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“Answer, goddess.”
“Have you slept with her?”
He froze, and so did everyone else who shared the floor.
“It sounds like you are requesting a game, goddess.”
“You want to play a game?” She jerked her hands away from his.“Now?”
It was the only way he would answer her question, and she knew it. He held out his hand for her to take, eyes alight, begging her to reestablish their connection.
Come with me to the Underworld, he thought.You will not come back the same.
He knew when she had made her decision, because her gaze became fierce and determined—she would have what she wanted. Then, her fingers curled into his, and he smiled, teleporting to the Underworld.
CHAPTER XX – A GAME OF PASSION
Hades appeared in his office, hand still twined with Persephone’s. His body was tight with anticipation, and his mind whirled with the possibilities of this night. Why had she been so eager to know about his relationship with Minthe? If he answered, would she succumb to him?
They stared at one another for a moment, and Hades released her hand, fingers trailing her palm. He reached to untie her mask. The movement felt intimate but right, and he had never felt so much longing. It curled in the bottom of his stomach and made his throat feel tight.
“Wine?” he asked as he approached the bar, removing his own cumbersome mask.
“Please.” She spoke quietly, and his chest felt heavy as he imagined that word poised upon her tongue as she begged him to fill her.
He poured her a glass and slid it toward her. She took it, her graceful fingers curling around the stem as she sipped. Hades watched her a moment, distracted by her mouth and the way her tongue snuck out to moisten her lips. Her gaze burned his skin, eyes starved.
“Hungry?” he asked.“You barely ate at the gala.”
Her eyes narrowed.“You were watching me?”
“Darling, don’t pretend you weren’t watching me. I know your gaze upon me like I know the weight of my horns.”
She averted her eyes, blushing.“No, I’m not hungry.”
Pity, he thought, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.
They found themselves on opposite ends of a table before the fireplace, a deck of cards sat at the center.
“The game?” she asked as Hades reached for the cards.
“Poker,” he replied, opening the box and shuffling the cards.
She took a breath.“The stakes?”
At her question, the air thickened, and Hades offered a smile.“My favorite part. Tell me what you want.”
“If I win, you answer my questions.”
He knew it was the bet she would make.
“Deal,” he said as he finished shuffling the cards.“If I win, I want your clothes.”
If she was shocked, she did not show it.“You want to undress me?”
“Darling, that’s only the start of what I want to do to you.”
Had he imagined the quirk of her lips?“Is one win equal to a piece of clothing?”
