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He gets up so quickly, approaching me, that I don't even have time to take a step back. "Did you really think I'd settle for seeing my son once in a while? It wasn't just you who missed the chance to be with him, Kennedy. I didn't even know King existed until a few days ago. I need him to get used to the fact that I'm his father and that I'll be there to protect him. To protect both of you."

I decide to hold on to anger because I don't want to believe his promises. "Give yourself whatever excuse you want. You at least should have suspected the possibility of King existing. I was the one who lost my memory, not you."

"I didn't suspect because I didn't remember sleeping with you."

"What?" I say, feeling hurt, shocked, undeserving, all at once. "What happened between us was so unimportant that you don't even remember . . . Oh, my God!"

Hades

I tried to control the beast inside me. I am a man ruled mainly by action. Standing idly by, waiting for my life to be decided, is not my way of doing things. However, I know I have a long way to go to earn her forgiveness. And I will because Kennedy is mine and it should have been this way from the start. Her place is with me, as my wife, partner, lover, mother of my children, and no matter how long it takes for her to surrender, we will be one forever.

After the conversation with Ernest, I decided to stay and wait to talk to her in the morning. I intended to show her the videos Odin obtained and start to clarify some of our past because we've had too many gaps between us already. As soon as I saw her at the entrance to the living room, I had to hold myself back from going to where she was. I didn't want to startle her, but hearing her say that it meant nothing to me when, from the first second we met, there was only her—it has always been her—breaks my madness.

In an instant, there's an abyss between us. Past and present. The fear, the hurt, and the distrust I perceive in her towards me.

In the next, I have her pinned against my body.

"Release me. You have no right to touch me. I was nothing in your life."

"You're wrong. You are my everything. You have always been the one for me, and you always will be."

Kennedy

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Hades'touch, unlike when he saved me from the bee sting, is not gentle. It is intentional. Maybe only one of his hands is holding my neck while the other pulls me by the waist, but I can feel him in every cell, every inch of my skin. My brain might not fully remember the two of us, but my body knows that Hades Kostanidis owns it.

"I'm not the one for you; I'm your enemy." I try to resist, even though I sense that just one word, a simple no, would make him stop.

But I don't want him to stop. I want him to convince me.

"I thought the same for a long time, but even while hating you, I never stopped wanting you, Kennedy. We were always destined for each other, and I'll prove it to you."

Say no,my last functioning neuron pleads, but my traitorous hands are already touching his chest. I lie to myself, swearing I'm about to push him away, but the moment Hades takes my lips with his, my world stops spinning.

My heart beats in my throat, and I think he feels it because he says arrogantly, his mouth against mine, without deepening the kiss yet, "Your body remembers me."

"No." The protest sounds false even to my own ears.

"Liar," he accuses me.

I part my lips to say no again, but my resolve gets lost when Hades' tongue silences me.

The pressure of his mouth is the most delicious thing I've ever experienced. Hades doesn't kiss gently. It's not subtle seduction; he possesses me, taming me with just the heat of his lips.

My senses are overwhelmed by his scent, the warmth of his body, the strength of his enormous hands gripping me. The way he subdues me as he desires is merciless, demanding a response, and although I know I should stop him, I am horrified to realize my nails are scratching his chest.

"More," he says without breaking the kiss.

"I don't?—”

"Scratch me harder, Kennedy. Draw blood. Let out the anger and lust you feel for me. I want all of you."

It's as if I have no control over myself. My body presses against his, and when I feel the strength of his thick erection against my belly, reason and logic are lost for good.

Hades

Her body doesn't press against mine; it shapes itself around me. We are two pieces of a whole that would never find the perfect fit except in each other's arms.

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