Page 46 of Hades

“Fuck you. There’s an answer. I told you not to call me that.”

Hidden behind her expression, just like she’d schooled every reaction on her face, it maddened him. Every fucking thing belonged to him! How dare she!

He grabbed her by the crown of her hair, it felt rough like straw, she hadn't washed it in weeks, because he hadn't allowed it, oh he knew what she was doing with the spare bottles of water she stole from the store room, using it to wash when he was out. She couldn't do anything without him knowing, sneaky sweet love was learning her own tricks.

He reacted like a giant, fucking bastard and knew it, but the compelling towards her was visceral, almost as if his body was on auto pilot when the girl was around him because he showed more emotion with her then he ever thought possible.

To break her was for him to open his own fucking Pandora’s box at the same damn time. He both loved and loathed in equal measure and punished her even more for his own weaknesses.

If she returned to him compliant he would have attended to her wounds, maybe a little roughly, just to hear her cry, but she never did. The girl never knew he could be nice towards her because she didn’t offer the one thing he wanted.

Her hatred grew stronger within her pale eyes and Hades determination to break the girl was parallel.

“I hate you.” She whispered, the sentiment swelled his chest as he smiled and used his free hand to grab her chin, forcing her to face him, as his other hand stroked her soreness, blood coating his fingers he brought one and painted her lips.

“I know you do and that’s why, my sweet love, today is not going to be good to you. Get on the bed.”

She stalled just like a dog would before a whipping, her bones stiffening under his hands and he felt her slight tremor and he growled for her hesitation, the girl didn’t learn a fucking thing in all this time. “Don’t fucking make me repeat myself.”

“Please. I can’t. Not today. I’m too sore.”

Good. Was it the sound of his belt unbuckling that caused a lone tear to roll down her already tear stained face? He caught it on his thumb, licking it away. The salt seeping into his mouth just as insanity did. He was taking chances by keeping her. Not only because the girl did have family, friends, and her college.

He’d seen to it that she called her parents from her phone, with his hand wrapped tightly in her hair while she fed them some bullshit story he’d provided her that she was taking time out. They hadn’t bought it and he’d need to rectify that soon or have a full-scale search out for her on the goddamn news. Her father was some bigshot Boston lawyer.

Maybe he hadn’t thought it all through, but it was too late now, the girl belonged to him and Hades was not versed in handing over his stuff to anyone.

She shuffled over to the bed and his cock hardened.

“Time to show me what bad girl things my men taught you, sweet love. I have a feeling your over-used pussy will like me today when it feels the difference of who is inside you.”

With a smirk, he followed her across the room as she began to cry silently.

It was music to his dead soul.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“With this deal. I thee enslave.”

It didn’t take the girl long to start running. The attempts began every other day for weeks and eight month later it was still happening.

Fevered, dark thoughts manifested until they swirled behind his eyes, the crunch of his jaw was the first sign he was mashing his teeth together.

He’d locked her in a broom closet for two days. She still tried to run. For that time, he’d issued T-bone to teach her a lesson and that bastard had gone above and beyond, five days later she tried it again, he’d caught her with her butt half out of his bedroom window. The situation wasn’t ideal and more than once he’d considered moving her to a different location, only he knew if she was in his club the cops stayed away, wouldn’t even dream of looking inside for her if she were reported missing, not with the amount of cash he passed through their fucking hands. As well as he used his men to keep her on lockdown. Not that they thought it was a chore, they used his little fuck-toy as much as he did with one go-ahead nod from Hades.

“You know I always drag you back, my crazy, fucking sweet love. You know bad bitches get punished, what do you want it to be this time?”

Despising excuses, he was surprised she didn’t issue him one. He knew why. When he fucked the girl, she seemed to go away in her head, barely moving, never making a sound, not after those first few times she pleaded him to stop, now she was a warm corpse under him as his cock pounded her stupid, his teeth gnarled with frustration and anger that she showed no reaction to him fucking her as he did. He was never gentle, he left her dry pussy sore and well used.

Why wouldn’t she come? Why wouldn’t she fuckingcomefor him? he thrust harder, deeper, longer, slower. Every other bitch he fucked soaked his goddamn cock in her pleasure whether he tried to get her off or not, more often he didn’t care for their pleasure, but they all wanted on his big dick, and yet, the girl was dormant in her own body, every time he climbed into his bed and hauled her in or bent her over his desk her facial expression dropped, and she went somewhere else.

It pissed him the fuck off.

“One day I will destroy you. Do you know that? Like a house of cards, you’ll topple over by my hand.”

Fingers bit into her skinny, protruding hips. He couldn’t recall if he’d allowed her food today ... or yesterday. He jammed his cock and smirked when she uttered a pained sound.

Good. Make it hurt, pain she reacted to. “This would go so much easier for you if you’d enjoy it. Work my fat cock for your master, sweet love, cream for me and I’ll bring any food you want tonight.”

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