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God forbid.
I didn’t mind even the slightest right now, considering his hand was on my thigh. High on my thigh. Plus, I was busy thinking about his cum. Then I was thinking about a dark-headed baby in his muscled arms.
Fuck.
No. I needed to slow down. I’d had sex with this guy once. Once. Now I was imagining what our child looked like? Fucking insane.
Hades looked at me when I cleared my throat. It was not the first time he’d done that, looked at me. We hadn’t spoken since we’d gotten into the car. Actually, we hadn’t spoken since he’d gotten out of me. Not because things were awkward. Because there wasn’t much else to say.
Well, now there was something to say.
“We didn’t use a condom,” I blurted out. My cheeks flamed. I couldn’t believe me, of all people, was embarrassed by that. Not twenty minutes ago, this man had been inside me.
“No, we didn’t,” he agreed.
“I don’t have sex without a condom.”
His grip tightened on my thigh. It almost hurt. And I liked it.
“I don’t want to hear a word about you fucking anyone but me,” he shot back.
The corner of my mouth turned up in amusement. “I don’t plan on fucking anyone except you,” I admitted, laying my cards on the table. There was no point playing hard to get here, not when he already had me.
“I’m clean,” he said, still gripping my thigh tightly. “Can get tested when we get back, show you the papers before I fuck you again. And, baby, as long as you’ve got no objection to it, I need to fuck you raw.”
Now, he might not have been a traditional gentleman, but the offer was remarkably polite in my opinion. But the reality of that meant that I would have to wait at least two days for Hades to fuck me again. The mere thought of it made my skin crawl and my stomach constrict in need, despite the fact his cum was still dripping from me. Yes, I could’ve insisted on a condom. It was my right as a woman, and I’d scoffed at all the men who’d whined about how condoms numbed things. But I was a woman who’d never been fucked without one.
It might have been foolish of me to take an outlaw at his word, but I didn’t give a shit. For better or for worse, I trusted Hades. My gut told me he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.
“No, I don’t have any objections,” I rasped out, barely able to speak.
His hand moved even higher up my leg, so high that it brushed the edge of my very damp panties.
My teeth sank into my lip hard enough for me to taste blood. Hades returned his eyes to the road, but his jaw was granite.
Neither of us said a word during the rest of the drive home. His finger just kept brushing the side of my panties and that soft area where my pussy and my upper thigh met.
I wasn’t even sure that he’d put it in park by the time we got back to my place. I wouldn’t have even noticed if he’d driven through the house and parked in my living room at this point.
We barely got the door closed before he was inside me again. Sirius, who had cheerfully run up to us when he’d first heard the door, had taken one look and politely left us to it.
Now I was bent over the sideboard, my palms flat on the surface, Hades fucking me so hard that everything on the sideboard clattered to the ground. I barely noticed. All I noticed was that I could watch Hades fuck me thanks to the mirror I’d placed above it.
“Look,” he hissed, his hands bunching my hair, yanking it so my chin jutted up and my eyes found his icy ones in the mirror. “Look at yourself,” he ordered. “Look at how beautiful you are with my cock inside you.” He kept thrusting, and I cried out, looking at myself. My face was flushed, my eyes glowed, and yeah, I looked good.
“Remember the way you look right now,” he grumbled. “Remember it.”
It was a command. One that went deeper than just being surface words. He didn’t just want me to remember how I looked, he wanted me to remember him. Because he was already establishing that he’d be something to remember.
I might’ve held onto that a little tighter if my grasp on reality hadn’t picked that moment to explode into a million tiny particles with my orgasm.
I didn’t think about it later either.
Which was my mistake.
“I think this qualifies as a cheeseburger day,” I said to the ceiling.
We had made it to the bedroom. Just not the bed. We were laying naked on the lush, fluffy rug that took up half the room and had cost a small fortune. That was something that they—the proverbial ‘they’—didn’t tell you about adulthood: how expensive nice rugs were. It was worth every penny right at that second as we used it as a mattress. I was lying flat on my back, breathing heavily, waiting for my heart to return to its normal rhythm. Hades was beside me, also lying on his back, not staring at the ceiling. I could see him from the corner of my eye, looking at me. We weren’t touching. No cuddling. But I was glad about that. I was already covered in him. Drenched in him. Practically drowning.
