“Isn’t it?” I have to fight not to lift my hips, fight not to moan. “Staking your claim. Tarnishing me. Warning off everyone else.”
“Persephone.” He says my name like it’s a song he’s recently memorized. “Who said anything about warning off everyone else?” He nips my earlobe lightly. “What if I want to share? What if I pull your panties to the side and let whoever is interested come over here and fuck you against my chest?”
My entire body clenches, but I’m too dazed to decide if it’s in protest or desire. “You’d do that?”
He goes still for one endless moment. Then Hades curses and pulls me up so I’m sitting crosswise on his lap. He grips my hair with one hand and knocks my legs wide with his other elbow. Then he stops messing around. Each stroke of his fingers drives me closer to the edge. “No, little Persephone. Sharing isn’t my kink. I’ll be the only one touching you. Your pussy is mine until it’s not, and I’m not wasting a single moment by gifting it to someone else.”
Crude words.
Sexy words.
I reach up with a shaking hand to cup his neck. “Hades?”
“Yeah?” He slows his strokes, adds his thumb into the mix, tracing devastating circles around my clit. “You want something.”
I forget to be coy. I forget the rules. I forget everything but the edge of pleasure bearing down on me, a wave I’m suddenly certain will drown me if I’m not careful. There’s nothing left but perfect honesty. “I want you.”
“You love your words so much. Use them.”
“Fuck me,” I breathe. “Fuck me in front of them. Show every single one of them who I belong to.” I need to stop, to keep the words in, but I can’t with him touching me like this. “Yours, Hades. Not Zeus’s. Never his.”
Something like conflict dances across his face, there and gone as quickly as moonlight flickering across choppy water. “I haven’t decided if you’ve earned it.”
I might laugh if I had the air. I drag my hand down his chest to press against his cock. “Punish me later if you want to. Just give us what we both need now.” I’m distantly aware of the sound of sex coming from the dais, the slapping of flesh against flesh, but I only have eyes for Hades. “Please.” I kiss him. He tastes of whiskey and sin, a temptation I want to embrace fully. My reasons for agreeing to this bargain start to feel distant in this moment, with lust pounding through my body. I need him. I need him more than food, more than water, more than air. I lightly drag my teeth over his bottom lip. “Please, Hades.”
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he mutters.
Before I can come up with a response for that, he withdraws his fingers. There’s a rip and the front of my skirt is gone. Another vicious yank and my panties follow. I blink up at him and he gives a wicked grin. “Second-guessing yourself?”
“Not in the least.” I don’t need his urging to move to straddle him. I’m in danger of grinding away at his cock through his slacks like a sex-drugged monster. I barely, barely manage to hold myself off him. “Condoms?”
“Mmmm.” He reaches down the side of the chair and comes up with a foil package. I expect… I’m not sure. I should know better than to try to anticipate Hades at this point. He presses the condom into my hand and nudges me back enough for him to undo his slacks.
I rip open the condom as he draws his cock out. I lick my lips. “Promise me that soon I get to have you naked.”
“No.”
I glare, but it feels half-hearted at best. I’m too eager for him. It takes less than no time to roll the condom over his hard length. He grabs my hip with one hand, holding me in place until I look at him. “What?”
“No going back if you do this. If you ride my cock with them watching, they’ll really believe you’re mine.”
The words feel serious, full of layers I can’t delve into with my body practically weeping with need for him. Tomorrow. I’ll figure it all out tomorrow. “Yes, you’ve said that.” I’m suddenly afraid that he’s going to change his mind. I suspect there will be an orgasm for me either way, but I want his cock inside me too much to play fair. I lean down until my lips brush the shell of his ear. “Take what’s yours, Hades. I want you to.”
“You aren’t a princess. You’re a fucking siren.” He yanks me forward and then he’s inside me. I can barely breathe as he drags me down his cock, filling me almost uncomfortably full.
“Oh, gods.”
“They have nothing to do with it.” He looks furious and turned on and yet he’s still nowhere near as rough as I suddenly need him to be. “This is what you wanted, little siren. My cock inside you.” Just like that, he releases me and drapes his arms over the chair, looking every inch the indulgent king. “Ride me, Persephone. Use me to make yourself come.”