Chapter 22 Persephone
Persephone
Hades is gone for too long. Half a day, almost. I spent the interim fumbling with wax seals and applying contact paper to make up the unstamped pages of three American passports. When he comes back in at the end of a long day, I’m just turning off my work lamps.
He rolls the big door open, and I turn toward the sound, my jaw tensing and my eyes narrowing on his face. Hades heads in the direction of his bed, as if nothing happened.
“Where have you been?” I ask, my tone sounding exasperated.
He stops for a second, clenching his fists before he turns back toward me.
“I have a whole business, Persephone. I know that ye haven’t seen me working that much, but I can assure ye that is just because ye have been so needy.
The business still needs tending. That’s the only way that I can have plans in place for every contingency. ”
Crossing my arms, I pace over to him. His dark hair is shoved back from his face, his button up rumpled. Not only that, but he looks tired.
I try to sound reasonable as I take him to task.
“You can’t leave me here for so long. What if Constantine found me, somehow? It would take you a whole day to notice. I don’t feel safe in this place by myself.”
His mouth turns down at the corners but he just shrugs a shoulder. “We are well hidden here. I have no reason to suspect that anyone might know where we are.”
I want to strangle him because I feel like he’s not even listening to what I’m saying. Stepping closer, I lift my chin. “I could’ve been abducted this morning. And you wouldn’t even know I was gone until now. For all you know, I could’ve been taken out of the country by now!”
I’m not expecting Hades to grab me around the waist with so much force that it makes me tremble. He hauls me up against the wall of his body, his lips twisting bitterly.
“That won’t happen,” he growls. “No one is going to take ye from me, Penny.”
A bubble of humorless laughter leaves my lips, unbidden. “You can’t control everything! The fact that you think— “
Hades kisses me then, hard and punishing, stealing the very breath from my lungs. My whole body stiffens against him at first. I pound a fist against his chest as he bends me back, his tongue sweeping my mouth, his fingers finding their way into my hair. My heart pounds.
As much as I am loathe to admit it, this is what I knew would happen. Worse, I wanted him to kiss me. To fuck me.
To make me cry his name as I came.
He pushes me back toward the bed, half carrying me, the onslaught of his kiss never giving up an inch.
With every passing second, I feel my resolve against Hades weakening. Every brush of his lips on mine, every stroke of his fingers up and down my body. There’s something different in him. I’ve felt him changing, slowly, a more vulnerable side emerging from the darkness.
But it requires anger to bring it out of him.
His tongue plunders my mouth and I find myself meeting it eagerly with my own. I can feel his desire to dominate, to possess me, and it doesn’t scare me like it used to. I welcome it.
“Hades,” I murmur against his lips. He takes my lower lip between his teeth and tugs, swift and hard.
He pulls a groan from my lips with the ease of a puppet master playing with a marionette.
“Quiet, lass.” His growl sends shivers through my body and my nails dig into his chest. Slowly my eyes lift to meet his penetrating gaze, and what I find there makes me pause.
The familiar arrogance has lifted slightly, and a hint of vulnerability is there. “I’m not going anywhere.”
My hands trail to the buttons on his shirt and slowly I slip them open one by one. His grip is firm on my hips, but when I hit bare skin, a slight tremble rolls through him.
Leaning forward, I press my lips to the place that I can see his pulse beating strongly beneath his warm skin.
I don’t know how long this softer, gentler Hades will stick around, just as I’m not sure I want him to.
There’s something deliciously appealing about the darker, dirtier side that he presents to the world.
“Hades—” I try again.
A strangled groan escapes him seconds before he rips my hands away from him. I’m spun around and dropped unceremoniously into the chair I’d just vacated, then Hades is on his knees in front of me, yanking my dress up and pulling it off in such haste that it gets tangled around my wrists.
“I said, quiet,” he commands with a fierce glare.
He kneels down and pulls my ass to the edge of the chair, forcing my legs open with a ruthless grace.
He rips my panties down my legs and puts his mouth on my slit.
He moans as he tastes my dripping pussy, lapping up every drop that is escaping me.
He takes no mercy on me, driving his tongue into me, holding my legs open with his large hands.
“Oh my god, yes,” I breathe, my fingers reaching to tangle in his hair, but he stops me with one hand on my wrists.
“No. Ye dinnae get to touch.”
There he is. That’s the villain I know.
Hades dives back in, his fingers joining his mouth on his assault of me. Somehow, he manages to slide three of his thick fingers into my slick pussy, stretching me almost to the point of pain. But my discomfort quickly morphs to pure pleasure as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Hades. Please. I need…”
He sucks harder, his tongue greedily licking. In the deepest part of my being, I feel the orgasm building. But it isn’t until he slides his free hand around to form a V around my clit that the combination of sensations has me chanting his name like a prayer.
