Page 52 of Hades

Irish threaded through the prospect’s voice, Hades noticed he hadn’t removed a gaze from the girl. “Come here, darling. It’s okay, not going to hurt ya.” A fist tightened against Hades spine hearing the silky tone, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. The prospect used a different tactic than Smite.

The girl faltered, turning her seeking gaze towards Hades for permission.That’s my good slut,at least she’d learned who her fucking master was. Inclining his head with permission the prospect pulled her in and placed her on his lap. He wasn’t attempting to unbutton his jeans though Hades saw the bulge of his dick.

What was this kid up to?

“It’s okay. Don’t be scared now, darling. Ain’t going to hurt you, see?” and didn’t the prospect flash her a winning smile. Hades felt the tightness again, hot like a fucking poker jabbing him in his spine. For a second he wanted to yank his feet down off his desk, stalk the floor and yank the bitch from the other man’s lap and place a bullet in his forehead.

The girl was unaffected. It was as if she wasn’t even there behind her eyes. It was somewhat relief Hades felt because for a second he regretted setting up his game. He’d set an impossible task for his men just to torment her further.

But when the prospect began to diddle fingers between her thighs, tending to her softly, not going at her like a fucking bull in heat, he saw the slightest flinch.

“No. Don’t.” She spoke.

She knew better than to move where she’d been placed, but he saw she was uncomfortable, tears began to pool in her eyes.

The girl hadn’t cried for him in days!

Feeling the beginning of a boiling anger in his throat, teeth inside his mouth mashed together, fists clenched, it was all he could do not to move out of the chair he was rooted to and kill everything in his office.

She was giving her fucking tears to another man!

“It’s okay, darling. Just let me make you feel good. It feels nice, doesn’t it? You’re so incredibly beautiful, just enjoy it. I promise not to hurt ya.” The Irish cunt with the crew cut hair and dark eyes smiled and rubbed between the girl’s thighs, fast then slow. He cooed like he was taming a goddamn pigeon.

Fury stung Hades throat like never before. Oh, he was mad.

“No, please, I don’t want this. Stop.Stop. Hades, please make him—”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch.” Hades issued almost on a roar and every head turned towards him. he rarely yelled, not when everyone in this place treated him like a King, his word was law, and everyone bent over backwards to see his will was done.

But there in his office, with the girl sprawled over the lap of his newest recruit, her legs wide and juices coating the fingers of the man coaxing it out of her, Hades almost lost his fucking mind.

Noise roared like molten lava through his ear canal.

And just like that, with the girl crying her pitiful woe, giving her tears—her fucking tears that belonged to him!— to another man, she came.

She goddamn came without a murmur of the pleasure her body must be experiencing as her belly concaved and twitched, only afterward it was an anguished scream torn out of her on a jerk and she wrenched herself off the lap, knees buckled, she doubled over on the floor, curling into herself where she sobbed her despair.

“Fucking asshole.” Smite commentated. “No one said we hadda finger fuck the bitch.”

The prospect looked mighty pleased with himself wiping his hand on his jeans.

“Out.” Hades growled. Neither man moved. “Get the fuck out NOW!” They moved fast, leaving him alone with the traitorous whore.

It was as he’d always known. No fucking woman was worthy of trust.

Walking around his desk, her sobs no longer sweet music to his dick, he dragged her up by the arm pits and thrust her onto the desk top, streaks of tears poured down her beautiful fucking face. The same face he wanted to see in a grave.

Whatever she was mumbling in between sobs he ignored.

“You gave it away to someone who wasn’t your master, you, disloyal little slut.” His belt unbuckled. Jeans unzipped. His length throbbed in his hand almost against his will.

He didn’t want her.He didn’t want her. But he’d teach her a goddamn lesson she’d never forget.

Noise whirled through his head, he cracked his neck and stepped between her spread legs. “No. No. No. I didn’t. I didn’t want, I asked you to make him stop—” she was a sobbing, pathetic mess, he was no longer stirred by her delicious distress.

“Shut the fuck up, sweet love. You forget who I am, you don’t ever tell me stop.”

Hiccupping sobs tormented her small frame, she wasn’t even trying to fight him and that was just disappointing, her body deplete of fight, she was his for the taking and his anger roared anew seeing her pleasure glistening onhispussy. The pussy he owned. “I can’t take this anyone. Please. I can’t. just kill me. I can’t take it. I don’t want to be here. Kill me. Please. Please.Please. Let me go or kill me.”

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