16. Hades

Chapter 16

Hades

" H iding yourself from me only makes me harder." I shifted and spread my legs slightly, letting her see the hard length of my cock punching against my slacks. "You're so innocent, not wanting Daddy to see those perfect little breasts. Now, sweetheart."

He smiled smoothly.

"Here's what's going to happen." I took another long drink and watched her over the rim. "I'm going to speak. You're going to listen." Her little nostrils flared from her anger, but she kept that pretty mouth shut. "You're going to do every single thing I say without sass, without backtalk. And I'm going to watch you obey."

"E-excuse me?" A look of shock was rooted on her face.

The flash of defiance in her eyes had my cock throbbing in response.

She was strong, but I was stronger. And we both knew this was what she wanted and needed.

But I welcomed the fight she'd give me. It turned me on more.

"And you are going to be a good girl and give me this because, deep down, you want to please me. Understand?"

She opened her mouth and closed it repeatedly. My girl was at a loss for words.

Corrupting her is going to feel so fucking good. I just wish Zachariah was here to see it.

But as that thought slammed into my head, it was quickly whisked away. Things were shifting, changing, completely rearranging inside of me so profoundly I didn't feel like myself when I was around her.

I'd wanted to use her, ruin her for anyone else. I wanted her to cling to me, like I was the air in her lungs and the blood in her veins. All I'd been able to think about was leaving her cold, broken-hearted, and penniless. And I hadn't planned on looking back.

But now… now none of that made sense.

"Go on, Bunny," I cooed. "Show me how perfect you are." Her cheeks turned pink from embarrassment.

I smoothed my fingers back and forth over the leather armrest. I was excited, so fucking eager to see how far I could push her.

"I-I've never been naked in front of anyone before," Persephone whispered in a frightened voice.

"Oh, darling," I said with a grin, my arousal heightening because of her fear of the unknown. "That changes here and now. Show Daddy what's his."

After I told Persephone to strip, a long minute of silence passed. The only sound filling the room was of the fire licking over the logs in the hearth.

I leaned back in the chair. I'd been waiting for this moment. The very fucking thought of her at my mercy, of doing what I said without hesitation, had me beating off morning and night. Fuck, even that wasn't enough to sate my need for her.

I was constantly hard, my cock at half-mast until I was in private. And then the fucker got rock solid, knowing it was time to ease some of the pressure as I fantasized about Persephone and what I was about to make her do.

She stood and stared at me, her eyes wide, the long fall of her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. She was afraid. It was like an aphrodisiac to me. The ends of her hair were still damp from her shower, soft waves framing her face.

And she was breathing hard, the tight beads of her nipples stabbing through the threadbare sweater she wore.

I was already like granite, harder than I ever remembered being in my fucking life.

Maybe she neededa little inspiration, a little nudge?

Without saying a word, I rose and walked over to my desk, pulled open the large drawer at the bottom, and removed the gift I'd gotten her that day we'd gone shopping.

Or maybe it's my gift. I was, after all, the one who'd get the most enjoyment out of it.

When I was back in my chair, relaxed, content to just watch her, I held out the brown box with the white script scrawled along the top.

She eyed it for a second, her shapely brows pulling down in confusion before she hesitantly took it. And then she saw the brand scrawled on the top.

"What are these?"

I slowly smiled before I responded, letting her wonder what I'd say.

"You need someone to rein you in, Bunny. You need me to be in control so you don't have to think. You only have to feel ." I pointedly looked at the box. "Surely you know what shoes are, Bunny?"

Persephone licked her lips and opened the lid. She pulled out the red bag that held the heels inside, set the box down, and finally took out the shoes.

She looked between the shoes, then to me, and back at the heels again.

"Put them on," I lazily ordered. I'd picked out the black suede Dolly Pumps from Louboutin because when I'd seen them, I pictured Persephone wearing them and nothing else.

She started breathing harder, and I patiently waited as I sipped my drink.

"You want to keep feeling lost, or do you want Daddy to make you feel good?"

Finally, she exhaled and slowly nodded.

I purred, "Good girl. Now do as I say. Strip."

I relaxed against the wingback chair and enjoyed the show. I could see her thoughts fluttering across her face like a little hummingbird drawing nectar from flowers.

Her hands shook as she went for the hem of her sweater. She hesitated as she looked at me, but I kept my expression stoic, acting as if this were any other encounter with someone who meant absolutely fucking nothing to me.

