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I see in her eyes that Kennedy has surrendered herself to me, and her submission fuels my obsession even more.

At this moment, I am nothing but a man consumed by desire, longing for the woman I can’t forget.

One of my hands grabs her waist, my body pressing against hers, feeling the delicious softness of her smooth curves.

I lean towards her face and think I hear her moan my name, but I’m not sure because the next second, my lips take hers.

At first, it’s just simple pressure, flesh against flesh. A gentle touch, contrary to the overwhelming lust that has spread through me. Soon, the hunger becomes uncontrollable, voracious, and when I taste the sweetness of her mouth for the second time, I know my craving for her will hardly be satisfied, no matter how many times I devour her.

Slowly, my tongue glides over hers, in a dance of provocation, challenging her to follow my rhythm, to show herself to me.

Kissing Kennedy is like diving into the strongest drink, intoxicating myself with lust.

Surprised by the intensity of what I’m feeling, I suck, bite, and lick, drawing soft sighs from her. Feeling her reaction, her body writhing in response to my touch as my hand moves from her waist to her butt, only increases my desire.

I’ve never been so hungry for a woman.

The sound of our accelerated breathing fills the entire room, leaving right and wrong outside. Common sense, rules, and obligations don’t exist. All I know at this moment is that I desire Kennedy like I’ve never desired anyone else.

Our tongues intertwine in a fervent clash, where lust dictates the law.

I need to take her with me—that’s the only certainty I have, and with one last bite on her lower lip, I pull our faces apart.

“I don’t want you at Vina’s house anymore,” I say.

I’m giving up on running from my desire at this moment, knowing that this thing between us will never work with Pam around.

I’ll arrange a place for her to live until the madness between us passes. After that, I’ll let her stay in the place as long as she wants. I might even gift it to her.

“What?” she asks, looking shocked.

“I want you to leave Vina’s house.”

A second later, when Kennedy pushes my chest with all her strength and walks towards the door, I know she misunderstood everything.

She thinks I’m kicking her out.

I’m not used to being rebuffed, and seeing her leave without giving me a chance to speak pisses me off. “We’re not done talking yet.”

“Yes, we are, and I understood what you meant. Don’t worry. You don’t need to kick me out of Mrs. Vina’s house. I’ll leave as soon as I find a place to stay.”

“Kennedy!”

But she doesn’t hear me, and as soon as I step out of the room, someone grabs my arm.

“What were you doing with Juliet in a private room, Hades?” Pam sounds tearful, and when I turn to face her, her eyes are full of tears.

“Not now, Pam. I’ll talk to you later,” I say, freeing myself, and rush out like a madman after Kennedy, but it’s too late; she’s gone.

Hades

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Present

I watch,feeling the bitter taste of disappointment descend my throat, as Pam enters the library and puts a liquid substance, which she brought in a thermos-like bag, not only in the whiskey bottle she gave me but in all the bottles in my grandfather's bar.

She came prepared. It wasn’t something she did on impulse. It was planned.

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