Page 61 of Pray for Scars
She growls, a low sound in her throat, but she doesn’t move.
“I know you hate me right now, Lilith.” I bite my lip, see some of the fight leave her in the way her shoulders sag, the way her grip on my arm loosens. “And I’m sorry. About how you found out about me, about my father, about…” I close my eyes, swallowing. “About what you heard upstairs at my house.”
She flinches with those words, but her eyes stay on mine.
I have to have her, right now. I would never force her, but I can’t let her leave here without being with her one more time. I hope, after this, she runs far away. I hope I can find the nerve to undo the 6, to plead my case, make them accept her.
Because I’m done with this bullshit.
I brush my mouth against hers, and she doesn’t react. Doesn’t move. “I wished she was you,” I say against her soft lips. “I wished she was you and yeah, I touched her,” I press my dick against her and hear her sharp intake of breath. “But she didn’t fucking touch me.”
I run my lips over hers again, and her fingers tighten once more on my arm. “She didn’t touch me, because I’m yours. Whatever happens between us, wherever this goes…” I tip her chin up, pressing closer to her. She blinks up at me and my God, I want her on her fucking knees, looking at me just like this. “Whatever happens, Lilith, whether you hate me or not, when you can’t stand the fucking sight of me, when you leave here and you wanna fuck your brother just to get back at me,” I grip her tighter, “I’m yours. And you’re fucking mine.”
She drops my hand and stares up at me for a moment, wide-eyed and looking so lost it nearly breaks my fucking heart.
“When I leave here?” she asks, her voice hoarse.
“Yeah,” I whisper, tilting my head, running my tongue over her jaw, up to her ear. “When you leave here.” I feel her shiver against my body. “After I’m done fucking you.”
I wait, see if she’ll try to push me away. See if this isn’t what she wants. Not right now. Maybe not ever again.
But after a moment, she comes crashing into me, her lips all over mine, her mouth parting open for me.
I groan against her mouth as my hands slide under her shirt, and she lifts her arms, lets me pull her shirt and hoodie off again. I let them drop to the ground and then I drop to my knees, unlacing her boots, pulling them off as she lifts her feet for me, one at a time. I flick open the button of her pants, and she steps out of them until she’s only in her black lace panties.
I grab the back of her thighs, stare up at her as she threads her fingers through my hair.
My cock is fucking throbbing and on my knees in front of her, I can smell her. A scent I can’t fucking get enough of.
I bring my mouth to her thigh, to the scar I carved into her skin a year ago. I open my mouth, run my tongue down it, and bite her, hard enough for her fingers to knot in my hair, a little gasp coming from that pretty fucking mouth.
I suck against the bite, soothing it, then stand to my feet and pick her up, bringing her down the hall and into Maverick’s living room.
I drop her on the couch, and her hand comes to my dick, over my jeans. She palms me, sitting on the edge of the seat, looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes.
I bite my knuckles, and I see her entire demeanor has changed. She’s softer, less angry, more eager. I don’t know if it’s for me, or because Sid Rain just really likes to fuck, but either way…
I can’t do this.
I can’t do soft. Not right now. Because when I’m done with her, I’m letting her go. And I know she’s going back to him. I know it, just as I know that right now, that’s the best fucking place for her to be.
And I can’t stand that thought.
I grip her hair in my hand, tugging her face to my dick. Her hand stills on me for a second, and she cocks her head, a small frown on her lips.
“Lilith,” I growl her name and grab her, running my thumb across her nipple, roughly. “You want me to play with you?”
She nods her head, her fingers going for the button of my jeans.
I pull her hair tighter, slamming the side of her face against my hips. “I don’t play nice, okay?”
I swear to God I see her smile in the dim lights trailing in from the hallway. “I don’t like nice,” she says.
“Good.”I pull her down from the couch by her hair, force her on her knees on the dark carpet of Mav’s living room.
I unzip my jeans with one hand, pull them down and my boxers at once, letting my aching cock go free.
Her eyes widen at the sight of it, her mouth only inches from me.
