“You’re too fucking good for me.”

  He smoothed his hands up and down my back, an act so gentle it went against the brutality of what we’d just done.

  “You’re an angel, and I’m the devil. But I still won’t let you go. I’m too damn selfish.”

  I was drowsy and sated as he lifted me into his arms and strode out of the library and upstairs. When he stepped inside the room, I stirred slightly and looked around.

  “This isn’t my room,” I murmured sleepily, the warm feeling of his whiskey-scented breath over the crown of my head wanting to draw me back to that languished rest.

  His arms tightened around me.

  “No. It’s mine.” He laid me in the center of the bed and covered me with the blankets.

  I stared up at him, my eyes feeling far too heavy to keep open, my body sore but sated.

  “This is where you belong.”

  I could smell him all around me. In this room, on my skin. It helped pull me into that strange darkness I didn’t want to leave.

  And with those thoughts, my eyes drifted closed on their own, and I sighed in contentment.

  And just before sleep took over, I heard Hades rumble in his deep voice.

  “I’ve never felt anything more right than seeing you like this. In my bed.”

  I was good and screwed where Hades was concerned.

  Chapter 18

  Hades

  I stood at the side of the bed, staring down at Persephone. She was so tiny on my mattress, her dark hair fanned out over the white sheets.

  She looked fucking perfect. The urge to crawl in next to her was strong, to envelop her in my arms and bury my face in her neck as I inhaled deeply, and was riding me so hard I had to curl my fingers tightly into fists to stop myself from doing just that.

  I’d taken control of her tonight, made it so she didn’t have to think. She only had to feel. I’d seen her unravel right before my eyes, the events of the night with that piece of shit Trevor and the situation with losing her parents finally boiling over until she couldn’t control it anymore.

  I’d done a good job of putting up a wall around me my entire life. I wanted to break down those bricks, rip them away with my bare hands until I was a bleeding, broken mass in front of her.

  My heart was pounding steadily, and I lifted my palm and placed it over the center of my chest. It always beat an even tempo that pumped blood through my veins and kept me living. But I’d never actually been alive, never felt as if there was something more for me.

  Until I looked into her eyes, heard her beg and plead for more… as I watched her come for me when I stuffed her full.

  I was wrong for her in every single way, a cancerous tumor that would grow until it eventually killed her.

  But I was so fucking selfish I couldn’t let her go. She made me feel too good. And having her all to myself rode me harder than the revenge I’d let fester in my heart for so long.

  But I’d wanted my vengeance for so long. How could I get rid of this aching feeling of getting back at Zachariah? He was rotting in the ground. That should’ve been enough. But was it? I reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead.

  She shifted slightly, turning her head in my direction as if she sought more of my touch. Her lips parted, and she softly sighed. I could smell the sweet scent that surrounded her. It was now mixed with mine. I’d marked her, and there was no going back.

  “Me without you makes no fucking sense,” I said into the darkness. I curled my hands into fists, my blunt nails digging into my palms until I felt the sting of pain. It snapped me back into focus.

  I silently slipped out of the room and headed down the hall, everything dark and still. Quiet. When I entered Michael’s room, he was already awake, staring at me as if he sensed my presence.

  I was the reaper coming to gloat, to let my icy fingers skate over his decaying, decrepit body. I dragged the chair over to his bedside like I’d done so many times. I sat down and leaned forward, resting my elbows on my thighs.

  I wished I had a father, mother, or even a brother to talk to—to unburden myself of my worries and fears. To talk about my hopes and dreams and all the things I wanted in life. But I had gotten none of that shit.

  And I didn’t want it now.

  “I fucked your precious granddaughter tonight, Father. I made her bleed as I took her virginity.” I should’ve felt like a vile motherfucker talking about Persephone this way, divulging the most intimate aspects of her first experience, but the sick and twisted part of me got off on it.

  Not to mention, I liked the fury reflected in Michael’s gaze. He’d only been my father for legal intents and purposes. I leaned back just as I saw Michael’s nostrils flare. He was pissed, the old bastard.

  “What do you think Zachariah would do if he knew I defiled his little Persephone?”

  Just thinking about her made me hard, and I shifted in the chair, wanting nothing more than to go back to my room and take her again.

  I stood and moved the chair back to where it was, making sure Michael could see it, so he was reminded of me and that I would return.

  I gave him a slow, shark-like grin, and left his room, one destination in mind.

  I wondered if Persephone would bleed for me again and stain my white sheets?

  What a fucking beautiful reminder that she was mine.

  Chapter 19

  Persephone

  I was having the most incredible dream.

  Hades was touching me, stroking his hands along my body, forcing my thighs open so he could wedge his wide shoulders between them.

  He moved his palms along the underside of my thighs so he could grip my ass and lift my lower body to his waiting mouth as he ate me out.

  The dream had been so vivid that it was like a movie in my head. I’d arched my back at the first swipe of his big, warm, and wet tongue along my pussy. I’d felt his rumble of pleasure against my flesh. The ecstasy was insurmountable. It grew so much I was panting, gripping the sheets as he sucked on my clit and pushed a thick finger deep into my body.

