Page 36 of Pray for Scars
My stomach flips.
I look back at the guy in the water, waiting for me.
I turn around, giving them both a good view of my ass.
And then I flip.
I arch my back, head down, legs flipping through the air, hands by my side. I close my eyes, letting my stomach flutter, feeling my pulse fly, and then my legs are gliding through the water, hands come over my sides, steadying me. Water splashes up my face, on my chest, and the man’s hands glide down my torso, resting just above my bikini.
People clap and cheer, someone whistles, but I ignore them.
I take a breath, a smile on my lips as I spin in the guy’s arms, wrapping my own around his neck. His eyes are dark green, he’s got a splash of freckles on his nose, and he’s smiling at me.
“Damn,” he whispers, eyes darting to my mouth before trailing back to my eyes. “That was hot.”
I press closer to him, until I’m brushing against his chest.
His hands tighten on my low back.
“What’s your name?” I ask him softly, tilting my head, my heart still racing from adrenaline.
He angles his own head, eyes flitting to my mouth again. “London,” he answers me, pressing me against his warm, wet body. My fingers graze the back of his neck. “What’s yours, baby?” He licks his lips and my core tightens.
“Lilith!”
I hear Lucifer bark my name, at my back, meaning he got his ass up out of that chair after all.
I ignore him.
“My name is—”
“Lilith.”This isn’t a bark. It’s a command.
The entire fucking party goes quiet save for the music playing, nowLucky Youby Eminiem and Joyner.
Even London’s hands on my low back loosen as he looks over my shoulder. I swear to God I see fear flash in his eyes. “Uh oh,” he whispers, not letting me go completely. “Your master wants you back.”
My jaw clenches at those words and I want to slap the shit out of this guy. Instead, I twist in his arms, trying to turn around so I can see Lucifer before I drag his ass into this pool and drown him. But the guy doesn’t let me go.
I push against his chest. “Fuck off,” I growl at him, but his brows narrow, and his grip tightens.
“You gonna go crawling back to him after he fucked O?” London challenges me.
Who the fuck does this guy think he is?
My chest tightens, and even though the water is warm, I feel suddenly really, really fucking cold.
“Let me go.” I shove him back, but he pulls me with him in the water, sinking down into it so I’m floating in his arms.
“London,” Lucifer snaps, and I feel all eyes on us, the hairs on my neck standing on end. “If you don’t get your hands off of her, you won’t get out of this water still breathing.”
London releases me. Immediately. I stumble back, hear a splash, and then arms wrap around me, covering my breasts, one on my bare stomach.
“What’re you doing, Sid?” Lucifer growls in my ear, his grip tightening.
I close my eyes at his nearness. His slick body against mine. “Fuck you.”
His teeth scrape against my shoulder. “If you insist.”
