Page 95 of Hades’ Revenge

I would surrender my soul to him if he asked. There was no turning back.

I am his.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He trailed his fingers along my throat, disrupting my thoughts.

“Like what?” My words came out breathless, full of desire. Does he know how I feel? Should I tell him?

“Like you want me to rip this dress off you and show you who’s in charge.”

“That’s exactly what I want, Daddy.”

TWENTY-SEVEN

Hades

The stress of the night rammed into me like the winds from a category five hurricane, unapologetic for the destruction it would cause. Coming back to the place I had fled after all this time wasn’t an easy choice, but knowing now that I had put Atticus and Capri in danger fueled my desire for revenge even more than I thought possible.

Except this time, I wasn’t sure who I owed that vengeance.

Being close to Capri was what I needed. The connection that only the two of us could create would help center me. After that, I could concentrate on retaliation. No one came after me or those I cared about. At least not without paying an extremely steep price. I was ready to collect.

I bent down and removed my shoes and socks before lifting my shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor. I took my gun from my waistband and placed it on the nightstand.

Capri smoothed her hands along my chest and down my stomach, assisting me in abandoning my rage for the time being. She was my only priority.

When she reached for my belt buckle, I placed my hands over hers. “Are you sure you want to do this here?”

“I’ve slept in your bed.” She unbuckled my belt. “You should sleep in mine.”

“I’m not interested in sleeping.” I ran my fingers through her silky, caramel-colored hair as she unbuttoned my pants and lowered my zipper. “But we will need your bed.”

She gripped the sides of my pants and lowered them as she dropped to her knees, taking my boxer briefs with them. Helping her accomplish her mission of getting me naked, I stepped out of my clothes.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked as my erection stood at full attention in front of her face.

“The question is, is this what you want?” She wrapped her small but firm palm around my shaft and brought it to her mouth, swirling her tongue around my tip. “Do you want me to suck your cock?”

“I do.” I tangled my fingers in her hair, gripping it hard and forcing myself inside her mouth. “But I want to make you suck it, and I want you to look at me while you do it.”

She hummed around me as I bobbed her head back and forth, pushing all the way in and slowly pulling out over and over again.

“Put your fingers between your legs and rub yourself through your panties.” I tugged on her hair. “Make yourself wet, but don’t come. Pull your dress up so I can see.”

She took the hand that wasn’t pumping my cock, lifted her dress, and skimmed it over her panties.

“Daddy likes an obedient girl.”

She tightened her lips when she pressed her fingers into her slit. I jerked her head back and forth in time with the pace she set with her hand, reaping the benefits of her warm mouth sucking me off.

“I’m only allowing you to touch yourself because I’m watching.” I hissed when she scraped her teeth along my length. “Your pussy belongs to me.”

She squeezed my cock in her hand, making it difficult to focus on anything other than coming down her throat.

“Hmm…” she hummed around me as she squirmed into her fingers.

“Are you close?”

She nodded.