Page 9 of Pray for Scars
“Tell me to stop, tell me you don’t like being fucked with a blade, baby, and I’ll stop. I’m not a monster.”
But you are.
You are.
I can’t say a word, but my fingers find the dirt at my sides, nails digging in as I feel myself clenching around theknifeinside of me.
“Looks like she really enjoys that,” Mayhem says in a low voice behind Lucifer. “When you’re done fucking her up, I want my turn.”
Lucifer doesn’t say anything. He just keeps sliding the knife’s handle in and out of my pussy, keeps circling my clit with his gloved fingers.
“Open your eyes,” he says, and his warm tongue flicks across my bottom lip.
I don’t.
He shoves the blade further inside of me and I gasp, my eyes flying open. I see him staring at me, watching, his black brows pulled together in anger.
“Come for me,” he growls, his voice hoarse. “And don’t you dare fucking look away when you do. I want to see what kind of face you make when you finish all over this knife.” He licks his lips. “I want to remember it when I’ve got your blood all over my hands.”
Chapter Three
I don’t takeher to Sanctum just yet.
I need to make sure my father isn’t there, and besides that, my brothers are at the strip.
For now, she’s in the passenger seat of the M5, hands zip tied in front of her because I don’t fucking trust her.
Maverick is in his grey McLaren behind me, flying up my ass like a dick, and when we pull onto the dirt road that leads to the drag strip, he flies around me, ripping up grass and gravel as he does.
I see the floodlights illuminating the black line of asphalt that stretches perpendicular to the parking lot I pull into. Atlas’s white Range Rover is at the line, because he’s an idiot. Ezra is there, too, but his Audi is in the shop because he wrapped it around a tree a month ago and has been bumming rides with Atlas because he’s usually either drunk or catching shit on fire.
Cain’s black Camaro ZL1 is in the lot, too, and I can’t see up in his window because his tint is too dark, but I imagine he’s fucking a girl he doesn’t know in there or watching her ride the gearshift.
Mav drives past the lot, wheeling up beside Atlas’s Range, even though it’s no contest. We all know how the fuck that will go.
I put the car inPark, bring my lit cigarette to my lips as I roll down the window, letting the cool November air in.
I hear Mav’s engine roar. As it dies down, I hear bass thudding from Cain’s car, a few feet from mine. I think I hear a chick moaning, too.
I inhale, watching the cherry grow bright, then exhale through my nose as I turn to face her.
Her silver eyes are on mine, her pink lips tugged into a frown. She’s got a nose that’s slightly upturned, narrow and fucking perfect.
I wonder what it will feel like to watch the 6 break it.
I wonder if I’ll shatter every bone in their hands before they get a chance.
“Why am I here?” she asks me. She hasn’t tried to run yet. The doors are locked, but she hasn’t even unbuckled her seatbelt yet.
It’s almost as if the fight has gone out of her.
It’s too early for that.
I look away from her, taking a drag from my cigarette again. Her voice, soft and low, does things to my dick. I adjust myself through my black sweats, not bothering to hide it from her. She knows what she does to me.
I wonder if she knows, too, that it can’t save her.
I finish the cigarette, pinch it between my gloved thumb and index finger and toss it out the window before I turn back to her.
