Page 33 of Hades

Even within the dark Hummer interior he sensed how her cheeks flamed by the way she let her chin fall and ice white hair drifted over his body to tickle him. It was an oddly comforting sensation, one he frowned over before he shook the notion from his mind and he helped her along by lifting his hips and nudging in.

“Kyle...give me it. I need it inside me,” she whimpered, sinking…sinking. That wasn’t his fucking name and he punished her by piercing nails into her perfect, porcelain skin, by maneuvering her onto all fours to fuck as animals, hammering into her harshly until her climax spilled out like a goddamn sea not even Moses himself could part.

“Tight and sweet as I remember.” He grunted. “That’s it.”

After a few damning thrusts that caused her to wrench forward on her hands, Hades let go and pumped her full, the groan ricocheting around the car until all that was left behind was the sound of his ragged panting as he fell over her back, his mouth buried in the base of her skull tasting her expensive perfume, crushing her briefly before he pulled himself out and parked his ass on the seat.

What a mess they were leaving in her pristine car. He just bet she had to have the thing valeted. The awareness satisfied him more than it should have for a man who didn’t care for anything.

But Dana touched buttons he didn’t know he had inside him.

He smiled to himself for the good girl taking her car into the dealership to wash come stains from its seats, now that was fucking hilarious.

“That was…” She spoke finally, breathing rapidly as she tried to right her shirt over her ripe tits. A shame since they were a nice pair. After she refastened two he reached out and stopped her by pressing a finger over the third button. She shivered when he pushed that same finger down her cleavage.

Lids lowered, watching her as an animal would after a good hearty meal. He still felt the pounding of noise in his head, that well-worn drum of gratification that couldn’t truly be sated with a few, short fucks.

“Yeah, it was.” He smirked, lighting a fresh smoke, remembering to lower the damn window so the princess didn’t catch second-hand fucking cancer or whatever. When it was your time it was your time, he reckoned, no point fighting it or denying the pleasures he wanted. And after sex he liked to light up and inhale toxins into his bloodstream.

“Thank you, Kyle—Hades.”

She was thanking him for a fuck? That was new, but his dick was pleased, it even tingled at the tip, a few minutes he’d be good to go for a third and final time before he kicked her back to her country club life. His brow lifted and stayed there on his forehead. Staying silent he puffed on his smoke.

Taking a long, hard look at her. She was the same girl he’d once known, and for whatever crazy fucking reasons he wanted to style, he liked her. For years she’d let him use her as a refuge from the scourge of his life, even when she hadn’t known he was losing his madness inside her body she’d welcomed him into her arms and swallowed his affectionate lies. He wouldn’t feel guilt for anything back then, she got something out of it as well, her reasons, his reasons, and they’d met in the middle for hot fucks and secret meetings.

Whatever her motives now for looking him up, he was content to see Dana again.

After a long minute’s silence, she squirmed under his dark scrutiny, folding her hands in her lap like a proper lady and not one who writhed like a delicious whore moments ago.

“Do you remember how you used to quote scripture to me, when we….”

“When we’d fuck on your bed with your face smashed into a pillow while your daddy was downstairs? Yeah, I remember.” He supplied the rest of that story for her. Her fingers fluttered around her throat as if searching out pearls.Too late for that, sweet love,you’re fully scandalized already. He’d whisper all kinds of biblical shit in her ear just to freak her out. More often than not her eyes would round wide as dinner plates as he pounded into her while he told her of hell and damnation. It had been funny and just a bit sadistic to scare the princess into coming hard even when she was terrified of being caught. Those were his favorite climaxes, the ones her body betrayed her with.

“What was your favorite passage?”

He answered before he fully processed why the fuck she was even asking it. The nicotine, murder and sex flowed in his blood, lethargic toxins making him looser than usual.

“Genesis 4.” When she looked baffled he supplied. “Cain and Abel.”

“Oh. Yeah. One evil brother the other not.”

Typical she’d interpret that way. Hades never did. Cain had a rough fucking deal always in the shadow of his brother. Not like Adam or Eve ever treated them equally. It was a constant competition.

He favored Cain. Connecting with the ‘bad’ brother if he were really analyzing that shit. Hades summoned up his father’s unholy fidelities, it wasn’t only his mom he messed around with, the good catholic fraud once had mistresses all over their neighborhood he’d abused like his own personal fuck toys sent from God. It stood to reason Hades would have brothers somewhere. Probably a ton of bastards all over. Not that he cared.

Yeah. Cain got the raw end of the deal. Ask him, it was only right Abel was snuffed out by his brother’s hand. Made room for bigger and better, what was he meant to do when his sacrifice was rejected by God.

No man should ever feel less than he is.

Feeling reflective, he smoked and watched the woman, gave a moment’s wonder how her life had been all these years if she was seeking out a fast-illicit screw with him, it couldn’t be any kind of an exciting life to his reckoning. What with a big sports star in her bed, probably millions in the bank and she sought out a thrill in the back of her car in the dead of night from the guy who fucked her virginity straight to hell.

How the pompous had fallen from their high horse.

If circumstance had been more privileged, if he’d kept her in his life, made her official, maybe she’d be at his side now as his queen, his old lady.

Then he chuckled to himself for that stray thought, proving he was high on sex, causing her head to lift and stare at him. What a crazy fucking idea.

He no more desired a bitch at his side then he did a hernia on his left nut.

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