Page 30 of Hades

This chick. Really.

Moving quickly, larger than life, he saw a swirl of hesitation cross her lovely features, like she was weighing up had she made a colossal mistake coming here offering her sweet, little sexy body up for a bite.

But it was far too late when Hades tongue began to tingle. He might not have thought of this woman much over the years, but now here she was, presenting herself up like a gift. A stupid sacrificial lamb.

And his dick got hard.

Crowding her back against her Hummer, he boxed her in by resting his two hands on top of the ride, angling his head down until he was inhaling her scent.

Sweet as ever.

So fucking fragile.

The truth rumbled deep inside him, he found his fingers were shaking as he raised them to her face.

She was beautiful, she had always been beautiful and untouchable, and he made it a mission to touch her as much as he could. Ironic when he’d been surrounded in dirt and whores back then he’d tried his utmost to turn a sweet girl into his own slut.

Hades found that notion was still within reach when he clicked open the back door.

“In you go.”

“What?” she gasped, looked towards the car and then him, “in there? Here? Now?”

“It’s what you came for, correct me if I’m wrong.” His tone dryer than the Sahara.

She gave a huff indignantly and for a second Hades was fifteen again and in awe of this girl who at first made him work to get her pussy. “But…I thought … maybe we could talk first.”

The smell of her overly priced vehicle hit his nose as they both stood under the moon. Hades arched his brow. Was she serious? Talk about what? Maybe he could tell her how many people he’d killed. The man he killed tonight, even? Maybe they could swap drug cartel stories.

Oh, wait. The princess was more accustomed to country clubs than snorting cocaine off the back of a toilet cistern. He tested by stroking a finger down her cheek. She shivered, eyes flickering.

“You want a last fling before the big day, princess, isn’t that right? And you came to me.”

He inhaled catching her scent. It stirred his body. She always had stirred his body. Perhaps it was a weakness and her presence had thrown his control out of the window. Either way, no talking would be had.

Somehow, she swayed into him and they touched for the first time in years.

It was electric.

Skinny fingers on his rock-hard chest. He looked down for a second seeing those pale, white fingers on him. He’s not without reproach, he ought to send the bride to be on her way, tell her he wasn’t providing what she was craving.

His body had other ideas.

Dana was all wrong for him. Had always been wrong. Never mind the different track, she was out of his league. And right on that tail end of the thought his jaw crunched, and he felt the surge of anger.

No fucker was better than him. Not now. Not ever.Those days were long gone.

Palming the base of her spine he pushed her forward until she was forced to make the decision, either to move her sweet ass and get in or stop wasting his fucking time. Not a second later she climbed into the back of her own car. To his astonishment by the time he followed her closing the door on a quiet click she was breathing heavily shrugging out of her little cardigan. She tossed it in the front seat.

“I. I don’t do this kind of thing. I want you to know that, Kyle.”

He didn’t care.

The meat in his pants was already hard and growing harder by the second. He didn’t seek her reasons for cheating on mister baseball. Now that he thought of it, it was perfect really, what better way to round off his night with a good time between a pair of thighs he’d once ruined with her own virgin blood.

Fucking perfect.

A new him.

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