The entire time I cascade over the edge into my release he doesn’t let up, not stopping his assault until I’m a shaking mess, slumped back on the chair. Only then does he slide his fingers out, and when he captures my hazy gaze, he licks his fingers one by one.
“Come.”
Hades stands up and lifts me into his arms in one move. It’s an oddly intimate position, cradled against his chest. Unexpected coming from the man who weeks ago was tying me up and putting his thumb in my ass.
He stretches me out on the bed. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watch Hades as he stands at the foot of the bed and agonizingly slowly removes his shirt, then his pants, then his underwear until he’s naked in front of me.
The man is truly a work of art, and unbidden a rush of warmth floods between my legs. I ache for him. All of him.
He fists his cock and looks me in the eyes.
“Are ye ready for me to stretch this pussy out and make ye scream my name?”
“Yes,” I whisper, not taking my eyes off him.
“On yer knees.”
I scramble to do as he bids me. He moves around to position himself before me, his cock jumping as I take him in my hands.
The tangle of his fingers in my hair stings as he guides my head to where I know he wants me.
Yet I resist when he pulls my head toward him.
I want to push him, to see his reaction.
My reward comes in the form of a deep growl. His hand tilts my chin upward.
“What are ye playing at, lass? Do ye want me to find the rope?”
I can’t deny the thrill that runs through me, but no.
I decide I don’t. For all that I’m teasing him, taunting him, I’m enjoying this gentler Hades.
I drop my gaze and my lips down to his cock.
Running my thumb up the length, swirling around the tip that’s already leaking.
With one last glance up to see his blue eyes still fixated on me, I take him in my mouth.
His rumble of satisfaction spurs me to go deeper, until he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck, lass,” he gasps. He’s clearly trying to keep himself in check.
When I gag and try to pull back, he holds me there and I take it.
This is my punishment for trying to resist earlier. He’s in control and I need to allow him to do exactly what he wants to me.
Just as I feel my eyes start to water, he releases me slightly, only far enough so that I can slide my lips up and down him, alternating strong sucks with lighter licks.
I’m primed to his responses, and I know I’ve got him close to the edge when I feel his fingers tighten in my hair as I draw his tip between my teeth, grazing it lightly.
I do it again, then suck him in deeply once more until I’m choking as he hits the back of my throat.
Another graze of my teeth, another suck.
I continue until he abruptly jerks me off of him and lifts me up on my knees and kisses me.
“I’ll not be coming in yer mouth, Persephone. That privilege is for yer perfect pussy alone.”
Hades lifts me onto the bed and tosses me down with no warning. He pushes me back, lifting my legs and holding them tightly together with his arms wound around my calves. Then he drives into my pussy without any warning. I cry out his name, instantly feeling my walls clench around him.
“Yer. Mine.” He snarls the words with such fury that I would probably be shocked if he hadn’t just slid himself so far inside of me that my jaw drops. “Do ye hear me, lass? Only. Mine.”
Each word is punctuated by a thrust of his hips. I can’t stop to think about what he means, as I get caught up in the overwhelming wave of sensation.
“Open yer eyes, Persephone.”
I obey instantly, my eyes flying open to find his.
“Mine,” He says, deceptively softly. His voice doesn’t match the intensity of his hips pumping into me, or the piercing fire in his eyes that scorches me from the inside out.
He pulls out of me and I cry out at the sudden loss of him. But then Hades flips me over, forcing my hips into the air and slamming back into me with a roar. His hand lands on my ass with a crack.
“Hades!” My hands are grappling at the sheets, desperate to find something to anchor myself against the onslaught of him.
Every slide of his cock is rubbing my already sensitized nerve endings.
Another climax is hurtling towards me, but this time I won’t be alone in my release.
He’s swelling inside of me, his movements becoming jerky and erratic.
Suddenly his hand wraps around the front of my neck, tugging gently but commandingly, to lift me up.
“Say it, Persephone. Say yer mine.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp. I can barely think, let alone mumble out the words he’s expecting.
He slams into me once, twice, then with a final roar I feel him pull out. In the next second, he jets hot streams of cum onto my inner thighs. My body answers in kind, spasming as the waves of my own climax hit me.
I feel Hades sag against my back, only for a moment, as if showing even that small amount of weakness is too much for him. Then he abruptly pushes my body away, letting me collapse onto the bed. I hear him stalk away without a word.
Blearily, I whip my head around to see where he’s going.
Is that it? Is he done?
Before my mind can start to panic or overthink the tenderness mixed with pure lust with which he just fucked me, he’s back.
In a gruff voice, he mumbles, “here.” Then a warm cloth is dropped unceremoniously onto my legs. I twist my upper body only to see him walking away again.
“Thank you?” I call out.
The only sign I have that he heard me, that he was affected at all by what we just did, is a slight hesitation in his step.
Then he’s gone, vanishing into the shower.