29. Hades
Hades
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
I thought it would be like watching a movie. Until I hit the play button, my memory of that night was of Kennedy entering the library and leaving less than five minutes later. I had been there for some time and already had at least one drink of the whiskey containing the drug, which means I was not in my normal state.
From her expression, she seems surprised to see me, and this is confirmed when she asks in the footage, "What are you doing here?"
"I came for dinner. Pam invited me. She said Vina would be here too, as well as you."
"What? No. Mrs. Vina is traveling, and I wasn’t even supposed to sleep at their home tonight. I only stayed because it started raining heavily. Pam called me a little while ago saying she was trying to get back but the traffic is crazy. She didn’t tell me anything about you being here. I heard a noise in the main house and was afraid it was a burglar."
Yes, it’s becoming increasingly clear that Pam planned everything.
"You said you weren’t going to sleep here. Where were you planning to go?"
"I was going to . . .”
The unfinished sentence obviously makes my temper rise, and I ask, "Going to go where? To meet your damn boyfriend?"
"I don’t have a boyfriend, but if I did, it wouldn’t be any of your business, Hades Kostanidis. Go to hell!"
I see her leave and remember serving myself another drink. In this first encounter, I might not have been completely drugged yet, but it’s obvious that the substance was already taking effect because in my memory before watching the video, Kennedy had entered quickly, said goodbye, and left. Now, I realize it wasn’t quite like that.
We had an argument. I confronted her, and she didn’t react well.
She told me to go to hell.
Little did she know that most of my life, my brothers and I lived there. All of us, not just Zeus, grew up seeking revenge for our father, eager to fulfill the promise that Zeus made to our grandfather, the promise that we embraced as if his vow were our duty too.
I don’t remember a single moment from the time of our parents' death to this day that I can say I felt at peace. The hell I plunged into after Pam’s death was just confirmation that my life would always be filled with hatred, pain, resentment, and a desire for revenge.
About ten minutes of the video passes, and then I see myself getting up, going after Kennedy. I’m sure that whether I had been drugged or not, my body and mind knew what I wanted, and it was her.
Odin must have made a compilation of the footage from various cameras because then I see myself entering the housekeeper’s house.
Kennedy is standing in the living room, as if she was about to leave too. Was she coming to meet me? Was her need for me as great as the one I felt . . .that I still feel for her? Maybe I’ll never have that answer, but the fact is that the second we are face-to-face, I take her in my arms, and she responds, as she always did every time I touched her.
It’s strange to look at us like this, but at the same time, it confirms what I always knew: we were madly in love with each other.
The kiss turns into foreplay, and as if I had a bit of consciousness left, I pick her up and head towards the exit of the house.
The video ends, and the next one is of the two of us in the library. As I watch it, I realize that the dreams I had of her all these years, even to this day, were not a desire for something that never happened—they were memories of when I made her mine.
Past
"I shouldn’t be here. You don’t even want me in this house," she says when I put her on her feet in my grandfather’s library.
"I want you. Anywhere, anytime. Now come here. We’ll have time to talk later."
I pull her into a kiss, and Kennedy hesitates for just a second, her hands flat on my chest, before the chemistry explodes between us and desire and hunger take over.
I pick her up again, holding her under her thighs and bringing them around my waist.
I don’t give her a chance to do anything but submit to my furious desire, but the way Kennedy kisses me, entwines her fingers in my hair, and bites my mouth, shows that she wants this too.
When I pull away just enough for her to breathe, the deep blue of her eyes seems to pull me into her. My body burns with lust and the desire to devour her. I want my mouth to explore every inch of the body that has been my torment because imagining her naked, open, taking me inside her pussy, has been my fantasy for over a month.
Our eyes don’t disconnect, and I like it that way, for Kennedy to know who her master is from now on, because she is mine.
The hunger I feel is fierce, raw.
I walk to the carpet in front of the fireplace and lay her down. It’s plush, thick, and won’t hurt her.
When I position myself over her, Kennedy arches her back, giving in to my kisses and hands.
I strip her, removing her clothes piece by piece like someone in front of a long-coveted present. Kennedy manages to stir all my most primal instincts. With her, I can’t pretend. My need is raw, unmistakable.
With her face flushed with excitement and her mouth swollen from my kisses, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
I kneel, observing her perfect body. The tips of her breasts are hard, her hair spread out on the carpet, her thighs only slightly parted for me to fit between them but giving me a view of her pussy covered with short, brown hair.
I part the lips of her sex with my thumbs, and she tries to close her legs.
"No. I need to taste you. I dream of your taste every night, Kennedy."
I lower myself to kiss her mouth and slide a hand between us, my middle finger touching her sex and confirming what I already knew, that her little pussy is soaked for me, because I saw the sheen of her arousal when I opened her labia.
Our mouths seek each other avidly, and Kennedy kisses me almost angrily, as if not being able to control her own desire makes her wild.
I rise to take off my shirt and throw it carelessly on the floor, but she is impatient, and her small hands come to my waist, pulling me down urgently, wanting everything.
