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She moans, locking her legs tighter around my waist.

I place one hand under her butt, lifting her, squeezing her flesh, and start a faster pace.

I rotate my hips, and soon Kennedy is matching my rhythm, her nails scratching my shoulders.

We find our own rhythm, and I time her moans, punctuating them with dirty words, encouraging her to let go and surrender more and more to me.

I feel the lack of control spreading through my blood in a surge of lust that borders insanity.

Her pussy contracts around me.

Each time I thrust, I take her with more force, demanding everything.

We are both mad with desire, trapped in our own universe. The rhythm is intense, the ferocity of our lust animalistic. Kennedy responds to the demand, and I pound into her until only my balls remain outside.

She starts to contract, and I know she’s going to come. I strum her clit without stopping thrusting, and in seconds, she’s moaning my name.

I roar like a wild animal.

I keep fucking her for several more minutes, completely insane from the expression of pleasure on her beautiful face.

Kennedy opens her eyes, and as soon as she does, I lose it. I come, filling her with my cum until we’re both soaked.

Hades

CHAPTER THIRTY

Present

It was never a dream.

It wasn't a product of my madness and obsession.

How many times in the last few years have I woken up drenched in sweat, guilt consuming me for thinking I was having erotic dreams about one of those responsible for Pam's torment?

How many early mornings did I drive for hours to the hospital-prison in Massachusetts, where Kennedy was, and stay outside, inside the car, hating myself for still wanting her so much? For wishing to turn back time, erase the past, and claim her for myself before it was too late?

Love and hate are sibling emotions. They can coexist, cohabit within us.

I didn't know she was already mine, that because of Pam's diabolical plan going wrong, we were bound forever.

A bond that, no matter how much Pam tried to disrupt it, will never dissolve. King is the greatest proof of that.

Rationally, I knew it wouldn't be possible to have slept with Kennedy and not remember. But somehow, even drugged, my brain stored the memory of us in the library, and every night in my dreams with Kennedy, I relived that passion.

I still hold the phone. Past and present merge on the screen which displays the recording.

We fell asleep on the floor. Me still half-dressed.

She gets up and, only when she’s picked up her clothes do I see that I tore her blouse.

I watch Kennedy in the video bending down and kissing me.

"I need to get some clothes on. I'll be right back,"she says to my sleeping self."I hope you remember what you told me when you wake up, Hades Kostanidis, because from today on, I will always be yours."

I get up and leave the room. I pass by Odin and Beau and leave the warehouse, heading straight into the heavy rain that, like that night, falls outside.

I scream until I’m hoarse.

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