Page 106 of Pray for Scars
I take a deep breath.
I’d never really hurt her, but seriously?
Fuck’s sake.
I fold my arms across my chest, and my eyes dart from her to the ground and back again. Something explodes behind us, the heat blazing hotter for a flash, and I see the fire arc higher in the reflection in her eyes.
But I don’t care.
“Get on your knees.”
No surprise, she doesn’t.
I smile. “With my father now a cold body, I’mDominusin the church. It’s a stupid little tradition that I usually don’t give a fuck about, but right now, it means you’re going to kneel.”
She doesn’t move.
Fuck me.
I close the space between us again, and pull her away from the tree. She stumbles, but surprisingly, doesn’t fight me. I wonder if she’s as tired of this shit as I am. Maybe she’s in shock.
But I don’t have time to help her through that. Not right now. Right now, I need to save her life in the only way I know how to.
I lean in and whisper against her ear.
“Dominusmeans master. Master means power. Right now, you’ve got none. Get on your fucking knees.” I pull her down as I kneel beside her. She’s on all fours, and she shockingly doesn’t fight me, but she’s really not going to like what comes next.
She’s still staring at the fire, tears in her eyes.
My knee comes down between her shoulder blades, and I press her face against the dirt.
“We’re sick, Sid,” I whisper, hands knotting in her hair. “We’re sick, and there’s no cure for us.”
And then I pull the blade from my back pocket, slice it across my palm in anX, ignoring the sting of it, and force my hand against her mouth.
She’s flat against the ground underneath my knee, but she doesn’t open her mouth. She turns her head away, even as I feel the warm flow of blood, and know she’s smearing it on her goddamn face.
“Lilith, just fucking open your mouth.”
She turns her head again. I swear to God I hear her laugh. “No,” she says, finally talking. “Fuck no. I don’t know what you think you’re doing but—”
Butnothing. When you talk, your mouth opens. She should’ve known that. I force my hand between her teeth, and predictably, she bites down on my hand, sending pain lighting through me.
I don’t even care as she grits down as hard as she can. My blood is in her mouth. That’s all that matters.
Now for the hard part.
I rip my hand, painfully, from her mouth, and flip her over so she’s on her back. My blood is on her face, against her lips, a smudge of it against her cheek.
I feel my cock fucking harden looking at her like this, and to make matters worse, I have to straddle her, so she’ll stop trying to get away from me.
She must feel me against her because her eyes widen, and she stops moving as she stares up at me.
I sigh. “You really have to stop being so predictable, Lilith.” I think this beautiful girl likes sex more than I do.
I’m still straddling her, my knees on either side of her waist, but I’m trying not to rest against her body completely because she’s a hell of a lot smaller than me. I grab her hand, the knife in my other, and she curls her fist, because she must know what I’m about to do.
I sigh. “Sid, please.”
