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“Oh,kitten,” he growls, lowering his mouth to my neck and biting down hard. “We’re just getting started.”
* * *
I losetrack of the hours. But after four rounds of the most deviant, insane, body-breaking sex, and more orgasms than I can possibly count, the room is finally quiet. Hades is asleep next to me, his arm wrapped around me possessively, keeping me next to him.
I’m pulsing all over—trembling, as if I’ve just run a marathon—and I still can’t get my heart to stop racing. And I’m sore:sofucking sore, everywhere. Between my legs, of course. But also my thighs and breasts from his mouth. My neck and wrists from his grip. My jaw, from when I stretched it so very wide to try and fit his enormous cock into my mouth, still slick from my pussy.
I blush vividly, replaying it all in my mind. Feeling his cum on my skin, tasting him on my tongue. Feeling the soreness from his rough touch all over me, like a deep, sensual ache.
I’m grinning. I’m…different.
Lighter. Freer.
It’s over. It’s done with. Leo’s hold over me is gone.
But now, unfortunately, I have to be gone, too.
The Elsa that Hades knows was never here. He won’t ever know it was me. Because that was exactly the plan, however derailed it got when I pickedhiminstead of a stranger.
But so be it.
It is what it is.
Wincing, I carefully slip out from under his arm. He stirs, but keeps sleeping as I quietly cross the room and quickly pull my panties and dress back on. I carry my heels in my hands as I cross the room back to the bed and lean over him, kissing his cheek softly.
“Thank you,” I whisper to my secret sin and my dirty little secret.
Then I’m gone.
3
HADES
Ten hours earlier:
“Here.You look like you could use this.”
With a grunt, I raise my head from the conference table at the sound of my sister’s voice. Callie leans against the table, eying me with a mix of amusement and genuine concern. Except that the mix is probably closer to ninety percent amusement andmaybeten percent concern, rather than fifty-fifty.
“What?”
She snickers. “This.” When she raises the iced coffee and gives it a tempting shake, the fatigue and the pain from last night start to fade just a bit. I usually take it black, but I don’t even care that it’s got tons of milk and probably way too much sugar in it.
At this point, it could be laced with diesel fuel and fucking arsenic, and I’d probably still slug it back gratefully.
“Please tell me you’re not fucking with me.”
Callie grins. “Nope. For realsies, take it. You look like shit.”
“Well fuck you, too,” I mutter through a shallow smirk as I pluck the offered plastic cup from her hand. I suck greedily on the straw and immediately regret it.
“Christ, did you actually get any coffee with your sugar today?”
Callie makes a face. “What? I like it sweet.”
“This tastes like diabetes.”
“It’s gonna taste like nothing but your motherfucker of a hangover when I take it back because you’re being an ungrateful dick.”
