Page 33 of Hades’ Revenge

“No.” She gazed into my eyes. “It isn’t just tattoos that you’re covered in. You must have plenty of stories.”

“Little Miss Inquisitive doesn’t want answers? Ask what’s on your mind.”

“Now you want to answer my questions?” She shook her head. “What changed?”

“Nothing.” I smirked. “I’ll answer them for a price.”

“There’s always a cost where you’re concerned.” She swiped her thumb along the old gash just below my heart. “That looks like it hurt.”

“It could have been worse if it were a few inches higher.” I pressed her hand against my chest. “I’m going to teach you that you should never give anything without getting something in return.”

“I want answers, and you want…” She kissed the ancient bullet graze on my shoulder. “Me.”

“I would want you whether you wanted the answers or not, but we can explore mutual pleasure.”

“Where did this one come from?” She rubbed her fingers under the scar in my ribs. “A knife?”

I nodded.

“Why would someone do that to you?” The distress above her brows bothered me. I never wanted to see her be anything but happy. “I mean, aren’t people afraid of you?”

“They are now, but when I was sixteen, they weren’t.” I didn’t allow myself to rehash such unpleasant memories. “This was from a fight I got into in the streets of Manhattan a long time ago.” I removed her hand from my ribs and kissed her wrist. “The kid pulled a knife, and I broke his jaw. I’d say we were even.”

“And this one?” She circled her finger around the raised scar from a bullet. “That doesn’t look like it came from the blade of a knife.”

“It didn’t.” I led her over to the bed and took a seat. “That came from the end of a gun.”

“Aren’t you the one who does the shooting?”

“Typically.” I brought her into my lap and hooked her slippery legs on either side of my hips. “I was eighteen when that happened. It was the one and only time I ever took a bullet. It was just a graze, but I swore I would never let it happen again.”

“How?”

“I became Hades.” I tangled my fingers in her hair, tugging her face to mine. “When people fear you, they don’t come for you. They hide and stay out of your way.”

“That shouldn’t be such an arousing quality in a man.”

“It should be when that man will do anything for you.” I tightened my grip on her hair and smashed my lips to hers, kissing her with an unguarded passion. “It turns you on because you know I’ll kill for you.”

“Sebastian.” She shook her head. “You don’t have to kill anyone for me.”

“You never know.” I kissed her neck. “Let’s get back to that mutual gratification I spoke about a few minutes ago.”

“What about it?” She shifted, pushing her body against my cock. “What do you want me to do?”

“Give me your hand and I’ll show you why I wanted flavored oil.”

I poured the oil into her hand and dipped my fingers in the small puddle that formed in her palm before tossing the bottle on the bed.

“Let’s taste one another.” I leaned back on the bed and turned her away from me. “Let’s get to the mutual part.”

Dragging her slick body closer to me, I positioned her pussy to my mouth. When I dipped my fingers inside her sex, she got the message, wasting no time to grip my cock in her lubricated palm.

Fuck… As she jerked me off, I darted my tongue inside her, licking her sweet essence mingled with the mango; my new favorite flavor.

“Suck Daddy’s cock, precious girl.” I spread her wider, granting me deep access.

“Oh…” She rocked against my face as she leaned down and covered my shaft in her warm, wet mouth. Squeezing the base, she pumped me in and out as she hummed around me.