Page 208 of Like Grim Death: Part One
My chest heaves, but I don’t speak.
He gently taps the side of my face, like a slap, but it doesn’t hurt. “Answer me.”
I glance at Maverick again. He curves a brow, like he’s waiting for me to obey.
“But…why?” My heart is nearly bursting as I stare at him, sure he’ll stop this.
Mavy tilts his head. “It’s okay,” he whispers, no longer smiling. “I need you to be someone I can’t respect tonight.”
The whole entire room is spinning. Myworld.I have the sudden urge to cry. What does this mean for the morning? What happens then?
“Lie back,”Atlas commands me, and somehow, his controlling tone is easier for me to obey now, when I’m feeling lost.
I can do nothing but what he said, and I drop my hands to my sides as Atlas releases his grip on my hair.
He steps back, glancing at me. “Take off your shirt.”
Swallowing hard, I cross my arms over my chest and do just that, my breasts cold as the air hits them, my nipples drawing into sharp points. I set my shirt down beside me, crossing my arms over my chest. Atlas smirks at me then looks over at Maverick. “See? She can still be shy for you.”
My face grows hot, and so does the need between my thighs. It’s like I can feel my pulse there. Like I’mfloating, floating, floating.Drugged, Atlas said.
I think he meant it. And his next words are for me.
“Prop your feet up on the bed, bend your knees.”
I move slowly, but I listen to everything he says like I couldn’t disobey if I wanted to. Like his commands are a lifeline to being okay again.
“Let us see you.” Atlas still stares at Maverick.
I widen my knees.
“Grab your ankles.”
I do, feeling the sharp bones beneath my fingers as I wait, the air hitting my nipples, my wet, spent pussy.
In the back of my mind, that nudging grows stronger.Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea. In the morning, he’ll hate you.
But theotherfeeling is louder.It feels so good. Give in. He told you to.
“Will she bite?” Atlas’s voice is soft as he speaks to Maverick.
Maverick just laughs, a dark, wicked thing as Atlas’s eyes come back to mine.
“If you ask her nicely.”
Atlas steps closer, his gaze coming to mine. “I’m not asking her for anything nice.” He nods his head. “Wider,” he commands me, staring into my eyes.
I widen my knees, completely exposed to him.
Atlas grins. “Such a good girl,” he says softly. Then he’s pushing down his sweats with the heel of his hand as he pulls out his cock again, stroking himself. He steps between my thighs, positioning his dick at my entrance. His hand comes to my pussy lip and he tugs on it, letting it go to humiliate me.
“God, look at this,” he says, his voice thick with lust as Maverick comes closer, his hand still gripping the gun, his shoulder brushing Atlas’s as they stare down at me.
Atlas gently slaps the inside of my thigh, then my pussy, and before I can yelp, he’s pushing his cock into my soaking wet hole.
My back arches off the bed, and I grip my ankles tighter, my chin lifted, my eyes nearly rolling back into my head as Atlas fills me up, stretching me as he pushes in, hitting deep.
“Good job, little cunt,” he whispers, but I hear the groan hidden in his words, and it turns me on more, knowing I’m affecting him like this.
