Page 43 of Hades

Had more than his fair share of fights overpowering much bigger men and the joy he’d felt for the win afterward, but nothing compared to this feeling battering his conscious mind, filling him with euphoric, static energy to see a pretty, little thing so scared with barely any provocation. He could come right now without laying a finger on his cock.

Just imagine what she’d be like if I really tried to frighten her.Soon. Soon. Soon.He inhaled the helium inside his chest wall and asked once more for the final time. He was not a man to repeat himself.

“What’s your major?”

“Law. I’m—I’m studying law. I graduate in a few months’ time.”

“What kind?”

“Corporate.

“Hm. I would have guessed from looking at you that you’d be pro-bono, helping the helpless of the world.”

He liked the arch of her long neck as she angled it to look up at him. It was subservient and it pinched pleasure in his throat. She should always be on her knees for him was his follow-on thought.

"Will—will you let me—show me out? I don’t know how I got here."

Only, she lied, he saw it flicker across her face. Was she recounting the meeting on the side of the road with Smite? Could she recall the foul smell of the cloth before consciousness evaded her? Noticing the slight tremble in her hands, and the way she rose those same fingers to her throat she rolled up to her knees and then climbed unsteadily to her feet.

She was smaller than he imagined up close on and on her feet. Tiny and attractive and looking directly at him with wary fear in those ice eyes of hers. He knew her surname now so knew she was no relation to his former lover, but the look of Dana was there. Younger, more petitely stacked. She had the same awareness of her surroundings, as if logging everything around her without looking directly at it. Shy and anxious.

There was mildness to his tone when he replied.

"No."

Her facial expressions fascinated him, almost as though he were watching a wild animal caged in captivity.

She was so fucking fresh and clean his hands jerked connected to his wrists to touch her.

There had been countless faceless women, all of them had come to him of their own free will, some had begged to be fucked and discarded, he never remembered names, or faces, the same women came around his club repeatedly and none lingered in his mind.

Not like this one.

It was unexplainable this fresh, blonde bird with her clipped wings, lying dormant on his floor, was the cause of his heart pounding.

“Please. Who are you? Will you help me? Please. Please. I want to go home.”

“You can call me master.” She recoiled. “And you are.”

“I—I am what?”

“Home.”

Big, fat tears gathered on her lashes when realization of her situation began to sink in. He’d neither moved, nor made to touch her, yet she wrapped arms around herself and ran for the door, finding it locked, she banged and hammered with her fists until the door smeared with her blood from broken skin and still she continued to scream for someone to help her. Poor bird, no one out there would come to her aid, none of those men out there, even if they were decent men, would go against Hades, not if they wanted to live.

She screamed until she was hoarse, collapsing into a sobbing mess.

The pretty doll was so broken.

And Hades so unexplainably happy to witness it.

Her eyes were so goddamn pretty. Haunting and scared and full of harrowing terror, he could almost hear her heart hammering. He was lost in her fear.

The embodiment of temptation was Eve and he was looking directly at his own and welcoming that first bite of the apple.

Yeah, his decision was made.

How could it be any other way when the woman in front of him, cowering with her anguished tears and imploring tongue to let her out had captured him on first sight.

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