Chapter 10
HADES
‘Leave me.’ I turned to Minthe, who was overstaying her welcome. I poured another whisky and settled onto the sofa.
‘But Hades, the night is still young. Let’s have some fun,’ she purred as she knelt between my legs. As her hand moved to my belt, I grabbed it.
‘It’s still a no, Minthe. I’m married. Do not push me.’
Minthe laughed, and I felt my temper prickle.
‘You’re not married to her, Hades. She doesn’t even know you…
Not like I do. No one understands you as well as I do.
We’re good together.’ She licked her lips, glancing up at me from beneath her lashes.
‘She treated you terribly at dinner.’ I glared at her; the truth stung.
‘You know I truly love you, and I’ll do anything to please you. ’
I stood up and pulled her to her feet. I could have fucked her senseless and got rid of my pent-up irritation and sexual frustration, but the only person I wanted was Persephone.
Gods, I was so screwed.
‘Goodnight, Minthe.’ I pushed her out the door; her protests were lost as I slammed it.
‘Fucking Persephone,’ I grunted as I poured another drink.
She had humiliated me at the meal, much to the delight of my old friends, Hermes and Dionysus.
The look of defiance she wore so well only made me crave her more.
I wanted to bend her over my knee and spank the insolence out of her, and the sight of other men touching her drove me to fury, wanting to tear their dicks from their bodies.
I grimaced and knocked back my Scotch before pouring another.
Morpheus appeared. ‘She is dreaming, Your Highness.’ I raised my glass to him as he bowed and disappeared.
Persephone had no idea I had orchestrated her dreamscape or that I possessed the ability to dream-walk. It had been the only way to visit and converse with her. But this time, I would reveal myself.
Taking a deep breath, I willed myself to her.
Looking at her, leaning over and smelling the narcissi made my cock swell.
The silk shorts clung to her pert butt, and when she turned around and saw me, her nipples hardened like pebbles, and I had almost lost it.
She was desperately impertinent and infuriatingly beautiful.
It had demanded every ounce of self-control to refrain from bending her over and pounding my cock into the wilful enchantress.
Touching her hot, desperate body with my shadows and watching her fall apart so quickly because of me was sheer bliss. I hungered for the feel of her, the taste of her, and her moans of need.
I had to have her.
Afterwards, I watched her sleep for a moment, her face relaxed and sated, and then I placed her blade on the bedside table and vanished.
Her body responding to me as it always had served to lighten my melancholy. I yearned to be inside her—to fill her in all the right ways—but the time would come, and it would be she who begged for it, not I.