Page 27 of Hades

He didn’t have to wait long to find out who it was. The door opening instantly.

Oh, the past had come to call and brought a pair of long tanned legs attached to it.

She stepped out of the car the moment his bike pulled up alongside, his eyes darkly unreadable, some would say he had an evil face, but that was by the by since he didn’t fucking care what people whispered about him now. He knew what he looked like, and bitches about fell over themselves in their haste to get at Kyle—Hades. Fuck, that would take some getting used to.

Kyle was dead. Long live Hades.

Women liked what he looked like. Blonde and big all over, his eyes indecipherable, mysterious and he knew how to fuck enough pleasure into those supple bodies to leave any woman with a lasting impression of him, but he would be blind to not notice how he was feared at the same time.

A reputation manufactured to perfection.

You, little evil shit.

Evil spawn.

You’re so fucking evil.

Throughout his life it had been spat at him from one woman after another, some without provocation, after all, what kid of seven can be considered evil? Damien not included. Now, though, he didn’t mind a bitch saying what he was. He didn’t care much about them past what was between a pair of thighs, he really wasn’t losing sleep over the opinion of an airhead who relied on daddy for her allowance and needed someone else to do all her thinking.

Women hating misogynist.

Evil bastard.

He didn’t give a fuck what anyone said about him now.

He’d climb to the top of the food chain by any means necessary, did they really think their small, pitiful opinions could be heard from up there?

It was a surprise then, as he turned the key to kill the bike engine that Hades felt a kick of surprise seeing who those long legs belonged to.

Along with the surprise came uncertainty fast on its heels. It lasted a mere second before he shut it out. He didn’t care what she thought of him now, or wondering what she was thinking as her eyes widened in wonder when she looked at him.

Face blank, Hades rested his gloved hands on the handlebars and waited until the woman, all grown up now, closed her car door, and approached him tentatively.

He made no move to climb off his bike and meet her half way. He got a sick twisted kick out of making her walk the short distance to him, watching how she stiffened her spine and fidgeted fingers on the corner of her pale pink cardigan, almost as if he’d whispered the command for her to come to him.Good girl.His past-self crowed.

“What are you doing here, Dana?” No hello. It came out more of a growl then a curious question and the woman he’d once known as intimately as a young fifteen-year-old boy could recoiled at the tone of his voice.

Something banged inside his chest.

The girl that got away.

Not so much, they’d drifted apart naturally, one day turned into two and then a month and the next he’d heard she’d gone off to out of state college. It was more than four years and some change ago he’d heard anything of her or the Daniels family and sure, he’d thought about Dana over the years, she sucked cock like a professional good girl who made swallowing come her favorite hobby, and the way she’d worshiped him, the first girl to love him with all the silliness a teenager can feel and though he hadn’t felt the same, he found it surprising to have her in his mind sometimes.

“I—I’m getting married this weekend, Kyle.”

So, fucking what.He wanted to say. Only he didn’t.

The tightness in his chest increased, something foul tasted on his tongue and for a hot second, he wanted to rage and demand she call it off, that she belonged to him, it washimshe fucked first, the first cock she’d bounced on and cried for more. It was his body she’d explored and learned everything she knows about sex, his cock she abused with her hungry fucking lips, never tiring of sucking him into her slutty throat.

Dana Daniels.

His first obsession in his orbit once more.

Under the dim light of the moon her once ice blonde hair looked even whiter. Shorter and feather-wispy at the ends, she looked older, prettier and she was staring at him.

“You look … so different, Kyle. Bigger.” Her lips turned up shyly. The moon and outside lights casting a shadow on her face.

Of fucking course, he appeared different now, not for the fact he’d grown up. He was a scrawny little shit the last time she knew him. He’d been tall then, nearing six feet, but living on a meagre diet of peanut butter sandwiches didn’t put meat on anyone’s bones. Now Hades was all about taking care of his body like a goddamn temple, he was hard and severe all over, he pumped iron like it was his only vocation in life. The bigger his biceps got, the better he felt, and the more fearful people looked at him the greater his ego became.

---