Chapter 31 Hades
Hades
It’s several hours before I return to the ballroom. The space from Persephone, from her useless worry over my actions and my behavior, was good. It allowed my rage to simmer to a dull roar.
When I enter, the ballroom is silent. I make my way to the area where Persephone has set up her art, but I can see that she isn’t there.
Nor is she in the next two places I check.
She didn’t leave, that I’m certain of. Still, the anger I had managed to subdue comes roaring back when my possession isn’t where I expect it, or her, to be.
“Persephone?” I roar into the cavernous space.
I hear an echoey reply. “Hades?”
My footsteps quicken, carrying toward her voice, until I reach the last place I thought to find her.
The bedroom I’ve been claiming as my own. In my mind, the space is the same as the warehouse where I first tasted her. The same place where I punished her last transgression.
Perhaps she needs a reminder.
“What are ye doing in here?” I demand, stalking over to stand immediately in front of her.
She doesn’t move, and a small part of me admires her courage. She has fire in her veins. Fire that I want.
“Why does it matter? I can go where I please,” she responds.
My hand itches to tame the little show of her defiance.
“It matters because I need ye.”
Her eyes widen, then narrow into slits. The air is heavy between us, a pulsing, living thing. “I’ll finish your fucking forgeries, Hades. Don’t worry.”
My voice drops low. “That’s not what I need, lass.”
Grasping her head between my hands I pull her up to meet me, capturing her lips in a punishing kiss. I’m relentless. Demanding. Forceful. And I don’t care.
She’s mine to do with as I please and right now, this is it.
“Hades…”
Christ. The way she whispers my name, her voice dripping with her own desire, is so at odds with the temper she’s showing.
But it spurs me on all the same. All she’s wearing is a loose, soft sweater.
I grab it and yank it over her head, setting free her luscious tits, covered in the barest scraps of white lace.
My hands instantly cup them. I bend over to suck one into my mouth, clamping down on the taut nipple with my teeth.
Instead of pulling away, Persephone arches into me, her hands coming to my shoulders and digging into the muscles.
I take my time, teasing her over the lace of her bra, until I can’t stand not having her skin between my lips anymore.
With one swift move I undo her bra and toss it behind me.
My tongue flattens against her puckered skin, pressing circles around the tip of her breast. All the while I’m teasing the other side with my hand, rolling the nipple between my finger and thumb, squeezing it and tugging gently.
“Please… Hades…” she begs, but she doesn’t get to decide what happens.
I am in control. I snake my free hand down between her thighs, forcing them open just wide enough that I slip two fingers up and down her slit. She’s fucking soaking wet. She groans when I slide my finger between her slick folds, driving it into her.
Letting go of her nipple with a loud pop, I lift my head to sear into her. “When I call ye, ye will come. Understand lass?”
Her eyes are burning back into me. I pinch her clit with my free thumb and finger firmly earning an outraged gasp.
“Ye are mine, Persephone. In any way I choose.”
Her tight pussy starts to convulse around my fingers, but just as I sense she’s about to come, I pull out and step back.
“What are you doing?” Her chest heaves, and daggers shoot from her eyes. It’s killing me not to be tearing off my clothes and plunging into her, but she needs to learn a lesson.
“Whatever the fuck I want,” comes my ragged reply.
“No!” is her gasped response.
My brow lifts of its own accord. Persephone folds her arms across her torso, in a move that she might want to seem defiant and courageous, but the meaning is lost in her nudity.
Her body is betraying her, telling me what she wants in the flush of pink on her skin, the rapid beat of her pulse, and the panting of her breath.
“Ye dinnae get to decide that.” I keep my voice deceptively quiet.
Taking my time, never letting my eyes stray from her face, and never letting a drop of emotion show, I remove my clothes.
Only when I am as naked as she is do I approach her again.
“I am in control.” When I reach for her, she swats me away.
I grab her hands and twist them up and over her head as I lower my head to hers. “I. Am. In. Control.”
