Now’s the time to put the brakes on. To stop this before Hades shows up, because this is not explicitly sanctioned.
I can’t remember the last time someone wanted me enough to lose control, to throw caution to the wind and ignore the consequences. It’s a heady feeling, and I don’t want it to stop. I don’t want him to stop. I need this connection more than I can put into words.
I reach up with a shaking hand and cup Hercules’s hard jaw. “Your tests came back today. You’re good. I am too, and I’m on birth control.”
His eyes go dark. “No condom?”
“No condom,” I whisper.
I wrap a fist around his cock and drag him across my pussy. Teasing us both. Spreading my wetness around. I can’t help making a frustrated noise even though I’m the one responsible. I wasn’t sure I wanted to cross this line, but now that we’re dancing across the point of no return, I want it now. Hercules seems to feel the same way. He covers my hand with his and notches his cock at my entrance. He holds my gaze as he pushes into me in a smooth, steady move. Not slow enough for my body to fully adjust, but not harshly either. My breath catches in my throat.
“I should thank Jasmine.”
I blink up at him. “What?”
He pulls out just a little and catches the backs of my thighs. As he thrusts back into me, he jerks me forward to the very edge of the desk, sending his cock impossibly deep. “Playing with her got you ready for me.”
I have no intention of indulging this thread of conversation, but somehow I find myself asking, “Does it bother you? Me with other people?” I don’t want his answer to matter, but it does.
There’s so much raw emotion on his face that I almost look away. It’s too much. Too honest. “Only when you do it intentionally to hurt me.”
My breath whooshes out, and then there’s no more space for words between us. Hercules presses me back onto the deck and begins to move, fucking me in long, sure strokes. We should be all furtive movements and frenzied orgasms, but he seems intent on doing this on his own timeline and somehow that makes it a thousand times hotter. I reach over my head and cling to the edge of the desk, bracing myself so I can rise to meet his thrusts.
I don’t even hear the door open. I don’t realize we’re no longer alone until Hades’s low chuckle coats the space around us, constricting the office and threatening to suffocate me. Hercules freezes mid-thrust. His blue eyes go wide, and we both turn to find Hades leaning against the door with his hands in his pockets.
He raises an eyebrow. “Don’t stop on my account.” There’s no amusement in his tone. It’s cold. So fucking cold. Retribution is coming, and my traitorous heart is thrilled by it. Maybe I shouldn’t love these painful games with Hades, but I can’t seem to help myself. His punishments are just as much proof of his love as his rewards are. No matter how angry I am at him in any given moment, I still crave his attention with all the ferocity of a flower craving the sun. It’s a desperation I don’t know how to banish. In my darkest moments, I can admit that I don’t want to.
Hercules’s hand spasms on my hip. “Hades—”
He pushes off the door, and my heart crashes in my chest at the sight of him stalking toward us. The warning is all in his smooth movements, in the way his dark eyes take in every detail of this scene, of the way we’ve both intentionally broken his command. “Hercules.” He speaks softly. “If you don’t finish fucking her, I’m going to take her out into the public play room and let anyone who’s interested do it for you. Your choice.”
He will. He’s done it before, and I’ve loved every second of it. There’s something so incredibly freeing in Hades choosing for me, in his allowing others to act the part of his will with their hands and mouths and cocks. Even when pleasure becomes too much, when I beg for it to stop, he takes me to the very edge before he brings me down. I know this game.
Hercules doesn’t.
He grips my shoulder and drives into me again. Harder. Deeper. Fucking me just shy of violently. His expression is tormented and yet he watches my face with an intensity that has me sliding closer to orgasm. Punishing me the same way Hades will punish us shortly. I love it. I reach down with one hand and stroke my clit, a light touch that contrasts with his rough thrusts. Pleasure rises in a wave and I turn my head enough to see Hades too. He’s taken a seat on the couch and watches us with a still expression that does nothing to mask the heat in his eyes.