Page 24 of Pray for Scars
Lucifer’s fingers around my throat tighten. “Don’t feel,” he says against my ear. “Don’t feel them.”
I try to twist my head, to turn to him, but he clamps down tighter, keeping me still.
“I-I can’t stop,” I whimper.
He traces my lips with his finger. “You can, if you try.” He pries my mouth back open, and I taste something bitter on my tongue. My heart pounds in my ears; the only sound I can hear save for Lucifer’s slow breathing at my back. I can’t hear the rest of them, but I still feel them.
I feel someone’s fingers push into my wet entrance, and I lift my hips to meet them.
“Do you want to make me happy, Lilith?” Lucifer asks, his tone angry, at odds with his words.
Two fingers, in and out of me, and Lucifer hooks his foot around my ankle, slides my legs wider apart, and I feel those fingers deeper inside me. My clit is swollen, aching, but no one touches me there.
I nod against Lucifer’s shoulder, his fingers still in my mouth, the bitter taste still on the tip of my tongue.
“Swallow.”
He trails his finger across my face, over my lips, down my throat, waiting to feel me do as he says.
And I do.
I swallow, something small sliding down my throat, and Lucifer murmurs his approval in my ear.“Good girl.”
His hand slides down my chest, he caresses my breasts, fingers teasing my nipples on the outside of his shirt on my body.
He goes lower, slides my leg with his wider, and I feel someone else’s hand on my inner thigh, someone’s fingers still working inside of me, making me pant.
“Bend your knees,” Lucifer whispers.
I do, giving whoever is fingering me more room to work, to go deeper into my walls.
“Come closer to me,” he commands me.
I scoot back against him, until I feel his erection pressing into my back, my bound hands on the cold ground between us.
The other hand on my thigh stills, and Lucifer leans closer to me, one hand floating over my stomach, beneath my shirt, keeping a possessive grip on me even as he lets his brothers touch me.
“Is it okay?” he asks me softly, kissing my neck, just below my ear.
I swallow, trying to think through the hands on me, through the darkness, through Lucifer’s nearness.
“Is w-what okay?”
“If both Maverick and Cain fingerfuck you at the same time?”
The hand on my thigh tightens, reacting to his question.
“Is it okay?” I counter, letting my head relax further against his shoulder, his fingers still on my low belly, one arm wrapped tight around my chest. “With you?”
Silence, and the fingers gliding in and out of me slow, and I move my hips, trying to get them to pick up the pace.
But then Lucifer laughs against my neck, trailing his warm tongue up to my lobe. He twirls his tongue around my ear before he answers.
“It’s cute,” he says softly, “that you think I give a fuck who fucks you.”
My body suddenly feels heavy, and I’m torn between running and surrender. Between getting as far away from Lucifer Malikov as I can, and from letting him fuck me up all over again.
But I bite my lip, wantingmoreof whatever this is, and I only nod my head in answer to his question.
