Page 52 of Captive Heart


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I look up at him with wide eyes, swallowing heavily. “You don’t know that I was the one that tipped them off. You don’t even know who the bad guys were.”

My words cause him to rear his head back. “Are ye kidding me? I know that without me, ye would probably either be dead or sitting at Constantine's feet right now.”

Ice slides through my veins at the very thought. I start trembling. “Don’t.”

“Dinnae what?” He grits his teeth, his slitted eyes scanning my face. “For all I know, ye wanted to be caught by Constantine's men.”

I struggle in his hold, baring my teeth.

“Fuck you, Hades.”

“Ye little idiot.” He lifts me off the ground, looking ready to kill me. “Ye have to be punished, Persephone.”

I open my mouth to retort. But Hades throws me over his shoulder and starts carrying me toward the bed.

“What? Let me go!” I howl, flailing. My fists hit his solid back, my feet kick at his thigh.

He silences me with one incredibly brutal slap to my ass. It’s so hard that I cry out, my eyes widening, breath sputtering.

“Shut the fuck up, lass,” he grates out. “Ye won’t make the same mistake again. Not after this.”

He tosses me onto the bouncy mattress with a thud. I’m panicked, sweating, my heart pounding loudly in my ears. I try to scramble away but he grabs me by the ankle and jerks me back with a growl.

“Behave yerself, Persephone. That’s the only way ye are going to ever fucking walk again.”

I whimper as he turns me over to face him.

“Let me go!”

He shakes his head, his gaze dropping to my lips, then my heaving breasts, then lower.

“No. I have to punish ye. It’s for yer own good.” He darts his tongue out to swipe across his lips. His expression is haughty and defiant. “Ye pushed me to this point. Yer making me touch ye like this.”

Keeping his iron grip on my ankle, he skims his touch up from my other ankle to my hip, taking my dress with it.

“Stop!” I cry out. I try to twist away from him, but he’s too strong. “Please, Hades… I won’t talk to anyone! I won’t say anything!”

Hades doesn’t even seem to notice my struggles or how afraid I am of him at the moment. He completely ignores the fear in my voice. His gaze is caught on the skin he’s currently exposing at my hip.

“What will it be?” he asks absently. “Ye fucking tease. Do ye want to suck my cock? Hmm? Or would ye rather be stripped naked, bent over my lap, and have yer ass paddled?” There is a glint in his eye as he finally makes eye contact with me. “Or maybe ye would rather I truss ye, turn ye on yer stomach, and fuck ye until ye scream for me?”

At his distinct threat, something low in my body clenches. He arches a brow as he flips my dress up past my navel, exposing my quivering legs and dark silk panties. My heart pounds in my throat, a bass note.

“Hades…” I plead. “Don’t.”

He looks at me, a little smirk of satisfaction flitting across his mouth. He adjusts his hard cock in his slacks and leers at me.

“I think I heard ye asking me to tie ye up.”

“No!” I protest, pressing my legs together. “Hades, please?— “

He gives me a measured smile as he skates his touch up my thigh once more. This time he deviates and brushes the black silk triangle of my underwear at the vee created by my legs. I clench and jerk away from him.

Hades leans down, suddenly thundering at me. “Look at me!”

My gaze jumps to his. My mouth opens. He runs his fingers down my mons to the cleft of my pussy. I release a noise from my throat, a whimper and a gasp. My cheeks are already a deep pink, but I can feel my face get hotter as he rubs my pussy and flicks his fingers against me hard.

It’s wrong. Everything about this moment is terrifying and I certainly don’t want to be forced to spread my legs…

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