A Game of Fate (Hades Saga #1)(86)

He raised a brow, and asked, “What purpose would that serve?”

Her hands dropped to his swollen sex, barely caressing it through his robes. “Would you like a demonstration?”

Hades smirked and gathered her close, teleporting to the Underworld.

***

“Any word?” Hades asked Ilias as they walked the shadows of his club. He’d been hopeful that tonight would be the night Sisyphus would take him up on the offer of a bargain.

“None,” Ilias replied. “Word travels slow in the mortal underground.”

Hades frowned.

The Fates had not been pleased to learn that Sisyphus had escaped.

“Arrogant,” Lachesis had said.

“Overconfident,” Clotho had hissed.

“Brash,” Atropos had added.

Hades had not argued with them. It was the first time he’d gone to them and feared them, feared their vengeance, feared that they would unravel the threads they’d taken such care to weave, ready to bask in his misery.

But they hadn’t. They’d merely asked who Hades was willing to trade if he lost his bargain with Sisyphus, a question he had not answered.

“He will come when he realizes he has nothing,” the satyr said as they crested the stairs. “Hermes has managed to intercept several million dollars of Sisyphus’ stock. What would you like to do with it?”

Hades knew how to make a mortal desperate. It was possible that Sisyphus would have remained on the run if his business was still afloat, thinking that he could survive on the lives he’d already taken, but Hades had guessed the mortal’s plans and he had taken everything—would continue to take everything—until the man came begging.

By the end of this, he would wish he had died when he was supposed to.

“Burn it,” he said. “And do not keep it a secret.”

Ilias departed then, and Hades entered his office and halted, finding Persephone sitting on his desk, naked. Her back was straight, her legs crossed, her perfect breasts rose with her breaths, her nipples rosy. He was instantly hard, instantly thankful Sisyphus had not arrived, and that Ilias had not followed him into his office.

“Persephone,” he said, closing the door and locking it.

“Hades,” she said.

“You are aware that anyone could have come into this office?”

“I thought I would take a gamble,” she said, a small smirk on her face.

“Hmm,” he said, loosening his tie as he approached.

“Do you use this desk?” she asked, her hand smoothing over the obsidian.

“No,” he said. “I don’t. I can’t sit still.”

It was true—he hated to be confined.

“Pity,” she said quietly. “It is a nice desk.”

“I’ve never thought it of much use, until now,” he said.

“Oh?” she asked with an innocent tilt of her head, eyes making a slow descent down his body to his cock, which strained against his trousers. She could not have made her desire more obvious.

He bent, lips hovering over hers as he spoke.

“It’s the perfect height,” he said in a gruff whisper, “to fuck you.”

She lifted her head just a little. “Then what is taking you so long?”

He chuckled. “No one said you couldn’t take what you wanted, my darling.”

Her hands moved to his cock, and Hades sucked in a breath between his teeth before his mouth covered hers and his hand knitted into her hair, fingers bracing against her scalp. He drew her head back, tongue sweeping her mouth. His other hand cupped her breast, fingers teasing her nipple into a tight peak, but Persephone’s hands were frenzied and they blazed a path down his chest, to the button of his pants, and as she unfastened them, his sex sprung free, his head already leaking with pleasure. Her grasp was firm, and she tugged it a few times before positioning it at her entrance.

“I burn for you,” she said as Hades gripped the underside of her knees and pulled her to him, sheathing her in one slick movement. She arched against him, breasts pressing into his chest, head lulled back. He kissed her throat as he thrust into her. They moved together, uncontrolled, hands gripping, mouths caressing, tongues touching, breathings tangling. He changed positions, withdrawing from her, only to turn her on her side, and entered her with her legs pressed into her chest. Her breathing changed, her moans growing louder, and Hades continued, pumping harder, drawing her leg up to rest on his shoulder, reaching deeper.

When he withdrew again, he gathered her into his arms and sat in the chair behind his desk. With her in his lap, her back to his chest, he guided himself inside her again. His hands drifted over her body, one on her breasts, the other teasing her clit. Persephone’s head fell back into the crook of his shoulder, and he kissed and licked and bit her neck and shoulder. Finally, he could take it no longer and drove into her, coming out of his chair as he did, her whole body bouncing until they came in a rush.

After, Hades cradled her body against him.

“As much as I love seeing you naked and waiting for me,” he said. “I’d really rather you only treat me to this view in the Underworld. Anyone could have entered this office.”

She giggled.

“And what would you have done? To anyone who saw me?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted, and he drew his finger beneath her chin and tilted her head up so their eyes met. He wanted to ensure she registered the weight of his words. “That should scare you.”