Page 207 of Like Grim Death: Part One
“Put your goddamn mouth on me,”Atlas snarls, an edge of panic in his words. Now he’s fucking afraid.
Not wanting to hear the pop of the gun again, my ears still ringing from the shot and panic and lust blossoming in my veins, I reach my fingers to the waistband of Atlas’s pants.
He slaps at me though. My hand, away from him as he grabs my wrist and pins it to my side, his abs flexed as he looks down his nose at me.
“No. Put your mouth on me, just like this.” He glances down at his erection, tenting beneath his sweats.
I swallow, my throat feeling fuzzy, and I dart my gaze to Mavy, but he shakes his head once, like a warning.
An overwhelming feeling of dread shoots through my system, like I’m going to die, but I lean in anyway as Atlas keeps his grip on my wrist. Despite my fear, I try to throw myself into it, to forget everything happening around me, to let the drugs bring me high again. This feels like a dream in some ways, like any moment I’ll wake up, curled safely next to my very calm, very unarmed, sober boyfriend.
But for now, my other hand comes tentatively to Atlas’s skin, and I feel how soft it is, but how hard his muscles are beneath. His abs jump, and I brush my finger over one of his scars, but I don’t ask about it. I don’t think I could speak right now if I wanted to.
My mouth is open, and I run it along his erection, the soft fabric of his sweats uncomfortable and cottony against my tongue, but I do as he says anyway, my cheeks burning, knowing Mavy is watching. It feels different, pleasuring Atlas instead of the other way around.
When it was reversed, I didn’t have to do anything but experience it.
Now though, it’s like when Mav ordered me to ride Lucifer, and we know how that turned out for Lucifer and me.
Atlas releases my wrist, groaning as he fists his hand in my hair, pressing me closer to his cock. It’s like he’s trying to suffocate me against him, but he loosens up when I squirm, and I gulp down air.
What do you think about that, Maverick? Do you like watching someone else hurt me now that you’re mad? Does it turn you on when someone else treats me the way you do?
Looking up, I meet Atlas’s gaze, a smile curved on his lips.
“You think you deserve to put your nasty little mouth on my dick, with your boyfriend watching? You’ve deepthroated him too. What makes you think you should have us both?”
“I don’t,” I whisper, and I mean it.“I don’t.”
Maverick laughs from behind Atlas, but I don’t dare look at him. “You might not deserve it because you’re a pretty little whore, but you’re going to take his dick anyway, aren’t you? Your loyalty means you listen, right?”
I see spots pop in my vision, but I nod twice, practically pouting, like whatever viscous liquid Atlas put on my tongue has me flying again in this dark, red-lit room, all because of Maverick’s subtle demands.
Your loyalty means you listen.
Atlas glances down, pushing at the hem of his sweats and his black boxer briefs until his cock comes free, and…
Wow.
I stare at it, inches from my face, inhaling his clean scent. It’s thick, and long,ready for me.Despite Mavy’s presence, it’s so perfect, I want to…
“Tell him,” Mav whispers. “Tell him what you want.” He’s a foot or so from us, but he sounds so much closer when he reads my mind.
“I want you to fuck me.” The words come out hoarse, and there is some tiny, distant corner of my brain telling me this is bad, even if—and maybebecause—Maverick is letting it happen. But the rest of me isalive. Buzzing.I feel like I’m finally…rolling.Maybe even more than that, I know Maverick won’t actually let it get that far. He’ll step in. He won’t allow someone else to use me again… will he?
Atlas grins, gripping my hair tighter in his fist. “If you’re going to fuck me, you’re gonna do it like a whore.”
Saliva pools at the corners of my mouth. I don’t know what he means, but before I can say that, he turns his head, locking eyes with Maverick over his shoulder.
My heart feels like it skips a beat.He wouldn’t, would he?
I look at my boyfriend too, and see he’s smiling at me.
The breath leaves me in a rush as my body tenses, my nails scraping against Atlas’s scar. Baby blue eyes connect with mine.
He smiles, a cocky smirk.
I shift my gaze to Atlas, and find he’s staring back at me. “Lie back, Ella. Don’t move. From right now until I say, you’re just a fuck doll, okay?”
