Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
I looked away sharply, embarrassed I told him that.
I felt like my skin had been stripped bare, showing my soul to everyone. It was a chink in my armor, rusty and tarnished. I thought I was stronger.
“It’s the good kind of wrong, Persephone.”
I closed my eyes and swayed where I sat.
I’ve never felt more fragile in my life.
“I feel like I’m not on solid ground.” I didn’t know why this exact moment propelled me forward, had everything breaking open, but here we were.
Me opening up to a man who most likely didn’t care. A man whom I had feelings for.
My adoptive uncle.
We sat in silence. Me because I didn’t know what to say. Him because I felt like he was trying to dissect me. I wondered what he’d find, what he’d see.
“I don’t feel like I’m in control.” I felt a heavy tear roll down my cheek and quickly wiped it away, hating that I was showing any kind of vulnerability in front of a man like Hades. “I don’t know what I need anymore.”
And the longer he stared at me, saying nothing, the more disjointed I felt.
“I know what you need.”
I felt something zing through my body, as if those words were a light switch and it turned on this intense, blinding illumination inside of me.
The light from the fire licked across his enormous form as he watched me. “Stand up, Bunny, and get naked for me. It’s now time for me to be in control.”
Chapter 16
Hades
“Hiding yourself from me only makes me harder.” I shifted and spread my legs slightly, letting her see the hard length of my cock punching against my slacks. “You’re so innocent, not wanting Daddy to see those perfect little breasts. Now, sweetheart.”
He smiled smoothly.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” I took another long drink and watched her over the rim. “I’m going to speak. You’re going to listen.” Her little nostrils flared from her anger, but she kept that pretty mouth shut. “You’re going to do every single thing I say without sass, without backtalk. And I’m going to watch you obey.”
“E-excuse me?” A look of shock was rooted on her face.
The flash of defiance in her eyes had my cock throbbing in response.
She was strong, but I was stronger. And we both knew this was what she wanted and needed.
But I welcomed the fight she’d give me. It turned me on more.
“And you are going to be a good girl and give me this because, deep down, you want to please me. Understand?”
She opened her mouth and closed it repeatedly. My girl was at a loss for words.
Corrupting her is going to feel so fucking good. I just wish Zachariah was here to see it.
But as that thought slammed into my head, it was quickly whisked away. Things were shifting, changing, completely rearranging inside of me so profoundly I didn’t feel like myself when I was around her.
I’d wanted to use her, ruin her for anyone else. I wanted her to cling to me, like I was the air in her lungs and the blood in her veins. All I’d been able to think about was leaving her cold, broken-hearted, and penniless. And I hadn’t planned on looking back.
But now… now none of that made sense.
“Go on, Bunny,” I cooed. “Show me how perfect you are.” Her cheeks turned pink from embarrassment.
I smoothed my fingers back and forth over the leather armrest. I was excited, so fucking eager to see how far I could push her.
“I-I’ve never been naked in front of anyone before,” Persephone whispered in a frightened voice.
“Oh, darling,” I said with a grin, my arousal heightening because of her fear of the unknown. “That changes here and now. Show Daddy what’s his.”
After I told Persephone to strip, a long minute of silence passed. The only sound filling the room was of the fire licking over the logs in the hearth.
I leaned back in the chair. I’d been waiting for this moment. The very fucking thought of her at my mercy, of doing what I said without hesitation, had me beating off morning and night. Fuck, even that wasn’t enough to sate my need for her.
I was constantly hard, my cock at half-mast until I was in private. And then the fucker got rock solid, knowing it was time to ease some of the pressure as I fantasized about Persephone and what I was about to make her do.
She stood and stared at me, her eyes wide, the long fall of her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. She was afraid. It was like an aphrodisiac to me. The ends of her hair were still damp from her shower, soft waves framing her face.
And she was breathing hard, the tight beads of her nipples stabbing through the threadbare sweater she wore.
I was already like granite, harder than I ever remembered being in my fucking life.