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“You’re expecting something from me I’ll never be able to give you,” Hades added.
“At this point, I don’t even expect you to be a decent person, let alone hope for something more between us. You’ve successfully put me off you completely.”
“Then why are Persephone and Apollo both on my case?” He jammed his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.
“You spoke to Apollo?” I asked, taken aback. “When did you see him?”
“He came to me in the Underworld, telling me I should man up and date you. Well, I’m here to tell you it’s not happening.”
“Fine,” I said. “Honestly, I’m done giving a shit. I’m done trying with you.”
“You’re just walking away?” he asked when I turned around to leave.
I stopped, frowning. “Yeah, for the first time, it’s me leaving, not you.”
He moved so fast, I didn’t see him. One moment, he was behind me, and the next, in front.
“You have some nerve!” he cried out.
What the fuck!
Fine, if this was going to be a fight, then so be it. My dress was short enough, and the fabric stretched enough that I could kick without it ripping. I’d tried the outfit for moments of battle before buying, because in my line of work, anything was possible. I wasn’t ever going to be caught off-guard again. I hadn’t expected Hades to be the one I fought in this dress, but whatever.
I pulled back and struck out at him. My punch was something to be reckoned with, but he jumped out of the way and I just missed his jaw, the momentum sending me into a stumble. He counter-attacked, hitting back, and even though I spun out, he managed to graze my cheekbone, knocking me a little off-balance.
Fucking heels.
Hades was the only god who had what it took to fight me. And when we fought, it wasn’t aboutdon’t punch a womanand all that. We were equals, and despite his being so full of shit, with him fighting me like I was a worthy opponent, I felt respected in some way.
Was it twisted? Yes. I was pretty sure some psychologist could have a field day analyzing me for it. But it didn’t matter.
Because Hades and I had something else going on. And I had no time to do anything but react.
Hades and I fought hand to hand as we had before, but his rage was almost a third party to our fight and before long, he held me against the side wall of the restaurant, pinning me with his body, his hand on my throat.
His face was only inches away, his eyes intense, his breathing coming fast. His chest rose and fell against mine, and as much as he fucking annoyed me, I missed this closeness. Hell, I was so broken on the inside.
But I wasn’t scared of him. He was a hell of a lot stronger than I was if he unleashed his divine power on me. But Hades wasn’t going to do anything to me. Not like that, anyway.
The way he looked at me told me everything I needed to know.
His eyes slid to my lips and his face turned from anger to lust. When he stared at me again, there was only desire in his gaze.
One moment, we were fighting. The next, his lips mashed to mine. His legs were wide, his thighs spread, and one leg pushed between my thighs. He ground himself against me and his dick was hard.
I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me, his tongue between my lips, tasting me.
His grip slipped from my neck and he ran his hands down my arms, seizing my wrists and forcing them up above my head. The length of his body pressed against me, his shoulders hunched so his lips could reach my mouth from his height. I was blocked off from the world by the sheer size of him.
Hades always wore black. Cotton shirts with a V that came low enough for me to see the top of his chiseled chest, black jeans that hung from his hips like he was doing them a favor. Hair that curled around his ears and made him look full of mischief and mystery.
And the taste of him… God. I melted in my panties when he kissed me like that, taking control, taking what he wanted.
Because it was exactly what I wanted when I was with him. Hades was the type of god I longed to please because he was irresistible. But he never treated me as if he were a god and I were a mere mortal. When we fucked, when he was all over me like this, we were equals, and I felt on top of the world.
I hated that it never lasted with him, though. When we were done, when he left me satisfied, then I felt I was just a piece of ass. But when we were together like this, I couldn’t saynoto him, even if I often ended up regretting it afterward.
And it was going to happen again. By the way he kissed me and the way my body responded to his advances, I wasn’t going to saynoto him. I was already aching for him, dripping with lust, and I needed him to take me however hard and fast he wanted.
