A Game of Fate (Hades Saga #1)(89)

“Fuck!” Hades reached for the intercom, missing the button, distracted by Persephone’s mouth as she took him deep, hitting the back of her throat.

“Antoni,” he gritted out. “Drive until I say otherwise.”

“Yes, sir.”

He sat back, inhaling through his teeth, his hands twisted into her hair, fingers digging into her scalp. He held her there as she worked, and all he could think was that his heart felt raw and it beat hard and fast. His chest felt like the universe, expansive and full of love for this woman, this goddess, this queen. Who needed a realm of devoted souls when she would worship him like this?

Her tongue crept back up his length, her lips fastening over the head of his cock, and her hands played with his balls.

“Persephone.” He hissed her name, thrusting into her. He hit the top of her mouth and the back of her throat, his hands tightening in her hair until he came, growling her name. When she let go of him, he dragged her up his body and kissed her. He pulled away, her lips catching between his teeth.

“I want you,” he said, as if it were a sin he was confessing.

A smile ghosted her lips, still glistening from her work and their kiss. “How do you want me?”

“To start,” he said, his hands trailing up her thighs, thumbs brushing the damp curls at her center. She straightened, hands planted on his shoulders. “I’ll take you from behind on your hands and knees.”

Her breath caught, and she shivered. “And then?”

His lips quirked. She was a tease, but he could play her game, parting her flesh and tickling her clit. She melted against him.

“I’ll pull you on top and teach you how to ride me until you come apart.”

“Hmm, I like that one.”

Her hands dropped to his engorged flesh, and as she lifted herself, Hades helped her lower onto his shaft. She was warm and wet and tight; it was different from how her mouth felt because her muscles clenched around him, putting pressure on every part of his cock.

At first, he helped her move, ensuring she was seated fully before she rose up again, but after a few thrusts, he let her take over, finding her rhythm and her pleasure. Slowly, their breaths quickened and the cabin of the limo grew warm, the air thick with their lovemaking.

Her lips closed over his and traced his jaw, her teeth grazing his skin as she whispered, “Tell me how I feel.”

“Like life.”

She was life, his life.

His hand slipped between them, teasing that sensitive, erect nub until she came with a guttural cry. Hades’ arm tightened around her waist, and he pumped into her a few more times before he, too, came. He held her for a long time, resting inside her, savoring this moment, high off the intensity they’d shared.

When she pushed away, Hades let Antoni know they were ready to arrive at The Grove—one of his restaurants. They would enter from the parking garage, from a level where only Hades and his staff had access. As much as he questioned how long he would remain Persephone’s secret, he did not want Demeter finding out about their relationship via the media.

Once they arrived, Hades helped Persephone out of the limo, directing her to an elevator.

“Where are we?” she asked as the doors opened. He led her inside and pressed the button for the fourteenth floor, which led to the rooftop. The doors closed, trapping her scent. He eyed the emergency stop button, wondering how many times he could make her come before someone came to their unnecessary and unwanted rescue.

“The Grove. My restaurant,” he added, because it was not common knowledge that he owned any business outside of Nevernight.

“You own The Grove? How does no one know?”

He shrugged. “I let Ilias run it and prefer that people think he owns it.”

He chose to keep his assets a secret. It was better that way. No one truly knew how powerful Hades was or how much of New Greece he really owned.

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened to reveal the rooftop. It was made to look like one of the gardens in the Underworld, with beds of roses and peonies, climbing ivies and trees heavy with fruit and flora.

“This is beautiful, Hades,” she said as he guided her along a dark stone path. Lights crossed over their heads, leading to an open grove where their table waited. He pulled out her chair and poured their wine.

“You said your day was busy,” Hades began, sipping the wine. He did not often switch to drinking anything but whiskey, and he had to admit, he missed the smoky taste of his favorite liquor as much as he missed Persephone’s mouth on his.

She hesitated, and Hades realized maybe that wasn’t the question to ask. Their conversations about her work never went well. He could tell she was hiding something, even as she answered, “Yes. I had a lot…to research.”

“Hmm.” He took another sip of the wine. It was bitter and burned his throat, but it helped him focus on something other than his irritation about her work. What was she researching? His past? His bargains? Had she created a list of questions to ask him tonight? Or brought another list of names?

“I thought Cerberus was a three headed dog,” she said suddenly. Hades was taken off-guard, and he chuckled, raising a brow.

“Is this the research you were referring to?”

“All the texts say he has three heads,” she said defensively.

“He does,” Hades answered, amused. “When he wants to.”