Page 206 of Like Grim Death: Part One
Atlas nips at my clit. “Do better,” he says against me. “Suck less.”
Lust goes haywire under my fucking skin.Suck less?God, why is that hot? “Please,” I moan again as he teases me with two fingers, flicking my clit with his tongue. “I need it.I need you, so much.”But I’m staring at Mav as I plead, and he gives me the smallest of nods, as if to tell me I did the right thing.
Atlas pushes into me then, no more teasing, all the way to his knuckles, twisting and turning inside my wet pussy. He sucks on my clit, then licks, then scrapes his teeth against me, all while he finger fucks me hard enough to hit my head against the wall, my nails digging into my cheeks to stop from screaming.
Then I’m there.I’m there.
Rising, rising, rising.I can’t keep my hands on my mouth as my belly pools with warmth, my thighs shaking. I reach for his shoulders, gripping him tight to steady myself, and he doesn’t stop me. Instead, he pushes another finger in, so he has three inside of me as he fingers me, still teasing my clit. Then he presses his tongue flat, licking all of me, his own fingers too, before he’s using his nose to circle my clit.
“Atlas,” I whisper. “Atlas,Atlas.”His name gets louder, and I feel the muscles in his shoulders flex beneath my fingers, under my calf. My eyes are closed, but color pops behind my lids, and I’m sagging against the wall as I gush all over his fingers, and he sucks my clit until the feeling has crested and the name leaving my lips isn’t his anymore.
“Mavy, Mavy, Mavy—”
A hand comes to my throat, yanking me from the wall, my leg sliding from his shoulder.
My eyes fly open as I grip his upper arms tight, his lips glistening with me, backward hat still on as he shoves me back, back, back, and I’m trying not to trip over my jeans, still on one ankle, and my heart is beating a mile a fucking minute. We go further into the darkness as Maverick follows slowly, the gun still aimed, and I see red lights strung up around Atlas’s room as he presses his thumb to the hollow of my throat, his eyes narrowed on mine. A bedroom flares open past the short hallway, then he shoves me backward, and I fall, landing on a soft bed.
“I’mnothim,” he snarls as I lean up on my elbows, trying to breathe. To think. My underwear is all askew, one boot still on. I dart my gaze to Maverick, but he just watches, staring between my thighs, completely silent. The arm he’s holding the gun with is steady. He isn’t shaking like I seem to be all over.
Atlas leans down, grabbing my ankles, then he props them on his strong thigh, pulling off my shoe, then my socks, running his fingers over the arch of my soles. It feels so good, I groan, and everything ismovingin this room, even though it’s not…really.
Right?
I don’t know anymore.
He strips off my jeans, tossing them on the floor alongside my shoes and socks. Then he parts my knees, stepping between my thighs, my ass at the edge of the bed.
“Atlas—”
“You’re not done. You need to take care of me now, baby.”
My lips are parted, my breath leaving me in pants. I fist the soft, burgundy sheets. I notice there’s a painting on the wall behind him, over Mav’s head, something dark, like the entrance of a cathedral in the night. The wallpaper is red, a damask pattern.
He steps closer, hands still gripping my knees.
“Sit up.”The words are vicious, and his eyes are night dark. I don’t see any more of the soft boy I thought I knew, just the monster he’s been slowly turning into. Blond curls loop into soft circles over his brows, and his lips are plush and more red than pink from working me over, and even still he is diabolical.
I sit up slowly and he releases me only to take off his hoodie, then pull his shirt off one handed, dropping it to the floor.
Maverick tilts his head, carefully observing, like he’s watching a film he’s going to write a critique of.
A gasp leaves my lips, taking in Atlas’s clear skin, defined abs, the Unsainted brand across his chest, firm and muscular and fuckingbeautiful.But I see other things too.
Two dark red, raised scars over his abdomen, on either side of his hips.
“Put your mouth on me,” he says, eyes locked on mine when I stare back up at him.
I’m still breathing fast, my chest tight. I look up at Maverick. “We can’t—”
A shot goes off before I realize my boyfriend moved. A loud crack in the darkness of the room.
I jump, a gasp leaving my lips as I dive my head into Atlas’s abdomen, sheltering myself, and even Atlas startles, wrapping his arms around me, like he’ll protect me.
My shoulders rise and fall, as fast as I’m breathing, and as I slowly pull back, I scan Atlas for injuries, then look down at myself, as if I expect to see a hole somewhere through my body. Blood bubbling slowly from a wound.
“Don’t be fucking stupid, Ella. I would never shootyou.I thought we talked about this too. Atlas, keep going.” Maverick jerks his chin to his brother, the gun dangling lazily from his fingers again when I raise my eyes to him, standing closer now, training the gun on Atlas’s spine.
I don’t know where he shot. Somewhere in the room. But not us.Not yet.
