Page 42 of Hades

This was one more in a long line.

Stealing a girl wasn't even the worst thing he'd done in his life.

On some level he resented this slip of a girl making himfeel. He didn't like that consciousness, it was foreign and unnecessary, but oh so fucking addictive as it crushed its rushing noise through his ears, whispering devilish things he wanted to do to her prone body until he heard it crack apart.

With no prompting, this girl had made him hard. Without any provocation from her he was violently aroused and willing to step across an invisible line of decency.

Who was he kidding. He was no decent man.

Outside the room he heard the revelry of his men. Drunk, high and horny. It was their nightly repeated noise.

Hades didn't need a high tonight; his blood was already fucking singing opera.

That's it, wake up.

She stirred, lifting a hand to rub at her forehead. Did it ache? Was she experiencing the first pain in her new home?

And then her voice captured him. It came out of those dry lips and harpooned his fucking intestines. God. How hewanted.

If he'd had an ounce of doubt before, it popped like a balloon. She was his.

"W-where am I?"

Her gazelle-like body tried to rise, and she fell slightly, catching herself on a hand.

Hades smiled to himself though his face was a mask of nothing.

He had eyes like a predator. Eyes that assessed.

"W-what the hell..." and then she turned.

Then she saw him.

"Hello."

One simple word and whatever she heard made the girl shudder, fear crossing her lovely pale eyes so fast his cock fucking throbbed in beats of three.Want. Want. Want.

“Who are you? Where am I? my head hurts. Did I pass out? I don’t—I don’t know where this is.” All normal questions he’d expected. The pitiful thing thought he was helping her. Oh, no. She wouldn’t find any help here.

Maybe he’d make her call him master? How would that feel?

Hades hadn't truly known he would keep her for himself, but knowing her purse had shown very little personal information about who this woman belonged to, his interest was piqued. She carried very little money in her wallet, the roll of twenties didn't interest him, her driver’s licence said she was from Boston, so she was either on vacation or as he suspected at school here.

“Are you a student?”

Baby bird blinked. “Y-yes. At U of C.”

“What are you studying?”

“I don’t—How did I get here?” a touch of wariness entered her eyes as they flittered around the sparse room that would hold no clues as to where she was. Hades leered on the inside. She was so pretty with a hint of color returning to her face. He wondered what she’d look like truly terrified.

“What are studying?”

“Why won’t you answer me! I have to go. I need to go. Where is my purse? I’ll call for a friend to come and get me. I’m sorry if—I don’t know where I am.”

The tremor in her voice was music to him.

He’d made grown men piss themselves with fear.

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