Page 83 of Sinful Hearts

Alotmore.

I turn toward him, blushing when I realize he’s already staring at me with that cocky smirk and those lethal blue eyes.

Tempting me into sin. Making me want to tell him to drive us somewhere so he can ravage me all over again until I can’t walk for a week.

Which is exactly when my phone buzzes with a text.

Nora: r u almost home? It’s…late?

And just like that, the bubble I’ve been existing in for the last few hours, wrapped up in him and only him, pops. And reality hits me like a slap in the face.

What the fuck am I thinking?

I have a life. I have a career, and responsibilities. I haveNora, for God’s sake. Exactly what do I think I’m doing playing gangster girlfriend to Hades fuckingDrakos?

“Elsa—”

“We can’t do this again.”

It tumbles out of me before my over-analytical mind can chew it up and reformat it as a compelling legal argument.

Hades raises a brow, his cocky grin morphing into a hard look.

“Do what, exactly?”

“This. This…whatever this thing is between us.”

“Oh, do you notwantto do this? Because if so, that was a fucking stunning performance just now. Oscar-worthy, even.”

I simmer, my face heating. “That’s not what I mean. I don’t notwantto…”

“We’re two consenting adults, Elsa. I don’t see what the problem is.”

“It’s more complicated than that.”

“Why.”

“Because…it just is.”

“But why does it have to be ‘complicated’?” He frowns. “I enjoy fucking you and watching you bounce up and down on my cock, begging for more like a good girl.”

My face suffuses with heat.

“And you in turn seem to enjoybeingthat good girl bouncing up and down on my cock and begging for more. There’s really nothing complicated about that.”

“So, that’s what this is? Purely sex, nothing more?”

His jaw clenches.

“If that’s all it was, would you be okay with that?”

Say no. Say no to all of this and just walk away. Walk away before the insanity and the gravitational pull from orbiting this close to Hades Drakos sucks you in.

“Maybe?” I whisper quietly.

His jaw grinds, and then slowly, that cocky smirk returns.

“So, we have an agreement. No feelings. No attachments.”

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