Page 63 of Pray for Scars
I get on my knees, slap my hand over her nipple. “Turn around.”
She does as I say, her ass toward my face.
“Spread your legs, arch your back.”
She does, and I have a perfect view of her slick lips and her tight ass. I slap her ass, hard, and she flinches, but keeps her head down, glancing back at me.
I run a finger down her slit and groan. “God, you’re so fucking wet for me.” I lean down, spread her lips apart with my fingers, see her pink, swollen clit. I blow on it and she moans, arching her back more, giving me better access.
I pinch her clit between my fingers, then push two into her.
“But this isn’t about you, Lilith,” I say to her, leaning back as I pump my fingers in and out of her wet slit. “Because I didn’t let that girl touch me, foryou.” I slide my fingers out, nudge her knees further apart and bring the tip of my cock to her pussy. “Now you’ve got to finish what I didn’t let her start.”
I slide into her, leaning over and grabbing her hair, jerking her head up.
She moans, and God, she’s so fucking tight as she clenches her walls against me as I slam in and out of her, the sound of my hips slapping against hers so fucking loud in Mav’s house.
Maverick.
He fucking fucked her, and probably just like this.
I pull her hair harder, her throat exposed to the ceiling, and she can barely moan, the sounds coming out hoarse from the angle of her throat.
“Say my name, Lilith.” I’m coming close, and when I finish in her, Ineedto hear her saymy name. I need her to think aboutme.“Say you’re mine. Tell me who you belong to.”
I slap her ass, still yanking her head up to the ceiling.
I slow my pace, feeling the build-up, my muscles tensing. But I need her to say it. I need to know that right now, I own her.
She’s fucking mine.
“Lucifer,” she finally manages to say, the word coming out choked. “Fuck,Lucifer. I’m yours,” she lets out a low sound that makes me bite my lip, “only yours.”
I finish inside of her, dropping her hair, spreading her ass wide as I go in deep, hoping that maybe this time I’ve fucked her up enough that those last words she said with me inside of her? She won’t have a choice but to mean them.
Chapter Fifteen
I maketo push open the door, but he grabs my wrist, pulls me against him, my hands on his chest. He lifts one up, running his thumb over my palm, eyes narrowed. I glance down, see where I squeezed the knife in my hand when I first saw Jeremiah at Nicolas’s.
His eyes don’t leave mine. He already saw it.
My heart thuds in my chest, my head still swimming from what we just did. It was a mistake, because I’m leaving again. A mistake, because he’s letting me.
Why?
He brings my fingers to his mouth, sucks on each one softly, eyes boring into mine. I try to focus on him, on where I’m going next. On how I learned nothing I came here to find out.
How I don’t care.
“Who did this?” he asks me, flipping my hand and running his tongue over the shallow cut on my palm. It stings with his warm tongue flicking against my skin. But I don’t want him to stop.
I shake my head. “I…” I take a shaky breath as he uses his teeth instead, tearing against the cut. I feel the wound open, and he tastes my blood, a soft groan coming from his throat as he stares at me, waiting for an answer. My eyes flutter closed as I try to concentrate. “It was…me,” I finally say. “It was me.”
The lazy way he tasted my blood with his mouth stops, and he lowers my hand between us. “Look at me.”
I do. The intensity in his eyes startles me. The anger. The…fear?
“If anyone ever hurts you again,” he smiles at me, and I see blood on the corner of his mouth.Mine.“They’ll pay for it, Lilith.” He pulls me closer, leans down so his warm breath is against my ear when he says, “Including you.”
