She nodded and he asked, “Why?”
“Just feeling…a little bad for him is all,” she managed, though the words were completely untrue and tasted like blood in her mouth.
Demetri took his glasses off. She could now see his eyes, full of concern and a little suspicious.
“Is everything alright?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes. Yeah. Excuse me.”
She left Demetri’s office, packed her things, and left. The images in her email were damning, and if released to the public, they would prove everything in the gossip magazines true.
Well, not everything.
Persephone really couldn’t say that she and Hades were dating. As before, she was hesitant to assign any label to their current status given their contract. Not to mention the fact that if those photos were released, her mother would see them, and that would mean the end of her time in New Athens—she wouldn’t even have to worry about the media storm that would ensue as a result, because she wouldn’t be here for it. Demeter would lock her back up forever.
Persephone went home to get ready for her date. She took her time, her mind on Adonis’s threat. She considered how she should handle the situation. It occurred to her that she could tell Hades and everything would be over as quick as it began, but she didn’t want the God of the Dead fighting her battles for her. She wanted to solve this problem herself.
She decided Hades would be the last resort, a card she would pull if she couldn’t find a solution.
She must have looked troubled when Hades arrived to pick her up, because the God of the Underworld asked as she approached, “Is everything okay?”
“Yes,” she managed in her cheeriest voice possible. He had been asking that a lot and she wondered if he was paranoid. “It was just a busy day.”
He smiled. “Then let’s get you off your feet.”
He helped her into the limo and followed close behind. Antoni was in the driver’s seat.
“My lady,” he bowed his head.
“It is good to see you, Antoni.”
The cyclops smiled and instructed, “Just press the com if you need anything.”
Then he rolled up a tinted window that kept his cabin separate from theirs.
She and Hades sat side-by-side, close enough so that their arms and legs touched. The friction ignited a fever beneath her skin. Suddenly, she couldn’t get comfortable, and shifted, crossing and uncrossing her legs. It drew Hades attention, and after a moment, he placed a hand on her thigh.
She wasn’t sure what possessed her to say it—maybe it was the stress of the day or the tension in the cabin, but right now, all she wanted was to lose herself in him.
“I wish to worship you.”
The words were quiet and casual. As if she had just asked him how his day went or commented on the weather. She felt his eyes on her, and slowly peaked up at him. His gaze had darkened.
“And how would you worship me, Goddess?” His voice was deep and controlled.
She tried to repress a smile, and kneeled to the floorboard in front of him, wedging herself between his legs.
“Shall I show you?” she asked.
His throat worked, and he managed in a husky tone, “A demonstration would be appreciated.”
Her hands moved to the button of his trousers where she freed his sex, and clasped it in her hand—it was soft but hard, and she met Hades’ gaze as she stroked him once. His hands became fists on his thighs, and when she tasted him, he groaned and rolled his head back.
Then the car came to a stop.
“Fuck,” he said, and reached for the intercom button. Persephone continued to take him deep into the back of her throat, licking and sucking him. When Hades spoke, he was breathless. “Antoni. Drive until I say otherwise.”
“Yes, sir.”
He hissed, inhaling breath between his teeth. His fingers dug into her scalp, loosening her braid as she worked him with her hand and moved her tongue and teeth over the head of his cock. He tasted like salt and darkness, and he grew harder and heavier in her mouth.
She knew when she had driven him into mindlessness because he ground out her name, and started thrusting into her mouth. She braced herself against the seat of the limo, unable to breath, only able to take. He hit the back of her throat over and over until he came with her name on his lips.
Persephone took all of him, licking him clean. When she was finished, Hades reached for her, dragging her up for a hard kiss before tearing away to growl, “I want you.”
Her eyes darkened, and she tilted her head, questioning. “How do you want me?”