  I was still so sore from when he’d fucked me, but I wanted that pain because it heightened everything else.

  And then I realized it hadn’t been a dream at all as consciousness seeped back into me, and I opened my eyes, staring at the big, hulking Hades, my legs thrown over his wide shoulders as he licked my slit.

  “This little pussy is the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”

  I became more awake and gasped, his words causing me to arch my back.

  “I can still taste the blood from when I popped your cherry, Bunny.” I gripped the sheets as he dragged his tongue from my pussy hole to my clit before sucking the little bundle into his mouth and humming around it.

  “You make me so hard.” He shoved his tongue deep into my body, and I moaned.

  I closed my eyes when I felt his thumb make slow circles on my clit, that thick muscle rolling around the most sensitive part of me. And then he pushed his tongue into my pussy, and my inner muscles spasmed around him, pulling him in deeper, and I went over the edge.

  “Open your eyes and look at me when I make you come.”

  I cried out and snapped my eyes open, staring into Hades’ dark gaze. Those big, tanned and tattooed hands spread across my inner thighs as he kept me open.

  Pressure peaked and exploded out of me, and I reached out and speared my hands into the short, silky strands of his hair. The entire time he stared into my eyes and shoved two thick fingers into me. I bit my lip as pain and ecstasy washed together, creating one explosive sensation.

  My eyes fluttered when the pleasure became too intense, but a swift slap to my pussy had me keeping them open.

  “Don’t disobey me when I give you an order.”

  My orgasm still barreled through me despite the pussy spank and his commanding words.

  “So fucking beautiful when you come for me.” He pulled his fingers out just as my body stopped sucking them. Hades held up the glistening digits so I could see the moonlight catch them.

  “You filthy fucking girl. So beautiful when you act like my whore.” He brought them to his mouth to lick them clean. “But only my whore, isn’t that right? No one else gets to taste you, to see how wet you get, or how loud you scream when you come.” He dragged his tongue over my lips. “That’s all mine, Bunny.”

  He hummed intensely and rose so he knelt between my legs, the thick, heavy length of his cock proud and intimidating as he pointed it right at me. The crown was slick and glossy with pre-cum, and when he grabbed the base, squeezing himself from root to tip, I watched as more beaded.

  The droplet dropped from the crown to land right on my slit, and I sucked in a breath.

  He reached down and smoothed his fingers over it, rubbing his seed into me.

  “I keep thinking about popping that cherry and filling you up. Makes me so fucking hard to know I blew my load deep inside. I like that my cum is probably still slowly slipping out of this perfect cunt.”

  His words were filthy.

  “I love that I’ve marked you, that you smell like me.” He gave me another slap between my thighs. “I bet this little pussy is sore from me fucking it. Isn’t it, Bunny?”

  I gasped, unable to form any words. But he didn’t really want me to answer. He was taunting me because it got him off.

  “Yeah,” he groaned and looked down between my legs. “I bet you hurt deep inside from how big and thick I was as I tore through your innocence and claimed you.”

  His voice was so deep. He could turn my body on like a light switch just by the look in his eyes, the stroke of his finger down the length of my arm.

  The fact he’d been eating me out while I slept should’ve been abhorrent. But it wasn’t. I wanted him, and despite the soreness between my legs, I wanted Hades to push that thick cock into me and make me take it all again.

  Smack. And again. “Tell Daddy you like me slapping your little pussy. Tell Daddy you like me spanking your cunt.”

  I rose up slightly just as I watched Hades bring his hand down between my thighs again. Seeing his tattooed fingers hitting my wet flesh had heat claiming me.

  “Go on, Princess. Tell me how much you like it.”

  I gasped when he did it again and again, the smack-smack-smack of it filling my head.

  “Lie to me again that you don’t like it when I call myself Daddy.” Smack. Slap.

  I was burning alive.

  “Try to lie to me by saying you’re not sopping wet because you’re so turned on by doing these bad things.” Slap. Slap.

  He leaned forward and dragged his tongue over the side of my face like he was a lion bathing me.

  “Or maybe you want me to call you my little whore?” He rubbed my pussy now, sliding his thick, inked digits through my slit, rubbing my lips before dipping them inside of me.

  My inner muscles clamped around them, drawing him in until he cursed.

  His mouth was by my ear, his breathing harsh. “Does that turn you on, baby? Do you get all wet and primed when I say I want you to be Daddy’s good little slut?”

  Oh my God, this is so wrong. This is so hot.

  The wet, sloppy sounds of my pussy sucking in his fingers was so crude I arched my back, my nipples scraping against the hard planes of his chest.

  He grunted and growled, and I realized I was rolling my hips, fucking myself on his hand, desperate to get off.

  “You’re such a good girl.” He sucked on my earlobe and then the shell, groaning.

  He started thrusting against my inner thigh, his length rubbing on my leg. I could feel the wetness of his pre-cum sliding on my flesh.

  I wanted it all over me, wanted to rub it in so his scent would always be ingrained in me.

  He dragged his tongue down the edge of my jaw, along my bottom lip, and sucked my flesh into his mouth, gently pulling it with his teeth.

