Page 67 of Hades

“Princess, are you sure you know what you’re asking for? I don’t do gentle.”

“I know. You gave me Jonah, now I want Hades. I want to be your bad girl.”

She’s a fucking siren, using that sultry tone to call to me.

“You want more? Think you can handle my cock?”

“Only one way to find out,” she says, smirking up at me.

Evelyn

I have no idea where this sex goddess came from.

I woke up hot and bothered after having a dream about Hades. It’s like somewhere in my brain I finally accepted that I want him as more than a bodyguard, and now I’m dying to have him.

Maybe it was the conversation with my mom. Or the way he was able to integrate into my life so seamlessly.

Whatever it was had my mind working in overdrive.

I couldn’t help my hand finding its way between my legs, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel him.

I was only going to press against him once, but then he pressed back, and I lost all control of the situation.

I’m no virgin, but I haven’t had sex in years. Even then, the men I slept with were more of a wham-bam, thank-you-ma’am type situation. They never cared much if I came.

In fact, before this moment, another person has never made me come. I have always taken care of it myself after they have gone.

Not with Hades. He played my body as if he had spent a lifetime learning all my cheat codes. The way he worked my body up so quickly, making me come before I even realized I had made it there? That was phenomenal.

Let’s not even talk about how he refused to let me come down from the high, forcing a second orgasm from me within minutes.

My body is both relaxed and on fire at the same time. I could easily fall asleep, but I’m afraid he might change his mind in the light of day. I want to experience everything Hades has to offer just in case this is the only chance I get with him.

“You’re so tight,” he tells me, two of his fingers lazily thrusting into me to ensure I’m ready for him.

“It’s been a while.”

He adds a third, making it burn, but it’s a burn I crave. I want to feel him inside of me.

“I don’t think I will ever get tired of this pussy. What do you think?” he asks.

I hope you don’t.

It’s what the vulnerable part of me wants to say. I push that part away.

Instead, I embrace my sassy tone. “Well, you won’t know unless you try it, so stop playing around and fuck me like you mean it.”

I’ve issued a challenge. One that Hades sees and pounces on.

“You’ll regret saying that in a moment. Are you on anything?” he asks.

I blink, unsure what he means.

“Birth control. I don’t have a condom, so I’m taking you bare,” he growls.

My body shivers at his declaration. He’s not asking. He’s telling me, and I like it.

“What if I say no?” I ask, wanting to know what he would do.