Chapter Nine
Fire blazed in his eyes, almost animalistic with intensity, all of it focused on her.
Heat surged through her, creating need. Desire.
Making her ache in the most delicious way.
Fingertips danced over her cheek to cup her jaw, tilting her head right before his kiss sent the world spinning.
He plunged his tongue into her mouth as he pinned her hands above her head.
His restraint was like the night they shared, and she panted with expectation.
Unable to keep still, she bucked against him, pushing her pelvis against his. Time stopped, only heartbeats could be heard. Switching both of her wrists to one of his hands he was frantic as he hiked up her dress and slid his fingers under her panties. Rubbing her clit only made her wetter.
What was he doing to her? She was wonton.
Desperate to feel him inside. To pound his cock into her until she fell apart.
When he withdrew from her pussy, she made a small sound of protest. Then she heard a zipper, and his fingers dug into the fleshy globes of her ass as he lifted her up.
She stared into his eyes as he buried himself with one hard thrust. She gasped and tightened her legs around him, holding on as he set a frantic rhythm.
It was like they couldn’t get enough of each other.
Hades wasn’t gentle as he fucked her. Pounding harder.
Moving more urgent, more frantic. Hovering on the edge of an orgasm.
All the while, he stared her in the eyes.
His lust was hot. Magnetic. They moved as one, quickly hurdling toward a chasm.
Then she fractured apart. Her body locked up as spasms of pleasure coursed through her.
He moved, shifted, and with a hard thrust fell with her.
For a long while they stayed locked together.
Her face buried in his neck, breathing him in, letting her heart rate settle.
She eventually lifted her head, as did he, and they stared at one another. What was he thinking? Was he finally done with her? Did this moment give him the closure he needed?
“Your weekends belong to me,” he finally said. His voice deep and little guttural.
Her brow furrowed. “What?”
“You’re coming home with me tonight and then plan on returning to me next weekend.”
The way he stated it didn’t give her the option of saying no. Then again, she didn’t want to say no.
“Okay.”
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Hades pulled out of her and immediately realized he hadn’t worn protection.
His cum dripped from her pussy, and something primitive awoke within him.
A caveman mentality that made him want to mark her.
The realization she’d come to his club with the thought of having another man’s touch infuriated him.
Until he got his fill of her, she belonged to him and he’d kill any man who touched her.
A look of concern rolled across her face, and as she reached down between her legs, he captured her hand.
He didn’t want her to wipe him away. Besides, he couldn’t get her pregnant.
He’d taken care of that problem years ago.
Condoms broke. Dishonorable women stole used ones in an effort to impregnate themselves. He refused to be trapped like that.
He bent and pulled her panties up, trapping his semen against her delicate pussy lips.
She’d feel him until he got her into a shower.
Already he pictured taking her against the tiled wall, and his cock stirred at the mental image.
He felt like a horny teenager unable to keep his dick under control.
After tucking himself away in his pants and zipping them closed, he cupped her face.
She looked up at him, her gorgeous eyes searching his face in confusion.
There wasn’t anything he could say or explain why he was gripped with this need to consume her.
“I came with my friend,” she said. “I can’t abandon her out there.”
He wanted all her attention, but recognized he wouldn’t have that if she was worried about her friend. “I’ll have one of my men follow you. Then he’ll bring you back to me.”
She opened her mouth to no doubt decline, but he placed a finger on her lips.
“Non-negotiable,” he said. He took out his phone and texted his head of security. A moment later, a knock sounded on his door. “Accompany her to find her friend, then bring her back. Guard her. Fuck up, and you can join the others.”
His man nodded, understanding immediately what he implied. Cora gave him one more long glance then walked out of his office. Immediately he walked over to the bank of monitors and watched her progress as he made another call.
“Acheron, what have you found out?”
“Steven Harold works for the LC Group,” came the reply. “And he was at the company party. Looking over the security footage from the club, the victim left and it shows the male figure we see in the parking garage video following her.”
Hades saw Cora moving through the dancing bodies.
“I don’t think it’s a coincidence that I threatened him over Cora and a look-alike shows up dead on my property.”
“Probably hoping the cops would drag you into an investigation.”
“I want everything on him by morning. I want his family names, his friends. Hang-outs. Hell, I want to know what brand of toothpaste he uses. If I can’t find him, I’ll find what he cares about.”
He disconnected the call and saw Cora tap a woman on the shoulder. They conversed then hugged, and Cora slowly made her way back to him. The need to protect her rode him hard, and he wasn’t sure why. Perhaps because he hadn’t gotten his fill of her. He still wanted her.
If it was the last thing he did, he would fuck her out of his system.