Page 10 of Pray for Scars
She’s still watching me.
Her eyes are bloodshot. I could smell the liquor on her. I watched her run from that hotel, as fast as her little feet would carry her. I wondered who she was running from.
Only for a second. It doesn’t take a lot of brain power to figure that shit out. But if I’ve got her, Jeremiah Rain can go fuck himself.
He’ll get his, too.
She presses her knees together—as if I don’t know what her perfect pussy looks like—and shifts her hips toward the door so she’s looking more fully at me.
Her dark hair grazes her shoulders, bare save for the thin straps of her tank top. Her skin has an olive complexion, but it’s so pale right now it makes me wonder when the last time she went out into the goddamn sun was.
And, like everything else about her—shadows smudged beneath her eyes, her dirty hair, the way her collarbone shows because she needs a good fucking meal—it only serves to make her even sexier.
Doesn’t help that I can see her hard nipples tenting beneath her silk top. Her tits are perfect, small and perky. Enough for them to jiggle if I slap them but not enough for her to think she needs to wear a bra every day.
But she fucking does.
I know Jeremiah Rain saw her like this, probably at the hotel tonight and definitely in his fucking mansion, and my fingers twitch as I think about breaking his neck all over again.
She sighs, loudly, and my eyes find hers again. She leans her head against the leather seat.
“Why am I here, Lucifer?” she asks me again.
When she says my name, I want to leap across this fucking center console, flip her on her stomach, and fuck her across these seats until shescreamsmy name, her voice hoarse in her throat because she can’t stop saying it.
I always hated my name.
My mom gave it to me, as my dad loves to remind me, and I wonder if she knew I needed to be a fucking demon to survive in their world.
But I don’t really remember my mom. And then she left me, and I was stuck with her curse to me:Lucifer.
But when Sid says it, my chest tightens, and I never want her to stop saying it. I want to hear it over and over again from those full lips of hers. Just like I want to see them wrapped around my dick, her on her knees before me.
I know she’ll get on her knees at Sanctum.
But it won’t be just for me.
I rest my forearm on the windowsill of the car and look away from her, watching Mav, Atlas and Ezra in the distance. I can’t hear them from this far away, can’t really see what they’re doing, but I imagine Mav is smoking a joint, Ezra is already wasted, and Atlas is laughing at something.
Cain still hasn’t emerged from his car. He’s probably built up a tolerance to fucking since he can’t seem to stop.
“You’ll see,” I answer her, finally. I dart a glance her way, see her eyes are closed, long, dark lashes nearly fanning her cheeks.
She doesn’t say anything, and I wonder if she’s asleep. I wonder if I’ll let her stay that way.
But then her lips part and she says, “Lucifer?”
I suck in a quiet breath, not wanting her to hear how my body reacts to her saying my name. “Yeah, baby girl?”
She doesn’t open her eyes. “Let me sleep for a minute?” She licks her lips and my dick is throbbing. “Then you can do whatever you want, okay? But just let me sleep.”
I rub my thumb against my sternum, trying to dislodge the emotions she stirs in me without even trying to. Trying to remember she’s going to end up dead at the end of all of this. A pale, broken body buried behind Sanctum.
Two weeks I’ve been looking for her, and two weeks I’ve been trying to forget what comes after me catching her.
“Say please,” I growl at her, still staring at her small body, unable to take my eyes away from her. Unable to scrub this feeling from my chest.
It isn’t my business.
