Chapter 32

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Hades prowled through the penthouse, looking for his wife. They’d lost another shipment to the Titans tonight. Guns this time. Demeter was trying to flood his streets with semi-automatics.

Just last week he had to put down a gang that thought to fight his men for territory. Others had the same idea now that the Titans were challenging him so outright, thinking they could take advantage of his distracted focus.

They were wrong. He’d put every last one of them six feet under. But an influx of weapons like this would only further embolden new enemies.

It was just eight at night and he should still be at the office discussing blockades into the city.

Instead he was standing here in the doorway of his master bath. Watching his wife as she toweled off, humming to herself, obviously oblivious to his presence. Steam still filled the air. She must have only just stepped out of the shower.

As she raised her head, she shrieked, seeing his steam-blurred reflection in the mirror.

“Hush, it’s just me.” Hades stepped into the room as she wrapped the towel around herself.

“You shocked me,” she said, eyes still wide. “I didn’t expect you home this early.”

“It’s almost eight.”

“You didn’t come home last night. And isn’t there a concert at Elysium?”

“Not tonight.” Hades leaned against the sink and watched her, his eyes running up and down her toweled form.

But soon looking wasn’t enough. He stepped closer and then his hands closed over her shoulders, sliding down her bare skin and taking the towel with them.

“This is why I come home,” he whispered into her ear. “You make me forget all my troubles.” It was more than he meant to say but true all the same.

They didn’t play today. No, his need was too urgent. He had to be inside his wife so he boosted her up onto the counter, unbuckled and shoved his pants down and then?—

He threw his head back as he sank inside her. She was wet for him. Always wet. He reached up and pinched her nipple. Her sharp gasp made him even harder, though he wouldn’t have thought that was possible.

This was all he’d been able to think about, all day long. He’d been pissed about the shipment, it was true. He wanted to strangle Demeter Titan.

But more than that, he’d wanted to get in his car and break every traffic law to get home and fuck his wife.

He pulled out and then stroked back in and she clenched around him so fucking deliciously. Her body was made for his. There was no other way to describe it. Sex had never been like this before. Like something that felt as necessary as breathing. Every hour of the day he went without being inside her he wanted to make up with two more buried balls deep in her pussy.

Some of his lieutenants were grumbling about his disappearing acts. Charon had reported that little shit, Angelo, trying to stir the guys up by saying Hades was pussy whipped by a Titan. Charon had given the boy a beating he wasn’t likely to soon forget for his disrespect. But times were tense and the less time Hades spent at home, the better.

Frankly, he’d thought it would get better with time. That he’d work his wife out of his system. But like feeding an addiction, it only got worse. Sometimes he fucked her three times a night and then again in the morning…and yet all day he could think only about coming back home and doing this?—

He thrust in again, clutching her ass to get the best angle possible, to go deep and also grind against her to make her mewl in pleasure. Her little noises that he was fucking addicted to as well if he was being honest with himself.

“Tesoro mio. Mia moglie.” My treasure. My wife.

Her breathy squeaks got higher and higher as he drove her to the edge and everything else fell away. There was only this. Her body. Her nails clawing his scalp and her hips thrusting against his in desperation, she was so close.

Some nights he loved to torture her. To pull back and make her beg. To remind her who exactly was in control.

But right now he just wanted to make her fly and to feel her milking him so he kept pounding away. And when she screamed her orgasm and it echoed off the bathroom tiles, he let go and spilled into her, a king conquering his queen and marking her as his in the most primal way possible.

When it was done, she bowed her head over his shoulder, breath heaving. He ran his fingers down the small bumps of her spine and she shivered. He was still planted inside her and he pulled out and gave another small thrust, groaning at the pleasure she still brought him.

The steam from the mirror had mostly disappeared and he could see their reflections, the beautiful expanse of creamy skin tapering down to the tiniest little petite waste before flaring out again at her womanly hips. And him behind her, dark to her light, brute to her petite beauty.

She looked so tiny. So unbearably breakable. The world would snap her like a twig if he didn’t protect her.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him, tight. Something in his chest squeezed uncomfortably.

He looked away from the mirror and let go of her, finally sliding out. “I’ll let you clean up,” he murmured.

For a brief second, she looked up, her huge blue eyes locking on his. Whatever she was thinking, he couldn’t read it in her gaze. Except that maybe she wanted something from him. Something he couldn’t give.

“Hermes is having a party,” she said tentatively.

Hades’s brow furrowed. Whatever he’d expected her to say, that wasn’t it. “When?”

“Tomorrow night.”

“You can’t go.” He was busy tomorrow night.

Her mouth dropped open and then her eyes flashed. “I wasn’t asking for your permission.”

“Well you should have been.” The city was on the edge of fucking implosion and she wanted to go to a party? Who knew what kind of security would be there and who might sneak in? The wife of Hades Ubeli would be more than an attractive target for countless enemies.

“I was trying to ask if you wanted to go with me but now I rescind the invitation.” She hopped off the vanity and strode out of the bathroom.

Oh-no-she-didn’t.

“Don’t you walk away from me.” He grabbed her elbow and spun her around.

“And don’t you fucking touch me without my permission.” Her eyes blazed and Hades’s groin tightened. Oh he would have fun teaching her this lesson. She thought she would defy him, on today of all days?

But before he could even begin to chastise her, his damned phone rang. He couldn’t afford to miss a single call. Not after all that had been happening.

“What?” he barked after pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“Boss, you gotta come down here,” Charon said. “We already got a lead on a buyer for the semis. Shouldn’t talk over the phone, but I’ll tell you everything when you get here.”

Fuck. He felt like throwing the phone against the wall. But no. Control in all things. Control always. Otherwise people got hurt.

He pointed a finger in Persephone’s face. “You and I will talk later.”

She just crossed her arms over her chest and got an even more obstinate expression on her face. Oh yes, he’d enjoy teaching her this lesson very much. It would give him something to look forward to the rest of the very long night he had no doubt was ahead.

But his business kept him out all that night, and the next day, too.