Page 96 of Like Grim Death: Part One
Just like the ones I left on Sid to ruin the scar on her hip.
I squeeze my eyes tight to hold onto it.Anger.I want to let it burn, but it’s like trying to start a fire in a rainstorm.
I keep striking the match though, and I think of how I’m trying my fuckingbestto fuck up that fuckingJ.I think of how she wanted to name our son Rain.
For a second, there was a roaring in my ears when she mentioned it. It was like I couldn’t breathe. It was like I was drowning.
“It was my last name. It wasme,for so long.” Her silver eyes lift to mine. “It’s how Isurvived.”
Now, I can’t imagine his name being anything else.
Rain.Stay in my head, baby boy. Keep me away from this. But he can’t because this profane, sick shit is no place for him.
The girl’s chest pushes against my own, slicing apart my thoughts, breaking them as easily as fingers darting through cobwebs. My memories disintegrate because my family doesn’t belong in my reality. They’re too good for this.
I’m still clothed though, I feel the vibrations of material on my skin, but I’m starting to think… she isn’t.
She moans my name.“Lucifer.”Russian. That’s the accent.
She keeps grinding herself over my cock, and my blood runs hot. It feels good, and I want to hate her.I fucking hate you.But the words have no meaning as my head seems to trail from my body, floating up to the ceiling of this dark room.
The music keeps playing.
Since I can’t seem to find the emotion for anger in my body, I hold onto the beat.Stay away from this. Stay far away.
She licks my lips, and I keep them pressed together. Then her hand comes between us, dipping into my sweats and my boxers.
I try to move, throwing my body weight, but this chair is cemented to the fucking floor, and the chains rattle against my arms, my legs.
I grit my teeth as she strokes my bare cock, running her thumb over the tip.
“Give in,” she whispers against my mouth. “Let me make you feel good.You deserve it, Lucifer Malikov.”Her voice curves around my name like her tongue would curve around my cock. “You deserve good things. You’re going tolead.You’re going toownall of us.” She strokes me faster, and a groan leaves my throat. I try to bite it back, but when my lips part, she’s kissing me, running her bottom lip over my mouth, her fingers in my hair, her hand pumping me harder.
“You will be the one they answer to.Youwill have all the power, Lucifer.”
She shifts her center and starts to ride my thigh, moaning against my mouth again, and for a second… I relax.
It feels good.Shefeels good. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and I need some kind of forbidden release. I’m on edge with everything happening so fast around me. With Ella, andOrtus,a secret I’m keeping. Even from my wife.
She loves me. I know she fucking does.
But this…God, this feels so fucking good.
“Let me make you feel good.”It’s like this girl can read my mind. Like our thoughts are snared.She drops her hand down to my shoulder, then lifts her hips.
I feel her cunt, the heat of her, hovering at the tip of my dick. I can feel how slick she is too, when she runs my head along her slit.
Fuck, fuck,fuck.
Another groan leaves me, my stomach clenching with desire. I yank tighter against my chains and they bite into my wrist.
No, no, no.If I can’t be angry, I can feel grief, can’t I? The ways this will break my wife apart.
“Stop.” I say it. It comes out strangled, but it’s there.“Get the fuck off me.”My voice breaks, but I know she hears me, because the moment before she fucks me, she stops.
But not quite.
She brings her hands back to my shoulders, then she’s riding me with her wet cunt, nothing between us, but I’m not inside of her.