But inside, I was tense, excited, and doing everything in my power not to tackle her to the floor, tear those flimsy clothes from her, and shove my cock deep and hard into her tight, little body.

When Persephone exhaled, it was in realization that she wanted this, that I was the only one who could give it to her. A growl left me with that thought.

When she had the sweater and leggings off, standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of innocent, white panties, I lifted my hand and ran it over my mouth, taking in my fill of her.

She'd dropped her arm across her chest to hide her perky breasts, but I'd seen them. The sight was now forever ingrained in my mind.

I'd be beating off to the image of her dark pink nipples and handful-sized tits until my cock was raw.

I saw the way her forearm flexed but tsked , stopping her. "Go slow. I want to enjoy this." Her face got redder, and I grinned.

She let her arm fall back to her side, and I looked at those peaks, watching as those little points got harder under my appraising gaze.

"That's a good fucking girl. Now the panties." When she stood before me naked, I let my gaze roam over that perfect, feminine slit between her thighs.

She was so damn pretty, with a trimmed patch of dark hair covering her mound, the sight of her bare pussy lips making my mouth water.

"I can't wait to drag my tongue through your cunt and taste you." The pulse at the side of her neck beat harder, and her pupils were blown out from her desire.

She could pretend to be used, or that she didn't want this, but she did. Desperately.

I pointedly looked at the shoes. "Go on."

She inhaled sharply and grabbed the arm of the leather chair behind her to steady herself as she slipped on the heels.

My cock was already like granite as I watched the sleek lines of her legs bend as she put them on, but the greedy bastard jerked even more.

And hell, when she straightened and the firelight licked across her skin, I could have come in my slacks from the sight alone.

I wanted her, like an addict who had been clean and had the temptation of that euphoric drug right in front of him. How the fuck was I supposed to deny myself?

Why would I?

I hadn't even touched her in the depraved ways I wanted to, yet she set my blood on fire.

To make her do what I wanted… to use her was going to be the best fucking high I'd ever experienced.

To want her the way I did, to want to own her, to claim and defile my girl in an unbreakable way that consumed me made no fucking sense.

Not in my world. Not in the fucking way I kept myself in control at all times.

But here was this young woman—smart mouth, gorgeous face, perfect body—and she went nose-to-nose with me. She made me question what I actually wanted.

She didn't cower in front of me like everyone else. And I hadn't realized that was the biggest power trip I'd ever felt.

Her very presence threatened to unravel my restraint.

It took her a moment to come closer. But I was a patient man, and the hesitation and fear in her face turned me on like nothing else ever had.

This woman made me feel like there was this fire raining inside of me, and there was nothing that could extinguish it.

When she stood a foot from me, I had to curl my fingers around the leather armrest to stop myself from touching her. All I could think about was when I had her thrown over my lap as I spanked her ass.

My palm tingled. I wanted to do it again, to see how red I could make her perfect round bottom.

"Spread your legs. Let me see your pussy better."

Her pulse was really beating faster and harder at the side of her throat, but she was a good girl and did as I said. The heels made her legs look a mile long, all sleek lines and toned muscles.

The firelight loved her, that golden glow accenting the smooth curves of her feminine body. Her waist was tiny and dipped in, her tits not too big but round enough to fill my hand nicely.

My cock throbbed, my balls ached, and that feeling only got worse when I looked at her cunt. I could see she was wet, her lips glossy, and that arousal smeared along her inner upper thighs.

"Mmm," I hummed. "You like it when I order you around?" Her chest rose and fell rapidly after I asked, but she didn't respond. "It's okay. Daddy likes your body telling me the truth. And not with your pretty mouth." I pointed to the small coffee table, which sat in front of me.

She looked between me and the piece of furniture. "You want me there?"

I nodded slowly. But tsked when she sat on it like it was a chair.

"No, darling. I want you on your knees, legs spread, arms clasped behind you so those nice little tits are thrust out." When she was in the position I wanted, I could see the discomfort on her face, and my cock jerked in pleasure. "Are the points of your heels digging into your ass, baby?"

She licked her lips and nodded, a flush rising along her upper chest and snaking up her neck.

I said nothing else as I watched her, leaned back in my chair, the sight before me magnificent.

"You're so pretty, Persephone." I let her stay in that position until she shook slightly and a light sheen of sweat beaded her brow.

I wanted her senses and receptors heightened, raw, and seared open for me.

