Pray for Scars (Unsainted, #2)

by K.V. Rose

“I like it when you run.” He leans down close, runs his mouth over my jaw. “Just so I can show you that every time,” his teeth scrape against my collarbone, “every fucking time, Lilith,” he picks his head up, eyes inches from mine, “I’m going to catch you.”

we’re keeping secrets and hoping the other bleeds first. So we can lick the wounds. Taste the trauma.

“You deserve the world. I’d burn it down before I let anyone give you less.”

you pray for scars. It means you fucking survived.

I know what it feels like to look for love in your tormentor, to make things a little easier.

This is no place for a hero. I’ve never needed one of those. Heroes back down when blood spills. Villains fucking dance in it.

“Do you understand? We’ll work this out, and you can hate me, and you can hurt me, but don’t leave me.”

But you can fall apart with me, Lilith. Okay? You can fucking fall apart and I’ll put you back together, over and over and over again, scars and all.”

“No one else’s. Ever. We’re done. This is it. Hate me, love me, fuck me, run from me. I don’t care. You’re stuck with me.”