Her head whipped up, tears lining her wide eyes.
“You fucking whore,” I growled. “Should I get the paddle? I know how much you wanted it. I know how much you need to feel it.”
“I cheated on you,” she whispered, every thought in my mind freezing. “I’m sorry. I never came for them, I promise, just you. Only you. I’m sorry.”
I never thought she had. I wouldneverthink that. “You didn’t,” I assured her. “You aren’t their whore, you’re mine.”
“I betrayed the Claim,” she gaped, tears slipping down her cheeks.
Goddammit.“You didn’t make that choice, baby. It was taken from you and now I’m giving it back to you,” I told her carefully, my voice dripping in rage. “Youare in control, Olivia. You have teeth now. If you don’t want to fuck me, then don’t. If you do, then take what’s yours and fucking own it.Own me! This cock is as much yours as that pussy is mine, and you willgive it to me, or I swear to God you’ll regret it.” I didn’t mean it, not completely, but I needed her back here. I needed her to realize that what they took from her was her ability to choose, and I would give it back to her if it was the last thing I did.
She worked her jaw, her body still once again, her nails going into my stomach.
“You haven’t looked, have you?”
She blinked, so caught off-guard by the question, that it pulled her right back to the present. “Looked at what?”
“At my wrist.” I honestly didn’t expect her to notice it. The weather was getting cooler, so I was wearing more long-sleeves, more jackets, but I had gotten it when I got that tattoo around my neck. I figured out the perfect name to put under that chess piece on my wrist. A perfect representation of her.
Her eyes lifted to the ribbon, narrowing as she tried to read it, but she wouldn’t be able to. It wasn’t in English.
She sniffed, wiping her cheeks quickly. “What does it say?”
“‘Persephone’,” I told her, her eyes shooting to mine. “‘Conqueror of me’.”
Her breath caught, her eyes flicking to my wrist and back. “Why would you put that?”
“If I’m Hades, then you are Persephone,” I explained carefully. “I captured you, fucked you, claimed what was mine. I am the prince of this criminal empire, a killer, and you? You are everything good. You are sunshine and light, you are fire. You were born for this world, but it doesn’t make you any less beautiful. We were made for each other, whatever darkness resides in our veins, whatever has happened or will happen to us, that will always remain true. Always. You are my Persephone, and I will always be your tether. The person who reminds you that your darkness isn’t fucking fatal, it’s what breathes life into you.”
She searched my eyes, so many thoughts rushing throughthem before she finally pushed herself up a little bit, shifting on my cock, causing it to throb again. She tugged on my leash and settled again. “I want you to be loud, don’t hold back, please.”
I didn’t think I had it in me to hold back. “Okay.”
She wrapped that leash once around her fist and lifted herself up, using her other hand to reach under her dress and wrap around my cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, feeling her angle it as her eyes stared unblinkingly into mine.
I felt the tip of it tease her soaking entrance, her lips parting as she slowly, carefully, lowered herself onto it, her eyes filling again.
“Fuck, you’re such a good little whore,” I panted, gripping those ribbons as she pulled harder on the leash, the pain only causing my cock to throb inside of her. “Spread those legs a little more for me, swallow me whole.”
And she did, widening her knees as she sank onto me, her jaw going slack, her legs trembling.
“Fuck me,” I panted when she finally settled again.
“Fuck,” she whined in response, her breathing ragged.
“That’s it, baby, feel it. I need you to feel all of it, every fucking inch. Don’t deny yourself now.”
She closed her eyes—
“Open your fucking eyes,” I snarled, watching as they flashed open. “You will look at me when you fuck me.” She had to look at me. She didn’t have a choice. I didn’t want her slipping back into her mind when I was inside of her. I wanted her fully aware that it was me. Only me. It would only ever be me again.
She shifted ever so slightly, and whether it was intentional or not, it did something to the both of us, our labored breathing filling the air.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered. “I missed you,” she confessed, tears lining her eyes again. “I missed you so much.” She inhaledsharply, her bottom lip trembling. “I thought you would never come for me. I thought you broke your word.”
The horror of her words filled me so fully, I almost wanted to shake her. Is that what she thought? That I wouldn’t come for her? “I was always coming for you. There was no other option, Olivia.”
