
I do as Atlas commands, hurting myself as hard as I’m gripping my face. Everything is throbbing with light in here, and I hear a song that I recognize. “GauzeValley”by KAMAARA. It’s like it suddenly got loud, but I don’t know if anything really changed. I don’t know if it was playing all along.
“There you go,” Atlas whispers, and his eyes are so vivid, the dark ring of brown and blue around his blown pupil.
His jawline is sharp as he stares up at me, his lips curved into a smile. He moves his hands from me and I almost whimper with the loss of him, but I watch as he reaches for the brim of his hat.
My knees feel weak.
Keeping his gaze locked on mine, he spins his hat around so it's backward, and I see his blond curls.
“You don’t deserve this,” he whispers, leaning in close to me, his nose pressed to the fabric of my underwear. His hands come to my thighs, squeezing, and he runs his nose up my slit, then stares right at me. “But I want to taste just how fucking pathetic you are.”
Without another word, he nudges his nose against the edge of my underwear, and he’s pressing his tongue flat to my slit, parting my lips.
His mouth is sowarm,and his face is perfect between my thighs. I moan and it’s loud, even beneath both of my hands clamped over my mouth.
His eyes stay on mine as he drops his nose again, circling it over my bare clit, using one of his hands to hold back my underwear. “Hmmm,” he groans, like this feels good to him too. He drags his hand up my thigh, then taunts my hole with two fingers, all while licking at my clit, watching me. Then he lifts one of my legs up, pulling my jeans off my ankle and my boot hits the floor as it falls, my calf over his shoulder, foot dangling behind his back. I have to slump against the wall to keep myself upright, but the repositioning exposes me more to him, and my breaths turn to shallow pants as I moan.
I feel dizzy and high and desperate, all at once.
He plays with my entrance, and when he speaks, I feel it against my pussy.“Beg me, little bitch.”
I keep my hands over my mouth as he toys with me, my eyes drifting to Maverick.
When I don’t speak, giving into Atlas’s command, Mav raises the gun.
He aims it at me. Between my eyes.
A cold smile graces his lips.
I know he would never really shoot me, his finger is no longer on the trigger and it’s all for play, it’s all agame,but the fear causes my lust to rise.
“You heard him,” Mav whispers.“Beg him, little bitch.”He repeats the words with a cruel sort of humor.
A gasp leaves my lips. “Please, Atlas.”