  “I want to fill you up, Persephone. I want you so full of my seed there isn’t room for anything else. I want my cum to take and you to get big and swollen with my baby.”

  Children were the last thing on my mind, but hearing Hades say these things was an auditory aphrodisiac because my pussy clenched, and I felt my wetness trickle down my ass.

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Taking what I have to give, being so full of my cum that it pours out of you because it’s got nowhere else to go.” His hand was still between my thighs as he stroked me, gently pulling my pussy lips, spreading me wide.

  He was kissing and licking me, sucking and murmuring the filthiest things I’d ever heard as he settled between my legs and placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of my body.

  “All I can think about is how tight and hot your cunt is. How you get so wet for me.” He moaned. “I’ll never get enough of fucking you.” He gripped my chin and forced my face toward him so he could kiss me hard and possessively. “You’re Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?”

  He plunged his tongue between my lips and made me taste myself on him. “Yeah,” he murmured to me. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

  I moaned. “Yes.”

  “Nobody will ever feel as good as you do. No one will ever be as perfect as you are, sweetheart.”

  He pushed into me slowly, easily. This was different. This wasn’t brutal or raw like it had been in the library. He was showing me he could be soft. But did I want that?

  “You like this? You like when I’m sweet with you, when I take my time?” He sank in deep and pulled out just as slowly. “Look at how dilated your pupils are, how much your breathing has picked up. My girl likes me making love to her?”

  Making love.

  I bit my lip and moaned, my hips rising up so he hit deeper.

  “You filthy, fucking beautiful girl.” He lowered his gaze back down between my thighs.

  His nostrils flared, a low rumble left him, and then he covered my chest with his.

  And with that, he thrust into me, sliding his hands down and around so he could grip my ass and angle my hips up so he could go even deeper.

  Hades drove in and out of me, his emotions a mix between passionate but also pissed off. The forceful motions rocked me up the bed, so I was forced to lift my hand and place it behind my head, bracing myself on the ornate headboard.

  “Everything’s changed,” he hissed out as if speaking to himself.

  He slid his hands along my inner thighs, kept me spread open, and thrust into me so I could do nothing but ride out the pleasure. I came in a shattering explosion of light and feelings, emotions and sensations.

  “Look at me. I’ve told you to fucking look at me when I make you come.”

  And then I was staring at the savage expression on his face. A bead of sweat slid down his temple, splashing against my breast. And still, he slammed into me repeatedly. He slid his hand up the center of my body and grabbed my throat, squeezing lightly but not tight enough I couldn’t breathe.

  “I want you to tell me you’re mine, Persephone. I want you to tell me that no matter what, you are mine.”

  I didn’t know what he meant by that, but I was nodding before he finished speaking, agreeing with him. I was his. Because thinking I wasn’t was strangely uncomfortable.

  “No,” he snarled and leaned in so we were nose-to-nose. “You say those fucking words. I want to hear them. I want to feel them.”

  He thrust inside hard and fast, my head banging against the headboard. I felt another orgasm approaching and gasped out the words he so desperately wanted to hear.

  “I’m yours.” Those two words were a scream ripped from my throat as I came again, harder than the first time. It lit my body up from the inside out until all I could do was clutch onto Hades like he was the only anchor in my life.

  It was frightening. It was incredible.

  And then I heard him roar. I forced my eyes open because I wanted to watch him, to see him get off. He threw his head back, his neck muscle straining, his teeth bared as he hissed and pumped into me three more times before slamming deep and spilling all his cum inside me.

  I could feel his orgasm, felt the thick, hot ropes cover every inch of me from the inside out. I gasped, dragging my nails down his biceps, knowing there would be marks. He looked me in the eye.

  We lay there for several moments, just trying to catch our breath, my inner muscles rhythmically clenching around his girth. God, he was still so hard.

  When he finally pulled out, the proud, thick length of his cock glistened with a mixture of my wetness and his cum.

  I watched in stunned silence as he gripped the base and dragged his palm down his cock. At first, I thought he was masturbating despite having gotten off. But when he got to the crown, he pushed the cum out the slit, gathered it in his fingers, and inserted them right back inside of my pussy.

  “I belong in here,” he said as he fucked me with those cum-soaked fingers. “I don’t want any fucking drop wasted.”

  Transfixed, he just gazed between my thighs, watching the cum trickle out before pushing it back inside of me and groaning in pleasure.

  He slid his fingers through my slit once more before bringing the soaked digits up and pushing them into my mouth. “You like how I taste?”

  I moaned and sucked on his fingers like a starving kitten.

  “You’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I could fuck you all night, and I still wouldn’t get my fill.” He leaned in to lie beside me, curled his body around mine, and kept his arm banded around me to keep me close.

  I felt his warm breath along the shell of my ear and closed my eyes, softening against him even more. “Don’t go anywhere.” I didn’t know why I said that, but the words were already out there in the open.

  “I’ll leave you when I fucking die.”

  Chapter 20

  Persephone

  I’d woken up to Hades running his hands along every inch of my nude form.

  The sun had barely been peeking through the curtains, and I was trapped between that wistfulness of sleep and being fully awake.