Neon Gods (Dark Olympus 1)

“You are singularly motivated with your pleasure on the line.” He chuckles against my shoulder. Despite my damn near begging, he doesn’t pick up his pace. He drags his middle finger along the strap spanning my waist. “Half the eyes in this place are on you, Persephone.”

I shiver, pressing my hands harder to his hips in an effort to keep still. “Well, we’re sending a message, aren’t we?”

“Yes. Look around.” If he were a literal demon on my shoulder, he couldn’t be more tempting. Hades drops his hand another inch until his pinkie finger brushes the top of my panties through the front of the skirt.

Sure enough, he’s right. Despite the low light, I can clearly see that half the people in the room are watching us and not the couple on the dais. It almost feels like they are here to boost my pleasure. Didn’t I imagine eyes on me when Hades had me strip yesterday? When we stood on that same dais and he made me come so hard my legs shook? It turns out the real thing is exponentially hotter.

Hades’s beard tickles my bare shoulder. “Sheer skirt. Lace panties. They’re going to be able to see everything I do to your pretty pussy. Are you prepared for that?”

Am I prepared for it?

I’m pretty sure I might expire on the spot if he doesn’t follow through on the lustful spell he’s weaving about me. I lick my lips and fight not to lift my hips to guide his hand lower. “Yes, Sir.”

He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Say the word and this all stops. No harm, no foul.”

For someone so determined to be labeled a monster, he’s incredibly invested in my pleasure and consent. A thrill of power licks through me. I’m not in charge. Not by any stretch of the imagination. But the knowledge that no matter what Hades does to me, I am choosing it? It’s beyond sexy. “I know. I trust you.”

The barest hesitation, as if I’ve surprised him. “Good.” Still, he moves slowly, gliding his hand down to cup my pussy through the skirt. The fabric is so thin as to not exist at all, and I can’t help a small jump at the heat of his palm. He gives a low curse. “I can feel how wet you are.”

“Do something about it.”

He tightens his grip, holding me in that intimate place like he owns me. “One day, you’ll learn to stop trying to top from the bottom.” He moves his free hand to my right breast and yanks the lace down, baring me to the room. I jerk back, but his chest gives me nowhere to go and his hand between my legs follows me, pressing my body more firmly against his. Then Hades repeats the treatment to my left breast. I’m still covered in the silk straps, but my nipples are bare and on display. He makes a low tsking sound. “Just for that defiance, I’m going to make you come, loud and messy, right here in front of them.”

It doesn’t even occur to me to cover my breasts. Instead, I spread my legs a little wider. “Do your worst.”

“My worst, Persephone?” His voice gets lower, almost a growl. “You dip one toe into the water and think you’re ready to swim the length of the River Styx. You can’t begin to handle what my worst has to offer.” He finally moves his hand up, only to shove it into my panties and spear me with two fingers. The contact bows my back, but his other hand is there, bracketing my throat and holding me in place. “Can you feel their eyes on you?”

I want to keep defying him, but my brain has gone all fuzzy with pleasure. He’s not even fucking me with his fingers. He’s holding me down, possessing me in a way I’ve never experienced before. Like he’s staking his claim in front of an entire room of witnesses in the most primitive way possible. No, the most primitive way possible would be to bend me over this chair and fuck me until I scream. I shiver. “Yes,” I gasp. “I can feel them watching.”

“Do you know what they see?” He doesn’t move, just pins me to him. “They see a monster about to devour a pretty princess. They see me taking one of their own and dragging her down into the dark with me. I’m ruining you before their very eyes.”

“Good,” I whisper fiercely. “Ruin me, Hades. I want you to.”

“You’re clenching around me.” His voice has gone deeper yet. “You like this.”

“Of course I do.” Hades shifts his hand, his palm rubbing against my clit, and suddenly words are pouring from my lips. “I like you staking your claim on me.”

“Is that what I’m doing?” He finally begins to move his hand, his searching fingers finding my G-spot and stroking it lightly.