Page 59 of Hades and Persephone: Keeper of Sins

I don’t think about reservations as I spread my legs wider for him. I need something more, something deeper, though I’m not entirely certain what that something deeper is.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice a spill of coarse gravel against soft skin. I shiver. “So beautiful and open for me.” He teases my entrance with his fingertips as his palm presses into my clit. I whimper. He sucks at the skin between shoulder and neck. When he speaks, his voice vibrates deep into the core of me. “I can’t wait to be inside you. To stretch you and fill you.”

His words affect me physically and instantly. A deep throb pulses in my sex. I feel achingly, agonizingly empty.

I whimper, “Please.”

I don’t know what I’m begging for, but I know he can give it to me.

He hums his approval, as though my begging for him is exactly the thing he wanted before he presses the tips of two fingers into my entrance. I gasp, stilling against him as he pulls free before pushing in again. He’s deeper this time, stretching and fillingme. He pulls out, and pushes back in until I feel him filling all of me. He roots himself deep and stays there, his thumb shifting to swirl over my clit. It’s sensation overload.

I can’t breathe. Air is trapped in my lungs, snared somewhere behind the cage of my ribs. Dizziness swims in my head, muddling my thoughts. The pinch of discomfort I’d felt as he pushed knuckle deep inside me is ebbing slowly away. It’s swept up in the waves of a deep need for something more with every swirl of his thumb over my clit, every second his fingers remain deep in my core.

Seconds from crying out for him to move—to do anything—from screaming—Hades begins to pump his fingers in and out of me. Stars with cores of ebony burst in my vision, floating over the lids I slam closed against a pleasure that builds into a pressure I’m confident will be my undoing.

The quake begins in the core of me, subtle at first. It doesn’t stay that way for long, before the tremulous shake of it threatens to split me in two. My eyes snap open as I pitch my body forward, my hands slapping out to grip the edge of the desk as Hades fucks me with two thick fingers. I’m over sensitized, trying to escape the soul-tearing pleasure that threatens to consume me by closing my legs, stopping the pump of his fingers inside my body, the swirl of his expert thumb.

But his knee is there between my legs and his warning is low and dangerous. Deadly. “You will comeapart for me if I have to force every drop of pleasure from you.”

My eyes lock on the dry gold paint that coats my finger before my vision blurs. My head rolls back between my shoulders and I feel his big body curving around me, covering me,consuming me. His breath is hot and ragged. I can hear the wet sound of his fingers moving in and out of my body. I should be embarrassed, but I’m incapable of focusing on anything but the way he’s making me feel. There is no room for shame in this moment. Maybe after, but not now.

“Hades,” I cry his name, and he growls his approval. “Oh, God?—”

“Yes,” he purrs darkly as something inside me crests. My fingers curl and I do my very best to escape this ripping pleasure that edges pain with the dangerous promise of a violent overtaking.

Hades seems to know what I’m doing. That I’m unable to take this—it’s too much—because he commands, “Take it, Persephone. Feel it. Come for me.”

It’s as though his words tug on the strings that have bound a lifetime of pleasure deep within me. One moment, I’m whole and the next I simply erupt. I am untethered, rooted to this earth exclusively by the fingers he pumps inside me and the arm that bands my waist.

My ears ring as I moan. Or maybe I scream. I can’tbe sure. Everything but him—his hands on me,in me, feels far away.

My body is shaking and I feel impossibly weak, boneless. The quick, exquisitely violent invasion of his fingers in my body slows to something decadently gentle and sweet. He’s capping his possession with a taste of wonder, ensuring a craving for him lingers in the cracks of this new me he’ll leave behind when he puts my pieces back into place.

He lifts me from the desk with his chest pinned to my back. Slowly, gently, he pulls his fingers from my body, his hands from my panties.

Now that he’s no longer inside me, I feel an overwhelming need to hide from him. When his arm loosens from around my waist, I drop to pull my shorts back into place. I’m about to tell him that was nice and make my escape when I see what has his attention. He’s holding his fingers up, his eyes locked on the two that had been inside me. Horror is a whip lash inside me as my eyes focus on the ribbons of muted red that glisten on his wet fingers.

I bled.

Oh my God, he must be disgusted.

Black eyes lift to mine as soon as the thought enters my mind. I’m struck by the feeling that he heard my thought and I can’t help but wonder if perhaps I spoke it out loud.

As though in answer, Hades lifts his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. I’m stuckin some place between horror and new arousal as I watch him taste—devour—my innocence. Knots twist in my belly and I feel my jaw quite literally drop.

This man, my boss, just tasted the innocence he took from me.

How is this my life? How did I go from the God fearing, Alberta farm girl who tended flowers in her mother’s shop, never having had a boyfriend or even being kissed, to being finger-fucked by my billionaire boss in another country?

I’m going to hell and right now, I’m not certain I care.

He pulls his fingers, now clean, from his mouth. A spear of something intense and hot cuts through the knots in my belly. Breath shudders from my lungs and I swear, before he blinks, I see flames in his eyes.

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

Persephone

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