Page 30 of Hades’ Revenge

“Sit with me.” He led me over to the chair across from his desk, took a seat, and pulled me into his lap. “We need to set some rules if we’re going to continue whatever this is.”

“I didn’t realize not going to the ladies’ room when you told me to was going to upset you.”

“It did upset me, because if the situation had been more serious, I may not have been able to protect you.” He tightened his hold on me. “If a fight had broken out, or had it been an associate of mine who didn’t know his boundaries and wanted to deliver a message, I couldn’t have you in his path.”

“But it wasn’t like that tonight.”

“That’s not the point.” He tilted my chin and stared at me. “I wasn’t certain why he was taking pictures of you. I asked you to leave for your safety.”

“I’ll try to be more obedient.”

It wasn’t as if I would have many more opportunities to be in a situation where I had to listen to him. In a couple of days, I would have to leave, and I wasn’t sure how a secret, long-distance relationship would work.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I was just thinking that…well, I don’t know how much of a future we’re going to have once I leave.”

“I see a long and fulfilling future for us.” He kissed me softly. “You let me figure it out.”

“When you say it, I believe it.” I rubbed his jaw. “You seem like a man who can accomplish the impossible.”

“I can for you.”

Being together was a long shot. He lived in Greece and I lived in New York. His business was here and I had one more semester of school to finish. Then there was his rivalry with my father. Even if I could find a way to be with Sebastian, how was I ever going to convince my dad that I was capable of making my own choices and Sebastian was one of them?

“What did you say to me when you spoke in Greek?” I asked. “It sounded really sexy, but I don’t speak the language.”

“I’ll have to teach you.” He glided his fingers down my throat and to my nipple, circling it until it peaked for him. “I said you were making me insane.”

“It was that good?” I bit my lip. “What I did?”

“It was better than good.” He trailed his fingers down my stomach. “It was the best I ever had.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He kissed me as he slipped his hand inside my thong. “I wasn’t going to do this, but you deserve it after that blowjob.”

“Mmm…” I stretched myself out across his lap when he pushed his fingers inside me. “I…”

While he set the tone, he brushed his other hand over my breasts and down my stomach, to my hip, and up the side of my body. He repeated that motion while keeping a pleasurable pace with his fingers.

“You’ve been waiting so patiently while I tortured you.”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“You can let go now,” he said. “Fuck my fingers.”

I arched my back and rocked into his hand, greedily taking the pleasure he offered. In and out, up and down, over and over until…

“Hades,” I screamed out, ending this maddening cycle of bringing me to the edge and pushing me back. “Oh…” Shuddering against him, I gripped his wrist until the aftershocks of my climax ceased. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” He yanked me into a seated position and held me against his chest. “But now you know who your pleasure belongs to.”

“I won’t forget.” I pressed my lips to his. “I’m all yours.”

“One more thing.” He covered my throat with his hand. “This is very important.”

The blood in my veins pumped hard, racing to my chest and making my heart rate accelerate when he applied more pressure to my neck. This wasn’t fear. This was something entirely different. Something so strong that it made me question my own sanity.