I couldn't stop myself, didn't even try, as I leaned forward and wrapped my hand around the center of her throat. I hummed in pleasure. "My scarred, tattooed hand looks good as a necklace on you, sweetheart. Swallow," I ordered, and she did as I demanded. "I can't wait to make you do this again when I come down your throat and make you drink every drop."

She whimpered, and I groaned. I leaned in, dragged my tongue along her jawline, over her lips, licking her like a feline lavishing affection on its mate.

When I pulled back, she swayed forward, and I smiled in satisfaction. Her pupils were fully blown, her nipples a deeper shade of red, and her flesh showcasing goose bumps.

I stood and walked to the minibar, poured myself two fingers of whiskey, and moved back to her. I was pleased she hadn't moved an inch, although I knew her body was screaming for her to get out of the position.

Standing over her, I knew I intimidated my sweet little Persephone. But that just aroused me even more.

I took a small sip, looking into her eyes. She looked gorgeous with her head tipped back as she gazed at me.

I took one more sip, swallowed, then took a third and held the liquor in my mouth as I set the glass aside.

Leaning forward, I braced my hands on the table on either side of her and focused on her large, beautiful eyes. She was so pretty when she looked nervous.

I didn't have to tell her what I wanted for her to understand. Because when I grabbed her throat again and tipped her head back, she parted her lips and opened for me.

I let the alcohol drip out of my mouth and into hers, watching some of it spill out the corners and slip down her chin. I continued spitting the liquid into her mouth, feeling her throat move as she swallowed.

And when the last drop was out of me and inside her, I groaned and leaned down to drag my tongue over her mouth and chin, lapping at the spilled alcohol.

I was panting by the time I had my mouth to her ear and said, "I'm going to fuck you so hard right now, Persephone. There isn't a piece of you I'm not going to own when I'm done."

Was fucking my pseudo-niece wrong? Abso-fucking-lutley. Did I give two shits? Not one bit.

"You're trembling, Bunny," I whisper-groaned against her mouth as I kept my lips pressed to hers, not kissing her, just letting her know that I could if I fucking wanted to.

"I'm afraid," she finally murmured.

I closed my eyes and gathered my control. Hearing her say that was an aphrodisiac. I was a fucking sicko for getting off on those words.

Right now, I wasn't thinking about breaking her because of Zachariah. Right now, I wasn't worried about making her pay for her father's sins. All I wanted was her. All I wanted to do was fuck her and see how much she bled for me.

With my hand on her throat, I pulled her up until she stood in front of me.

"Maybe you deserve something sweet and gentle for your first time." I moved us over to the wall, using my hand on her neck to lead her to where I wanted her. "But I'm not going to give you that."

I pressed my entire body against hers, forcing her against the wall, hearing her little body as it made contact. I was panting, harsh sounds leaving me because I couldn't control myself right now.

"Ask me," I demanded. "Ask me for it. Now." Her lips were parted as she sucked in air, one of her hands wrapped around mine. But she didn't remove me from her throat. Not that I'd let her, anyway.

"I want it, Hades," she said, finally giving me what I wanted.

I had my mouth on hers and devoured her with that kiss. It was primal and raw, rough and demanding. Our teeth clashed together, and I plundered her between her lips like I'd be doing between her thighs in moments.

"Touch me," I growled and went back to kissing her, and when she reached up and gripped my shoulders, digging her nails into my flesh, I hissed and kissed her harder.

I ground my erection against her belly, rolling my hips back and forth until I had to ease up or I'd come.

Endorphins and adrenaline rushed through my veins, and I grew high from them. I fed off of them and let all the dirty, filthy fucking need I had for this too young, far too innocent woman in my arms, rise to the surface and take control.

I snapped as I bit her lip, feeling her flesh become a part of me, hearing her gasp of pain, her low moan of pleasure.

When I pulled back, it was to run my thumb along my bottom lip and pull the pad back so I could see her blood smeared across my flesh. While staring in her eyes, I dragged my tongue over the pad, licking her blood.

"My good girl," I purred, watching as she touched the split in her lip. She winced but, a second later, moved her tongue over the wound. "You make me feel primal, animalistic, Bunny." I braced my hands on either side of her head and leaned in, licking her lips and drawing the rest of that bead of blood into my body.

"It's hard not to hate you when you look at me so sweetly, like I hold your heart in my hands and can squeeze the life out of you."

I flattened the entire length of my body against hers, and even though she wore the heels, I still towered over her. Dominated her.

"You're mine."