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)
She was breathing so hard, her eyes wide. Poor little thing was terrified.
“I had Judge Martin Wilcox sign over guardianship to me. Nasty fucker didn’t have a choice. It was either he did what I said, or there would be repercussions to his disobedience in the form of all his dirty little secrets coming to light.”
She shook her head, trying to deny any of this, as if the simple act would change the outcome. I watched her throat work as she swallowed, no doubt picturing all the deliciously dirty things we’d done together.
“All this for revenge?”
Although she phrased it like a question, I could hear in the tone of her voice she already knew the truth.
“You used me.” She kicked her chin up as if she were better than me, as if she just got the best of me. “You act like you don’t care if my father sees what you’re doing, but I know you do.”
I chuckled darkly. “Oh sweetheart, I don’t need anybody to witness what I do. The very knowledge that I fucked Zachariah’s daughter, popped her little cherry and made her bleed all over my cock, is enough to give me immense pleasure.” I didn’t bother telling her about Michael. It wasn’t as if she had any kind of real relationship with the asshole anyway.
“You’re a sick bastard.” Her voice was so soft.
“Without a doubt.” I grinned to let her know I heard her loud and clear and agreed.
She took a steadying breath as if coming to some kind of resolve. “What my father did to you… my grandfather…” She sounded like she was in pain as she closed her eyes and tightened her little hands into fists. “It was heinous. Deplorable.” She opened her eyes and whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
Shock slammed into me. She believed me. There was no question in her tone, not her implying that I lied. She believed me just on my words alone and that had my chest tightening in my heart racing.
“I don’t need your sympathy,” I hissed out, my rage bubbling over.
“But you have it regardless.”
No one ever gave a shit about me. No one ever apologized for what happened to me as a child. I’d never had anyone take my word for what it was, who didn’t wonder what other meaning they held
“But that doesn’t excuse or give you the right to manipulate things. To use me.” Her voice cracked on that last part and I swallowed as that unfamiliar pain filled me once more.
But I grappled with my cold apathy, knowing it was the only thing that kept me grounded.
Until her.
I shrugged, my grin still in place. Her hating me would make this better. Easier. It reminded me why she was here in the first place.
Just a tool to use, an object to exact my revenge.
Liar.
Fucking lies.
I want Michael to see how broken I can make her.
“What can I say?” I lowered my head and made a harsh sound in my throat. “I’m an opportunist and you were the greatest fucking opportunity I couldn’t pass up. But it felt good when I used you, didn’t it? You came so hard on my cock as I fucked you like my little whore.”
I anticipated her tears. What I did expect was the fury in her eyes as she slowly walked around the bed to come to stand right in front of me.
She still held the sheet around her lithe little body, her nipples staring through the Egyptian cotton. My cock started thickening and I grinned.
I was curious what my little Bunny would do.
“Maybe I’m the one who used you? Maybe I’m the one who fucked you?”
I started chuckling, loving this sass from her. I leaned in so we were eye-to-eye. “Nah, baby, I’m always the one doing the fucking. My cock covered in your honey after you come is proof of that.” I snapped my teeth at her and growled, my dick now stiff and pointed right at her.
She was fast, my little Bunny. Her hand struck out and connected with my left cheek, harder than I thought she was capable of. I was taken off guard. My head whipped to the side from the impact.
“Fuck you, Hades.”
I slowly turned my head so I was looking at her, my grin slipping from my face. My heart was thundering, my cock was throbbing.
“We already played that game, Persephone. And I won.”
She went to slap me again but I reached out and gripped her wrist. It wasn’t hard, but it was firm and she gasped, trying to pull her hand away. “You were a means to an end. I was going to use you, ruin you. I was going to make you dependent on me, so by the time you turned twenty-one and had access to your inheritance, it wouldn’t have made a fucking difference. All you would’ve seen was me.” That last word was a roar from me.