Chapter 23 Willow
Willow
Willow-
-Hades
I’ve read and reread the note Hades left me in the hopes that it would calm my nerves, but it hasn’t. If anything, they’re worse.
When I got out of the bathtub this morning, I spent some time on the phone with Gordon.
He filled me in on the shit my dad is trying to pull, and he asked me when I’ll be discharged from the hospital.
I assured him that I would be back as soon as possible.
I hate lying to him, but it’s necessary at this point.
After finishing that conversation, I debated calling my dad to read him the riot act for trying to order my boss around. In the end, I didn’t call. I did text him, though, and it didn’t go well.
We argued back and forth about my poor life choices. He berated me for getting myself kidnapped, and I told him off for not doing whatever he must in order to rescue me.
Good times.
Now, I’m staring at the small white pill, which I assume is ecstasy, and watching the clock on my cell, not so patiently waiting for it to tell me that it’s ten.
The second it does, I pop the pill into my mouth and wash it down with a bottle of water.
Then, I strip off my clothes, toss them to the floor, and crawl under the blanket.
And then…
I wait.
And wait.
And wait some more.
Just when I start to think I’m immune to the drug, my body begins to heat. My heart rate picks up speed, and even the slightest brush of fabric sends delicious shivers down my spine.
“Fuuuuck,” I hiss as I close my eyes and spread my legs, letting the sheet whisper across my clit.
The pleasure zinging from one nerve ending to another is so intense, it’s almost unbearable. If Hades doesn’t get here soon, I’m going to exp—
“Fucking perfection.”
My eyes fly open, and Hades is standing next to the bed. I was so lost in my own ridiculous lust that I didn’t even hear him get here. My gaze slides from his face to his chest.
“Is that blood?” I ask, the sight turning me on.
“Yeah. I’m gonna shower real—”
Without thinking, I throw the blanket to the side and launch myself at him. He catches me easily, and I press my lips to his. Hades slips his tongue into my mouth as his fingers dig into my ass cheeks.
My entire body seizes with my orgasm, and I grind my crotch against his stomach to increase the friction.
“Jesus, Princess,” he growls into my mouth. “I’m gonna come in my pants if you don’t stop.”
“Can’t stop,” I moan.
As my climax eases, Hades lays me on my back and pulls away to strip. I devour him with my gaze, committing to memory every solid inch of his insanely ripped body. I reach up and grab his hand to yank him on top of me.
When we’re skin to skin, I swear the air becomes electrically charged. Rather than fuck me with his cock, he kisses his way over my chin, then my collar bone, and latches onto a nipple. He massages the other breast, and I’m burning up from the inside out.
“I need to come again,” I say breathlessly.
Hades moves away from my chest and hovers above my soaked pussy. My clit throbs, and when the tip of his tongue circles it, I detonate. I buck my hips and fuck his face as if my life depends on it. Judging by the way I feel, it just might.
“Aw, fuck, Willow,” he growls, and the vibration from his voice sends another wave crashing over me. “You’re so responsive.”
I throw my head back and scream his name.
“That’s it, Princess,” he encourages. “Use my mouth for your pleasure.”
After what feels like hours, my body calms, and my clit becomes sensitive to the point of pain.
“I need…” I swallow past the lump in my throat. “I want… Hades…”
“Tell me what you want, what you need. Use those big girl words.”
“Fuuuuck,” I say with a sigh. “I need you.”
He scoots up so he’s hovering above me and reaches between our bodies to line his cock up with my entrance. Suddenly, I’m back in that cold room in the prison, and I try to scurry away from him.
“Willow?” he asks, freezing. “You’re safe. You’re here with me, and I won’t hurt you. Not like they did.” I shake my head frantically, and Hades shifts so he can pull me into his side. “Shhh. It’s okay, baby. You’re okay.”
With every second that passes, I’m silently bracing for him to get angry with me, but it never happens. Instead, he caresses my body with his fingertips. He peppers me with kisses, silently easing me back to the present, gently urging me back into a fevered state.
“Hades,” I whisper, moving to straddle him.
“That’s it, Willow. Take control.” He guides my hand to his cock and wraps his own hand around mine, showing me what he likes. “Goddamn,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Teach me,” I say quietly. “Show me what you like.”
His eyes snap to mine. “Lift up a bit,” he instructs, tapping my hip.
“Now, grab my cock and pump it a few times.” I do as he says, and he hisses out a breath.
“Slide your perfect cunt down my shaft.” I align myself with him and slowly lower onto his length.
A flash of pain steals my breath, and I freeze.
“Keep going, Willow. The pain will go away, I promise. Just… keep fucking going.”
I take a deep breath and lift my legs slightly, so I fall onto him completely. I sit still for a few seconds, letting my body stretch and adjust to his size. Rather than push me to move, he pushes his thumb against my clit and rubs it in tight little circles.
“I d-don’t… I can’t…” I pant as my hips start to rock in an effort to chase another climax.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Rock your hips, baby.”
I move on instinct, and just when I feel the explosion building, Hades removes his thumb and flips us over, pulling out of me.
“No,” I cry. “No, don’t stop.”
“You don’t get to come again yet,” he tells me. “Not until I do.”
“Please, I have to,” I plead, reaching for his dick, but he retreats.
“Not yet.” He drops to his knees next to the bed and sucks on my cunt right until I start to tremble again. “Don’t you dare come,” he orders before shoving three fingers into me, pumping them in and out, over and over, taking me to the edge but refusing to let me tumble over it.
“Dammit, Hades,” I beg.
“What?” he asks from between my legs.
“Fuck me already,” I snap.
Standing, he licks his lips clean and then straddles me. Without warning, he shoves his cock inside my pussy. I try to pull him closer, but he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head on the mattress as he relentlessly fucks into me.
“Goddamn, I’m gonna come,” he snarls seconds before his dick pulses, and he fills me with his release. Just as he’s coming down from the high, he reaches between us and pinches my clit. “Come for me. Now.”
And damned if I don’t do just that like a dirty little slut.