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)
And when the last drop was out of me and inside her, I groaned and leaned down to drag my tongue over her mouth and chin, lapping at the spilled alcohol.
I was panting by the time I had my mouth to her ear and said, “I’m going to fuck you so hard right now, Persephone. There isn’t a piece of you I’m not going to own when I’m done.”
Was fucking my pseudo-niece wrong? Abso-fucking-lutley. Did I give two shits? Not one bit.
“You’re trembling, Bunny,” I whisper-groaned against her mouth as I kept my lips pressed to hers, not kissing her, just letting her know that I could if I fucking wanted to.
“I’m afraid,” she finally murmured.
I closed my eyes and gathered my control. Hearing her say that was an aphrodisiac. I was a fucking sicko for getting off on those words.
Right now, I wasn’t thinking about breaking her because of Zachariah. Right now, I wasn’t worried about making her pay for her father’s sins. All I wanted was her. All I wanted to do was fuck her and see how much she bled for me.
With my hand on her throat, I pulled her up until she stood in front of me.
“Maybe you deserve something sweet and gentle for your first time.” I moved us over to the wall, using my hand on her neck to lead her to where I wanted her. “But I’m not going to give you that.”
I pressed my entire body against hers, forcing her against the wall, hearing her little body as it made contact. I was panting, harsh sounds leaving me because I couldn’t control myself right now.
“Ask me,” I demanded. “Ask me for it. Now.” Her lips were parted as she sucked in air, one of her hands wrapped around mine. But she didn’t remove me from her throat. Not that I’d let her, anyway.
“I want it, Hades,” she said, finally giving me what I wanted.
I had my mouth on hers and devoured her with that kiss. It was primal and raw, rough and demanding. Our teeth clashed together, and I plundered her between her lips like I’d be doing between her thighs in moments.
“Touch me,” I growled and went back to kissing her, and when she reached up and gripped my shoulders, digging her nails into my flesh, I hissed and kissed her harder.
I ground my erection against her belly, rolling my hips back and forth until I had to ease up or I’d come.
Endorphins and adrenaline rushed through my veins, and I grew high from them. I fed off of them and let all the dirty, filthy fucking need I had for this too young, far too innocent woman in my arms, rise to the surface and take control.
I snapped as I bit her lip, feeling her flesh become a part of me, hearing her gasp of pain, her low moan of pleasure.
When I pulled back, it was to run my thumb along my bottom lip and pull the pad back so I could see her blood smeared across my flesh. While staring in her eyes, I dragged my tongue over the pad, licking her blood.
“My good girl,” I purred, watching as she touched the split in her lip. She winced but, a second later, moved her tongue over the wound. “You make me feel primal, animalistic, Bunny.” I braced my hands on either side of her head and leaned in, licking her lips and drawing the rest of that bead of blood into my body.
“It’s hard not to hate you when you look at me so sweetly, like I hold your heart in my hands and can squeeze the life out of you.”
I flattened the entire length of my body against hers, and even though she wore the heels, I still towered over her. Dominated her.
“You’re mine.”
Chapter 17
Persephone
“It’s hard not to hate you when you look at me so sweetly, like I hold your heart in my hands and can squeeze the life out of you.”
I knew what he meant by those words. He hated my father, and because of that, his venom was now directed at me. My father’s daughter, a reminder of why—for whatever reason—Hades loathed him.
I should have slapped him, told him to fuck off, and locked myself in my room. I shouldn’t be naked with ridiculously expensive high heels on, waiting—and ready—to get fucked by this man.
When he told me he was going to take control, I’d disconnected, shut everything off, and told myself this was for me. Not him.
My thoughts were pushed aside when Hades leaned in and brushed his lips against the shell of my ear. He’d done this earlier, and it had felt so good, like he was touching me right between my legs.
“The things I want to do to you.”
His voice was guttural. Dangerous.