Page 78 of Satan's Priest

“Good luck,” she whispered before she walked to the bleachers to watch the game.

“Thanks,” I mumbled. Samantha was already gone and didn’t hear me.

I slipped the jersey over my head and pulled it down at the bottom to put it into place. Sighing, I walked to the middle of the field and stood where Father Mark said I needed to go. I didn’t know much about soccer or the game’s terms and positions, so I was winging it here with what I needed to do.

The teams readied themselves on opposing sides of the field and began talking and laughing about whatever. I stood alone in my spot with my racing heart. I really,reallydidn’t want to do this. I sucked at sports and didn’t want to embarrass myself.

Movement caught my eye, and I turned my head. Lucien walked toward us from the tall mansion-turned-school. He wore his priest outfit, which should have been illegal because of how good it looked on him. He went straight to Father Mark, his hands in his pockets.

“I’ll take it from here,” he murmured. His voice went straight to my core and made my stomach growl.

Oh god. I wanted to cover my face with my hands to hide my embarrassment as he turned his head, an eyebrow raised at me before he smoothed out his face to show no emotion.

“Thank you, Father Lucien. I owe you,” Father Mark said before dipping his head in a nod. He handed over the clipboard and whistle, then left the field.

Lucien looked toward me again, and our eyes collided like some force kept bringing us back together. A muscle popped in his jaw.

I broke the stare and looked at everyone elsebuthim. My face tingled from his gaze, making goosebumps rise on my arms.

“Let’s begin!” Lucien blew the whistle.

My team had the soccer ball, and I awkwardly shifted my hands out while watching them rush to the other side of the field. They called out to each other, a few laughing as they played. My other classmates cheered from the bleachers and sidelines.

Someone came next to me, and I looked at them. It was Justin. He turned his gaze to me, a sneer on his face. “Heard you like getting on your knees, and I don’t mean to pray,” he said low enough for only me to hear.

“Go away,” I said.

“You’re going to burn in Hell, you whore.” The corner of his lip tipped up in a smirk like it made him happy that I would go to Hell.

“Whatever’s in store for me after I die is between me and God.”

He scoffed. “We’ll see about that. Stay safe, demon-girl, and watch your back.”

My mouth went dry, and I could only watch as he returned to his position on the opposing team.

How did he know about me being a demon?

“You gonna cry to Father Lucien?” Cindy taunted as she jogged past me and the others as they continued to play.

I glanced at Lucien, who wasn’t looking my way, but he must’ve felt my stare because he turned toward me, raising an eyebrow when I didn’t look away. Swallowing to wet my dry throat, I averted my gaze and followed the team as they played. I didn’t do much, but I pretended enough to pass this class. We played the rest of the game like that—me jogging, lost and confused, as my team did all the work.

I was useless.

The other team kicked the ball out of the cage between Josh’s moving feet. My heart hammered in my chest as the opposite team barreled toward me. A sea of red and blue crowded around me, and I turned, catching Lucien looking at me with a scowl.

I could almost hear what he was thinking. He was probably listing off reasons why I was a useless person and how I’d never make it as a succubus.

Staring at him made my stomach growl for the second time. My stupid mind wondered what having sex with Lucien would be like. Would he scowl at me while he fucked me? What would having his hands on me feel like? Would it be rough enough to leave bruises on my skin?

“Take him. Make him ours,”the thing inside me rasped.

A flash of blue and red jerseys flooded around me, and a large body slammed into me and knocked me to the ground. My head cracked against the hard earth. My ears rang, and I rolled to my side, my hand resting on the dirt beneath me to find some leverage to get back up. But I couldn’t move. Feet meant for the soccer ball kicked me instead, and someone got me in the stomach. All the air from my lungs rushed out, and I groaned.

“She’s down!” someone yelled.

I squeezed my eyes shut, gasping for air and trying to remain conscious.

Someone crouched down and grabbed my hair to lift my head from the ground. I cracked open my eyes, looking straight into Justin’s face.

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