Keeping his iron grip on my ankle, he skims his touch up from my other ankle to my hip, taking my dress with it.
“Stop!” I cry out. I try to twist away from him, but he’s too strong. “Please, Hades… I won’t talk to anyone! I won’t say anything!”
Hades doesn’t even seem to notice my struggles or how afraid I am of him at the moment. He completely ignores the fear in my voice. His gaze is caught on the skin he’s currently exposing at my hip.
“What will it be?” he asks absently. “Ye fucking tease. Do ye want to suck my cock? Hmm? Or would ye rather be stripped naked, bent over my lap, and have yer ass paddled?” There is a glint in his eye as he finally makes eye contact with me. “Or maybe ye would rather I truss ye, turn ye on yer stomach, and fuck ye until ye scream for me?”
At his distinct threat, something low in my body clenches. He arches a brow as he flips my dress up past my navel, exposing my quivering legs and dark silk panties. My heart pounds in my throat, a bass note.
“Hades…” I plead. “Don’t.”
He looks at me, a little smirk of satisfaction flitting across his mouth. He adjusts his hard cock in his slacks and leers at me.
“I think I heard ye asking me to tie ye up.”
“No!” I protest, pressing my legs together. “Hades, please?— “
He gives me a measured smile as he skates his touch up my thigh once more. This time he deviates and brushes the black silk triangle of my underwear at the vee created by my legs. I clench and jerk away from him.
Hades leans down, suddenly thundering at me. “Look at me!”
My gaze jumps to his. My mouth opens. He runs his fingers down my mons to the cleft of my pussy. I release a noise from my throat, a whimper and a gasp. My cheeks are already a deep pink, but I can feel my face get hotter as he rubs my pussy and flicks his fingers against me hard.
It’s wrong. Everything about this moment is terrifying and I certainly don’t want to be forced to spread my legs…
But I still feel a tendril of moisture slipping from my pussy. I may resist, but my body has its own ideas.
I stare up into Hades’ face, paralyzed, my heart rate blindingly fast. He leans over my body and smirks.
“Oh, lass,” he says, his voice gone to gravel. “I think it’s been a very long time since ye’ve been touched.”
A denial is on my lips. But when I start to say no, he forces my legs apart, moves my panties to the side, and rubs my clit. My entire body buckles. Fists clenching, back bowing, legs jerking.
He lets go of my ankle and continues rubbing my clit as he grabs my hip. He slides my ass down the bed so that I’m practically bumping up against his groin. He flicks my clit hard, and I gasp, trying to pull my thighs closed.
Hades smirks down at me, lifting his hand in the air, showing off his glistening fingertips.
I pant, staring at his dark figure as he bends over my body and forces me to look at the evidence of my excitement. My breasts tingle and I wish I were alone so that I could touch myself, make myself cum. It wouldn’t take much, I’m sure.
“Ye wanted this,” Hades rasps. He pops one of his wet fingertips into his mouth,mmming at my taste. “God, that is sweet. Ye need my touch, do ye not? Ye want me to keep going, to make ye cum, to fuck ye until ye scream. Just admit it.”
My breath catches in my throat and I give my head the tiniest shake. “No.”
My voice is so weak that I may as well not have said anything at all. Hades clears his throat and drifts his hand down to his waistband. The second my gaze flits down to his pants, I realize that his hard cock is pressing at his zipper, waiting to be unleashed.
And I know a moment of pure, selfish, urgent desire.
Whatever I say to the contrary, I do want Hades. He’s so untrustworthy and villainous and yet…
When he unbuttons and unzips his pants with a lazy flick of his fingers, I dig my fingers into the sheets, unable to breathe. For a second, all I can look at or focus on is his fucking cock.
Hades shoves his slacks down to mid-thigh. He’s not wearing any underwear, so I am basically making eye contact with his long, thick, finely veined penis. It’s perfect, pink and uncut, jutting out from the bottom of the black button up he wears.
Swallowing, I make eye contact with him. “Hades?— “
I intend to tell him that it’s okay, that I want him. He grimaces and strokes his cock.
“If yer going to talk, I’m going to stuff my cock in yer mouth to keep it busy. Is that what ye want?”