I go to kiss her, and she turns away.
Oh no. That won’t do. That won’t do at all.
I push her backward, so she lands on the bed, then stride over to my bag of personal effects. Finding what I need, I turn back to Persephone, inordinately pleased to find her still on the bed where I left her.
Good. She’s learning to listen.
When she catches sight of the black silk tie in my hand, she pulls her lower lip between her teeth.
“What… what is that for?”
I give her my most wicked smirk. “To make sure that ye hold still while I remind you who exactly is in control here.”
Penny’s eyes widen.
That’s right. I remember how she responded to being trussed up the other night. She might say she hated it, and me, but the darker side of her craves it.
“Give me yer hands.” A moment passes between us where she doesn’t move, as I hold my hands out expectantly.
I arch my brow. “Do I need to make ye?” The glare she shoots at me is begging me to prove that I mean what I say, so I do.
She puts up a half-assed fight as I grab one arm and tie a knot around her wrist.
“Hades…” she growls out a warning, but she can’t hide how her pulse speeds up. Once both of her wrists are tied, I step back and take in the sight before me. She’s at my mercy now, and try as she might, Persephone cannot hide the fact that she desires this as much as she tries to protest it.
I’m done talking, however. It’s time to show her I mean what I say.
With her hands stretched out wide, her tits jut out, tempting me. Fuck, I want to slide my dick between them until I paint them with my cum. But I don’t quite trust her not to do something insane and try to bite my cock if I get too close to her mouth right now. So instead, I come to her hips.
Settling myself between her outstretched legs, I grab those luscious tits in my hands, and squeeze them as I drive my cock into her tight pussy.
She cries out at the force of my thrust. Sliding out, I push in again, just as strong, and her body slides up the bed.
I bring one hand to hold her hips in place, as I ram my cock in and out, bringing her to the edge between pleasure and pain.
I can sense when she gives in to me. It’s clearly enough from the way her body simultaneously relaxes around me and lights up with her own lust and desire.
She may claim to hate me, but she doesn’t hate this.
Her body tells the truth in its response to me.
And that knowledge, that power, drives me forward.
With a grunt I lift one of her legs up and over my shoulder, my lips finding her smooth calf and pressing a kiss there before I can think about the action.
Persephone’s eyes open at the touch of my lips, and I know she’s just as confused by that second of tenderness as I am. But it’s gone in an instant, as I hammer my cock into her hot, wet pussy. The new angle hits something inside of her that has her clenching and moaning my name.
My movements speed up as I dig to find the arrogance and the rage that fuels me. There is no room for softer emotions. The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, my grunts and her moans mingling together.
“Fuck,” I cry out hoarsely as I grit my teeth, feeling my orgasm barreling toward completion.
I lose all sense of anything but the feel of her tight pussy holding my cock, as I thrust once, twice, then shout a curse as I feel my cum shooting into her in thick, hot ribbons. After what feels like an eternity, I finish.
I pull out of her, noticing with no small amount of pleasure the sight of my cum dripping out of her. Marking her.
Fuck. I was definitely supposed to pull out. But I just lost my moorings for a moment.
I untie her wrists and she scoots away from me, rubbing them gently. Penny shoots me a look.
“You aren’t allowed to come inside me,” she says softly. “I thought we had agreed on that.”
“We did.” I shrug, shame skittering down my spine. “I think ye should be taking the pill. I’ll arrange to get ye a few months’ doses.”
She glares at me. “I am not a fucking sex doll that you just cum in. I’m a human being, Hades. And the contraceptive pill isn’t without risks. I would be taking on the brunt of them just so you can cum inside my body without worrying about the consequences.”
Ah, there she is. I was wondering where the Persephone I know was hiding.
I stand up, cocking a brow. But Penny shoots to her feet, already shaking her head.
“Never mind.”
She grabs her sweater, hauling it over her head as she storms off.