Her breathing is labored, and her moans drive me to the limit.
I kiss her neck and make a descending trail with my tongue through the valley of her breasts, her nipples, stopping at each to suck and nibble.
The chemistry between us is inexplicable. Pure, insane desire. Just touching her skin, smelling her scent, triggers fervor in my blood.
I continue kissing her abdomen until I reach the place that, I’m sure, will become my private paradise.
Every shiver and moan drives me crazy, creating a short circuit in my body.
I bring her thighs to my shoulders, open the lips of her sex again, and this time, she doesn’t try to flee. Without stopping looking at her, I lick her pussy, and the first time my tongue touches her clitoris, she screams my name.
I eat her sex with the hunger of someone deprived of food, and even after she comes the first time, I can’t stop. "I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to stay away from this pussy."
"You’re wicked, Hades."
"I’m crazy about you, Kennedy."
She sighs and squirms when I go back to eating her. She must still be lost in the pleasure of the first orgasm because she doesn’t seem embarrassed anymore.
The smell of her arousal dominates my senses, increasing my hunger. I nibble the tender flesh of her pussy lips, and she almost lifts off the floor. Her hands come to my hair, urging me to continue.
My thumb caresses her clit in circular motions as I suck her voraciously, drinking her, crazy with thirst. I fuck her with my tongue, pushing deep, but when I try to replace it with a finger, she writhes.
"Ow . . .”
"Did I hurt you?" I ask, confused. I wasn’t that deep, and I didn’t do it forcefully.
"I think . . .” She stops talking.
"What?"
"I think it usually hurts the first time."
"First time? You’ve never been fucked?"
"I’ve never done anything. This is the first time I’m naked for a man."
"Kennedy, are you a virgin?"
"Yes, but don’t stop. I want you."
Maybe if I were a better person, I could resist, wait for her to be thinking clearly, but I feel a bit confused myself, as if my body won’t obey my brain, only the desire.
I rise above her, get closer, and lower my mouth to her ear, licking the lobe until I feel her shiver. "You are going to be mine. Only mine."
My hand spreads over her pussy, and this time, when I slide a finger into her tight opening, I do it carefully and only halfway, my thumb working her clit.
She whimpers, and her whole body tenses, signaling another orgasm is approaching. I lower myself again, burying my face between her legs, and when Kennedy comes, I drink it all.
Any remnants of shyness she might have had seem to disappear, because she pulls me over her, her thighs circling my waist.
"Let me get naked for you, beautiful. I need to make you mine."
"Don’t leave. I don't want you to pull away now. Don’t let me think, Hades, just make love to me."
It's an invitation I can't and don't want to resist, and lifting my hips just enough to undo my belt and button and unzip my pants, I free my hard cock against the heat between her thighs.
The pre-cum-coated tip lightly pushes between her folds, and Kennedy moans sweetly for me.
With my elbows propped on either side of her, I kiss her mouth. I slowly slide into her warmth, and she closes around me like a tight glove.
She gasps, her nails digging into my forearms.
"Does it hurt?"
"You’re huge."
"I’ll go slow." I lower my head and circle a nipple with my tongue, tugging it gently with my teeth.
She whimpers.
"I'm crazy about you, baby." I kiss her mouth and touch her clit until I feel her relax around the tip of my shaft. I push in and start a slow thrust. She holds me with a death grip, and I need all my concentration not to plunge in fully because I’m dying of lust.
I pull out and look at her before thrusting fully into her, breaking through her virginity.
Tears run down her cheeks, and I force myself to stay still because I know she needs to get used to the invasion of her small body. I bite her chin and lips and purr into her ear how delicious she is. Gradually, she begins to relax around me, and only then do I move again.
Fuck, she’s so tight.
"You’re mine from now on," I say, as if challenging her to deny it, but she smiles and touches my face.
I lick her breasts, sucking on her nipples, tugging them lightly with my teeth.
She whimpers and begs for more.
I pull out of her completely and thrust back in with more force.
She moans, locking her legs tighter around my waist.
I place one hand under her butt, lifting her, squeezing her flesh, and start a faster pace.
I rotate my hips, and soon Kennedy is matching my rhythm, her nails scratching my shoulders.
We find our own rhythm, and I time her moans, punctuating them with dirty words, encouraging her to let go and surrender more and more to me.
I feel the lack of control spreading through my blood in a surge of lust that borders insanity.
Her pussy contracts around me.
Each time I thrust, I take her with more force, demanding everything.
We are both mad with desire, trapped in our own universe. The rhythm is intense, the ferocity of our lust animalistic. Kennedy responds to the demand, and I pound into her until only my balls remain outside.
She starts to contract, and I know she’s going to come. I strum her clit without stopping thrusting, and in seconds, she’s moaning my name.
I roar like a wild animal.
I keep fucking her for several more minutes, completely insane from the expression of pleasure on her beautiful face.
Kennedy opens her eyes, and as soon as she does, I lose it. I come, filling her with my cum until we’re both soaked.