Page 81 of Pray for Scars
His eyes narrow. “Shut the fuck up.”
“Your favorite words,” I point out. “Is that what she said when she touched you—”
He slams his fist above my head again, then his hand trails slowly to my throat. He presses his brow to mine. “It wasn’t your stepmom that touched you, was it, Sid? It was your foster dad that slipped his hands down your panties? Was it him that got you wet first?” His voice is little more than a whisper, and I’m barely breathing. “Is that where you found out you loved dick so much you wanted to get paid to ride it?”
I swallow down my anger. My surprise that he knows. He wants me angry. He wants me thrown off. “I made my past mine,” I say instead, trying to keep my voice calm. But the smirk on his face says he can feel my pulse beneath his hand. “I made myself stronger because of it. But what did you do, Lucifer?” I step closer to him and his grip tightens on my throat. “You still work for the man that denied you. I don’t work for anyone. I make men work for me.”
He laughs, low and cold. “Is that what you think you do?” His hand tangles in my hair and he pulls my head back gently.
“Get the fuck off of her,” Jeremiah growls, but he doesn’t move. He doesn’t try to help me.
Something is wrong.
Lucifer laughs again. “You didn’t want my money, did you Sid? Or Maverick’s? Was that free labor? Letting us both slide into you?” His mouth comes to my throat. “Are you trying to fuck your foster dad out of you, Sid? Because I can help you. Me and Jeremiah both can, if you want it.”
I don’t know what I expect after those words, but it definitely isn’t the silence that rings through this room. Silence, save for my own breathing, the distant music playing from the club. I can’t see Jeremiah past Lucifer’s towering form, but I expected to hear him. I expected him to say something.
But there’s nothing.
Just...silence.
And Lucifer’s eyes are on me.
Lucifer presses himself closer to me, and places both of his hands on the wall, on either side of my head, gun in one hand.
“Is that what you want?” he whispers. He licks his lips and cocks his head, eyes searching mine. “I know I interrupted something when I walked in here.” His mouth pulls into a smile. “But we can start where you two left off, if you’d like. It isn’t so wrong, Lilith. Not anymore. Not now that you know the truth. It’s okay.”
I take a deep breath, still waiting to hear Jeremiah say something.
But he doesn’t.
Lucifer trails one hand down my cheek, the gun still in the hand on the wall over my head.
“Lucifer…” I should say something besidesthat.Something likeNoorStop, but I…can’t. I don’t want to.
His hand rests against my face, and then he smooths back my hair, his eyes never leaving mine. “What, baby?” he asks me quietly. “What do you want? Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.”
My brows pull together and I frown. “But you…” He didn’t want this. He looked as if he absolutely hated the idea of me having slept with Jeremiah, despite the fact we aren’t actually related. More than anything else he knows about me, he looked like he hated that the most. And now…
He sighs. “This one time,” he says quietly. “This one time, I’ll let you fuck him. If you want to.”
I still don’t hear Jeremiah say a fucking word.
Lucifer presses a kiss against my brow, then down my nose, over my lips. “What do you want?” he asks me quietly.
My eyes flutter closed. “I don’t know.”
Silence for just a second, and then, “Do you want to know what I want?”
I’m going to regret this.
But I nod.
“I want you on your knees in front of Jeremiah. I want his dick down your throat.” Something cold rests against my shoulder, through the sheer fabric of my shirt, and I flinch.
“Open your eyes.”
I do. The gun is resting against my skin. Not in a threat, but as if he can’t hold it up anymore.
