No one ever gave a shit about me. No one ever apologized for what happened to me as a child. I’d never had anyone take my word for what it was, who didn’t wonder what other meaning they held
“But that doesn’t excuse or give you the right to manipulate things. Touseme.” Her voice cracked on that last part and I swallowed as that unfamiliar pain filled me once more.
But I grappled with my cold apathy, knowing it was the only thing that kept me grounded.
Until her.
I shrugged, my grin still in place. Her hating me would make this better. Easier. It reminded me why she was here in the first place.
Just a tool to use, an object to exact my revenge.
Liar.
Fucking lies.
I want Michael to see how broken I can make her.
“What can I say?” I lowered my head and made a harsh sound in my throat. “I’m an opportunist and you were the greatest fucking opportunity I couldn’t pass up. But it felt good when I used you, didn’t it? You came so hard on my cock as I fucked you like my little whore.”
I anticipated her tears. What I did expect was the fury in her eyes as she slowly walked around the bed to come to stand right in front of me.
She still held the sheet around her lithe little body, her nipples staring through the Egyptian cotton. My cock started thickening and I grinned.
I was curious what my little Bunny would do.
“Maybe I’m the one who used you? Maybe I’m the one who fucked you?”
I started chuckling, loving this sass from her. I leaned in so we were eye-to-eye. “Nah, baby, I’m always the one doing the fucking. My cock covered in your honey after you come is proof of that.” I snapped my teeth at her and growled, my dick now stiff and pointed right at her.
She was fast, my little Bunny. Her hand struck out and connected with my left cheek, harder than I thought she was capable of. I was taken off guard. My head whipped to the side from the impact.
“Fuck you, Hades.”
I slowly turned my head so I was looking at her, my grin slipping from my face. My heart was thundering, my cock was throbbing.
“We already played that game, Persephone. And I won.”
She went to slap me again but I reached out and gripped her wrist. It wasn’t hard, but it was firm and she gasped, trying to pull her hand away. “You were a means to an end. I was going to use you, ruin you. I was going to make you dependent on me, so by the time you turned twenty-one and had access to your inheritance, it wouldn’t have made a fucking difference. All you would’ve seen wasme.” That last word was a roar from me.
I could see the fear moving back into her face, washing away her anger.
“And when that time came where you could be on your own–independent–you’d throw yourself at my feet and beg me to stay with you. But I’d kick you away, sweet girl. I’d leave you to fend for yourself a broken doll.”
The tears welled in her eyes before they slipped down her cheeks. I couldn’t stop myself as I leaned in and licked at that salty flavor. I hummed and said, “the only thing sweeter than your tears is your pussy.”
I let her go now and she stumbled back, gripping her wrist to her chest.
“Watching your demise wouldn’t be as sweet as if it were Zachariah’s, but sometimes life doesn’t give you what you want.”
Although she cried, she looked completely pissed at me. Her anger was an aphrodisiac and I made a low sound of pleasure, letting her see what a degenerate and fiend I was.
“Your trauma isn’t a reason to give that to others.” She swiped angrily at her tears. I wanted to lick them off, take them into my body “One day you’re going to realize that not everybody’s out to get you. You’re going to look back on the things you’ve done—the people you’ve hurt—and you’re going to feel regret.”
I chuckled low. “Doubtful, Princess. Keep thinking I can be the hero if it makes you feel better about enjoying the way I fuck you.”
She shook her head slowly and gave her own humorless laugh. “Hades… I never saw you as the hero of any story.” She closed her eyes and laughed again. “How stupid I was to fall for the villain.”
With that she turned and left and I couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe as I watched her retreating form.