Page 155 of Boy of Ruin
I could’ve fucking tried.
But then I think about Lucifer leaving Jeremiah in that cage, and I don’t know what to feel anymore. What to think.
What to do.
Maverick’s fingers dig in deeper against my forearm as Ella’s lips linger on my brow, but he doesn’t say anything, and when she leans back up, her hand still pushing back my hair, his grip loosens.
“I’m going to take care of my father,” he says, his voice full of barely contained anger as he stares at me. “But first, we need to talk about Ignis.”
“I don’t want to—”
His hips grind against my pelvis as he leans closer, gently placing his hand over my mouth. The hand with my name on it.
I try to feel nothing at his dick against me.
Try, and fucking fail.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
He doesn’t smile at me, doesn’t give any indication he knows what I’m feeling, even though it’s impossible to miss and I’m sure he and Ella both know that.
“Unfortunately, Angel, I don’t care what you want.” He drags his hand down my lips, to my throat, running his thumb over the hollow of it. “You’re going to be there, because it’s for you.”
I arch a brow, my pulse pounding too fast, and I know, underneath his hand, he can feel it.
I avoid looking at Ella as his cock grinds against the seam of my sweats.
His movement is subtle, and I think he’s just shifting his hips but fuck.
“An initiation. And as Lucifer’s wife,” he glances at my hand by my side, “more than that, you’ve got to be there.” He looks at Ella, but I keep staring at him.
“Don’t worry, pretty girl. Next year’s is for you.” He smiles at her, and I’m sure she returns it, but I don’t look away from my brother.
He turns his head, gaze back on mine, hand still around my throat. “We’ll have extra guards here, on the lookout for…anything unusual. And I know you’re worried about Jeremiah.” He leans down close to me, his mouth against my cheek as he says his next words. “When Ignis is through, I’ll make sure we find him, too. So you can give him a proper fucking goodbye.”
I open my mouth to protest, but his hand is back over it, drowning out my words.
“For now, he can look after himself. He’s a big boy.” Mav presses his lips to my cheek, drags his mouth to my ear. “Lucifer, though? Not so much. He needs you.”
“Why don’t you go upstairs?” Atlas’s voice startles me out of my thoughts.
I flinch, turning to look over my shoulder at the back door of Liber. I’m on the steps leading out to the parking lot, no one out here but guards, all six of them keeping an eye on me of course.
I can hear music thudding from the stone mansion at my back and I pick at another blade of grass, turning away from Atlas.
He’s got on a backwards cap, and I briefly wonder where Natalie is. I haven’t seen her at all tonight. Then again, as soon as Mav, Ella, and I parked here, I made off to disappear. First to the bathroom, then when I was sure Lucifer was getting fucked up somewhere without me, I came out here.
“I’m good here,” I tell Atlas dismissively as I stare back out at the parking lot.
I hear nothing but the heavy bass for a moment, then Atlas’s steps as he approaches and my stomach sinks. Atlas is nice. The nicest one of them all, but I don’t really want to talk.
He sits down beside me with a sigh, and I catch the scent of his cologne. Something aquatic.
He’s got his elbows on his knees, hands dangling between them as he stares out into the night.
“You okay?” he asks softly.
I roll my eyes, unseen by him. “Obviously not.”
