Page 25 of Left Hand of the Divine
No. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t my Hades. He seemed defeated. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Just go, Roux. Please.”
“No, not before you tell me what’s wro—”
“There’s nothing wrong!” he roared, embers dancing beneath his skin. They glowed and shimmered, and I could feel the heat from them as he leaned closer. “So, you can leave.”
I closed the gap between us, getting all up in his face so I could meet him eye to fucking eye. “Don’t lie to me, Hades.”
His nostrils flared wide as he took a deep breath. “You’re such a brat, Roux.”
“Stop deflecting, yourmajesty,” I sassed back. “And besides, you can deny it all you want, but you like it.”
Flames danced in his eyes, and a low growl reverberated in his throat. “I hate you.”
I smirked up at him. “No, you don’t.” I leant closer until my lips were a hair's breadth away from his and dropped my voice to a whisper. “Don’t you want to punish me, Daddy?”
“Stop it,” he ordered, his voice low and threatening, and the heat emanating from him intensified until it looked like lava swirling beneath his skin.
“Or what?”
“You’re walking on thin ice, Little Reaper.”
I wrapped my fingers around his black tie and tugged on the silky material. “Am I? And what are you going to do about it?”
Silence stretched between us as we stared at each other. Neither of us breathed or blinked. There wasn’t even a flicker of an eyelash. I knew I was taunting him, pushing him, but there was something about the threat of death at Hades’ hand that was a goddamn aphrodisiac.
“I suppose I could just go—”
I’d barely finished the sentence when his hand wrapped around my throat, and he pushed me backwards into the window. The air left my lungs with awhooshwhen my back hit the glass.
He slotted his thigh between my legs, and I rolled my hips, seeking friction where I needed it the most.
“Look at you.” He lowered his mouth to my ear to whisper his words like an intimate caress. “Such a needy little slut for me.”
“Hades,” I moaned as the heat of his skin pressed against my face. Those embers of rage were burning me like I was too close to the sun.
He squeezed his hand tighter around my throat. “That’s not what you call me, is it?”
I shook my head and rolled my hips again. Gods, he was right. I was a slut. And so damnneedy.
“I need your words, baby girl.” He dug his fingers into the soft spot above my hip bone, hard enough that I knew there would be bruises.
“No, Daddy.”
He hummed, low and throaty, and I fucking melted. “Good girl.”
Chapter Nine
Hades
Roux whimpered beneath me, sensitive to every little touch. It was beautiful to watch her come undone under my hands. All those tiny little moans and breathy sighs that left her mouth had my cock hard and desperation clawing at my insides.
It had been so long since I’d felt this kind of connection with anyone. The last time was…
I swallowed. No, I wouldn’t go there. Persephone was a long time ago, and I needed to move on. Needed to live in the light of someone else instead of the shadows of her death. I’d never thought I’d find anyone again, but then in walked this little reaper who tore my world apart. She made me look at her in a way I had never expected to look at another person ever again.
“You infuriate me,” I said as she squirmed beneath me. “You’re stubborn and headstrong. Foolish. So why do you have me so twisted that I don’tknow which way is up?”
