I didn’t know what he meant, but my anger was already so nuclear that it didn’t matter. “And I don’t worship my father. But hewasa good man, and he loved me.”
Hades’ smirk faded, and he didn’t respond, didn’t even blink as he stared at me.
He glanced away, and I could see his jaw clench. He was clearly thinking about something intense and doing it hard. And with each passing second, his expression turned even more volatile.
When he looked at me again, a small sound escaped my lips because his expression was so frightening. “Just go, Persephone. Go before I do something that will make you cry.”
I couldn’t move, not from fear, but from this electrifying confusion, this strange emotion whispering to see how far I could push him.
Instinctively, I knew I should leave, but I pictured myself being the terrified gazelle, and he was the starving lion.
Hades was on a razor’s edge right now. He was liable to snap. I didn’t know why or how I knew that, but I could see that deviant flare in his eyes. But I stood rooted to the spot until a little growl left him and he moved closer.
“Go.”
His voice was frighteningly low, a vibration of warning I felt everywhere.
“I said fuckinggo,” he roared, and I was smart enough to leave then, to force myself to turn and run up the stairs, down the hall, and right to my room where I locked myself in.
The only thing I didn’t understand was why I was so… wet.
Chapter10
Hades
It should have been easier to break Persephone, to ruin her like Zachariah damn nearly did with me so many times.
I wanted to hurt her, to make him pay even if he was dead and rotting in the ground.
But I was finding it difficult to… not like her as much as I did.
After she went back to her room, I spent another hour beating the shit out of the dummy, and then sought her out.
And that’s where I was now, my shoulder against the frame of her door, my focus on her sleeping form.
Persephone was a tiny thing in the center of the massive bed. Her dark hair was spread out on the white pillowcase beneath her, and her scent… drove me fucking insane.
Sweet. Tempting. Potent.
It was all the things that could drive a man to his knees. A weaker man, that was.
I walked into her room and stopped beside her bed. The small rise and fall of her chest was almost mesmerizing, and a sense of almost calm settled over me.
I felt nothing like it before. I wouldn’t call it peace because a man like me would never know such things, but it was definitely something I shouldn’t crave.
I reached out before I could stop myself and brushed a strand of her hair away from her cheek. She stirred slightly but otherwise slept.
The glow of the moonlight came through a small part in the curtains, and her skin almost glowed, looking luminescent.
She was too beautiful for the ugly likes of me. She was flawless, whereas I had scarred and tattooed skin. She was pure, and I was the fucking devil himself.
Little Persephone, so fragile and breakable. I could destroy her so easily. She’d never stand a chance.
I let myself touch her buttery, soft skin, and when a soft sigh spilled from those plush, pink lips, an indistinct sound rose in my throat.
I was a bastard for the obscene things running through my mind. Images of pulling the duvet back, ripping her nightgown off, and feasting on her ran through my mind.
I could picture wrenching open her thighs and sucking on that virgin cunt, lapping at her as she tried to push me away, but still ground that perfect pussy against my mouth.