There had to be something wrong with me. Yet I stood there, not trying to stop him. I was hyper aware and fully awake as I stayed frozen in place. And still he came closer.
“I’m not afraid of you.” I said those words, and I placed my palms flat on the wall behind me, staring up at Hades as he stopped in front of me.
“No?” He inclined his head slightly and searched my face, his focus slipping to my mouth every so often. “You probably should be, Princess.”
I shivered in response to his tone, to this very intimidating sight of him. And when I inhaled, I could pick up the scent of clean male sweat. Never in my life did I think whatthataroma would arouse, but I found my body continuing to light up by his proximity.
“But I’ll be honest.” He rolled his hips, and Igaspedthen, unable to hold the sound in as he pushed his cock against me. “I like the fact I don’t affect you like I do others.”
He leaned in, and I turned my head, closing my eyes and telling myself it was to get away from him.
But that was a lie. And when I heard him inhale and felt the brush of the tip of his nose against the side of my throat, a soft sound escaped me because it felt so good.
“It makes me harder than I’ve ever fucking been in my life when you act like a feisty little thing.” When I said nothing in response, he pulled back and slowly smiled. “No one has the balls to butt heads with me.” He was full-on grinning now. “Not being afraid makes me want to fuck you, baby.”
“Oh my God.”The words spilled out of me before I could stop them.
Hades lifted his arm to place his hand on the wall beside my head, his thick, tattooed arm caging me in. This was reminiscent of three days ago, when he’d taken me over his knee and spanked my ass so hard I was pretty sure I could’ve orgasmed from it alone.
And as if he read my thoughts, any humor faded from his expression, and he ground hishard, prominent erection into my hip.
I bit my lip, holding in a gasp that would’ve left me.
“What’s your endgame?” My voice was breathy, whisper-thin. His eyebrow twitched as if he wanted to cock it, as if it surprised him I’d ask the question.
“My endgame?”
I licked my lips, and he focused on the act. “Yes.” My voice was still so soft that I wondered if he could even hear me. “I’m not a fool. I know you’re not helping me out of the kindness of your heart. I know no judge would sign over an eighteen-year-old’s care to someone else. Legally, I’m an adult.”
He didn’t speak, but the corner of his mouth curled up. “Are you now, sweetheart?”
“You and my father didn’t get along. You hated each other. You were never around me and don’t care for me as an uncle would for a niece…”
“No,” he said in a strange voice. He ground himself against me. “I don’t see you as my niece, Bunny.”
“Stop doing that.” There was zero conviction in my voice.
The feeling of him digging that enormous erection into my hip had me using every ounce of self-control I possessed not to moan.
I was so aroused it was embarrassing.
“I definitely don’t think of you as my niece.”
My heart leapt in my chest.
“My endgame, darling.” He pulled back and took several steps away from me.
I couldn’t stop myself from looking down at his groin. Oh, God… his gym shorts were tented so obscenely.
The length of his dick was so long, the girth so substantial, that there was no way it could be real.
“If you really knew the bastard your father was, Persephone, he’d be knocked down from that pedestal you worship him on.”
I snapped my attention to Hades and furrowed my brow.
“You don’t get to talk about my father,” I spat out, annoyed. “You didn’t have a relationship with him.”
“I had enough memories with your father to last me a lifetime in hell.”