Page 96 of Lourdes & the Mafia
“Faster!”
Fire nips at my heels and I yelp, pumping my legs harder beneath me, giving myself a small burst of speed.
“Faster! Anticipate the movements! Force your magic out!”
Fuck! This is torture.
If I would’ve known what he meant by a proper teacher, I would havenopedright the fuck out.
Running?
Kane truly is a psycho.
Who runs nowadays?
Sadists, that’s who.
Dios, my thighs are fucking burning, and it feels like my heart is about to summersault its way out of my throat.
“This is bullshit!” I scream out to the Lord of the Pit.
Fire explodes around me and I flinch, dodging the flames and running again. I’m sure the sweat has slid from beneath my boobs to create rivers against my fucking shirt. My thighs are chafing with each push of my leg and I’m pretty pissed knowing it’ll probably leave a rash. Had I known he was going to make me run, I would’ve rubbed fucking deodorant to avoid the chafe.
“Less talking, more magic.”
I can’t see him, but I can hear the smile in his voice.
Sadist.
Only sadists take pleasure in watching something like this, and I’m petulant enough to want no fucking part of it anymore.
I screech to a stop, palms slapping against my thighs as I gulp in ashy air. It doesn’t matter. My body will take what it can get.
Even if it means the burning skin of sinners.
I barely catch my breath before I’m yanked backwards by what feels like thick, coiled rope.
“Joder!” I’m whipped around and come face to face with a furious Kane.
“Is this a fucking joke to you?” he growls in my face, hovering near the edge of touching but not quite.
I have the urge to reach my palms out and shove him. To watch him get fucking blasted back for getting up in my grill like he is now.
Fuck this shit.
“Yeah, I find running through The fucking Pitsoooohilarious.” My eyes roll so hard, I can see my fucking brains in the back of my head. “What the fuck do you think? You think I find running fun? It’s the equivalent to getting a goddamn yeast infection.”
He doesn’t recoil at my words like I expect, though it seems like very little phases him when he’s in this mood. When he’s in the role of torturer and ready to impart punishment.
He’s been in this mood since we got back from Sinful. While I don’t blame him for keeping his distance, there’s a sliver of hurt inside me. After what we shared, what we agreed to do…
And now he can barely look at me, and when he does, it’s with nothing but disdain.
Fine.
Two can play at that game, I suppose.
“Your life is on the line here, Lourdes, and you aren’t even trying.”
