Page 116 of Pray for Scars
I laugh, shaking my head, but I don’t say anything.
His warmth, his strength…I never want him to let go of me. No matter what we’ve done to each other.
He’s the one.
His lips find my ear. “You’re mine, Lilith. You’ve always been mine. And I’ll never let anyone get that close to you again, okay?”
I close my eyes, lean my head back against him.
He’s done terrible things. He would have killed my brother, too, if Maverick hadn’t saved him. Dropped him off at a hospital far away from here and left him.
He killed his father.
He did it all for me.
And it might make me just as sick as he is, but I fucking love it. I like him cold.
“Okay,” I say quietly.
His arms tighten around me and he breathes me in, inhaling against my neck. “You smell so fucking good.”
I smile, but don’t say a word.
“And Sid?”
“Hmm?” I ask quietly.
“We haven’t really made this clear, but…You’re not fucking anyone else. Not again.” He exhales and I actually feel him tense behind me. “You don’t need the money because you’ll never need money again in your life, and when you need someone to fuck you,I’m here.But no one else. I’ve had enough of that shit, okay?”
I nod.
“Say it,” he whispers in my ear, an edge to his words.
I spin in his arms and he leans back, his arms wrapped around my hips now as he looks down at me, his full lips pulled into a line, the top one fuller than the bottom.
He’s so goddamn beautiful.
“I’m yours, Lucifer Malikov.”
I mean, shit, I even agreed to take his last name because he really, really hated mine.
He doesn’t smile though. He presses his brow to mine. “That’s not what I want you to say.” His hand finds my neck. “I don’t want you fuckinganyonebut me, okay?”
I laugh, but bite my lip at the anger that flashes in those beautiful eyes. “I won’t fuck anyone but you, alright?” I shake my head, rest it against his chest.
He strokes my hair, one arm still around my waist. Tugging me to him.
“Seriously, Sid. I’ll forgive you everything. But I don’t want to fucking kill everyone in this town.”
I cock my head, my eyes narrowed. “Fine,” I say, and I mean it. “Fine. I’llonlyfuck you. If you make it worth my while.”
He blinks at that but before he can show me just how worth it he’ll make it for me, I keep talking. “But no more lettingOpheliaclimb into your lap, no more putting your fingers in her, or anyone except me, okay?”
A smile curves on his lips.
“None of that shit, you got it? And no more fucking Lover’s Death, unless it’s with me.”
He averts his eyes, and I have a sinking feeling in my gut, like he’s going to deny that last one for some unknown cult-y reason.
