« Why am I naked?” Persephone asked.
“Because you insisted on it,” he answered in a voice void of the barely-restrained desire he’d exhibited in the limo. She didn’t have many memories from last night, but she was sure she’d never forget the press of Hades’ fingers into her thighs, or the delicious friction that sent shockwaves through her body. “You were very determined to seduce me.”
Persephone blushed fiercely, embarrassed. She looked away when she asked, “Did we—”
Hades laughed darkly. Persephone clenched her teeth so hard, her jaw hurt. Why was he laughing? “No, Lady Persephone. Trust me, when we fuck, you’ll remember.” »
« If you make me your prisoner, I will spend the rest of my life hating you.”
“You already do. »
« He was the adventure she craved. He was temptation she wanted to indulge. He was a sin she wanted to commit »
When everything was on the counter, Hades turned to look at her. “What would you do without me?”
“Get it myself,” she said simply.
“I had freedom until you, Hades.”
“You thought you were free before me?” he
asked. “You just traded glass walls for another
kind of prison when you came to New Athens.”
“Why don’t you keep telling me how pathetic I
am,” she spat.
“That’s not what I—”
“Isn’t it?” She cut him off. “Let me tell you
what else makes me pathetic. I fell for you.”
Respect could build an empire. Trust could
make it unbreakable. Love could make it last
“Tell me you lied,” he said.
“I thought words meant nothing.”
He gave her a bruising kiss, and his touch lifted
heat from her skin, searing a path everywhere he
“Your words matter,” he said. “Only yours.”
“Drop your glamour.”
He looked at her curiously.
She shrugged a shoulder. “You wish to fuck me with this crown; I wish to fuck a god.”
“Hades,” she breathed.
“Let me show you what it is to hold power in
your hands,” he said. “Let me coax the darkness
from you—I will help you shape it.”
Yes, she thought. Yes.
Hades head rested in the crook of her neck as
his hand brushed along her stomach and lower.
When he cupped her sex, she gasped, arching
“Hades, I’ve never—”
“Let me be your first,” he said—begged—and
his voice rumbled in her chest
right now she was feeling rebellious, and what better way to
rebel than going to the club of her mother’s least favorite god?
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