A Touch of Malice (Hades & Persephone #3)(114)

“These are Chains of Truth,” Hades said. “They are a powerful weapon against any god unless they have the password. I am telling you that password now so that if you begin to feel afraid, you can release yourself from their grasp. Eleftherose ton—say it.”

“Eleftherose ton,” she repeated.

“Perfect.”

“Why are they called Chains of Truth?” she asked because she thought she could guess, and Hades’

smile confirmed her suspicions.

“The only truth they shall draw from your lips is your pleasure. Lie down.”

Persephone did as he instructed. Hades followed, straddling her body, his clothes scraping against her skin, sensitive with need.

“Spread your arms,” he said.

He placed the box above her head and in the next second, her wrists were restrained with heavy chains.

“Forgive me, my darling,” Hades said as he touched each cuff, turning them into soft bindings.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“For you?” she asked. “Always.”

“Always,” Hades repeated.

He sat back on his heels, still straddling her and loosened his tie, then his cufflinks before making his way to the buttons of his shirt.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“I want you to move faster.” The words were out of Persephone’s mouth before she even had time to think. Her eyes widened and then she remembered that the restraints around her wrists would pull the truth from her mouth.

She narrowed her eyes. “Is there any chance you get to wear these?”

Hades chuckled. “If that is what you want,” he said as he pulled off his shirt and cast it aside. “But you do not need chains to draw the truth from me, especially when it comes to what I plan to do to you.”

“I’d rather not hear your plans,” Persephone said, her eyes roving hungrily over his muscled chest.

“What do you want, wife?”

“Action,” she said, wiggling beneath him. If she could, she would reach for him, but her wrists strained against the bindings.

Hades chuckled, and then pressed a kiss between her breasts. She rose against his touch, her legs twined around his, she wanted the friction of his body against hers. But Hades continued, trailing his lips down her stomach as he untangled himself from her grasp. She let him go and allowed her legs to fall open, shameless, ready, desperate. Hades stared at her hungrily, before hooking his arms beneath her hips, lifting her ass, and licking her slick folds.

A low growl came from somewhere deep in his chest.

“This. I love this.”

He descended, tongue parting her and teasing her clit. He spread her wider so he could go deeper, and soon his fingers were inside her, curling. Persephone’s heels dug into the bed, her fingers twined around the chains, her head pressed hard into the pillow beneath her. She felt so wound up, so tight, so flushed, then Hades warm mouth closed over her clit and he sucked—it was gentle and followed by slow circling. Her breath caught on a loud moan and Hades pulled away, his fingers still working inside her.

“That’s it, darling. Tell me how it feels.”

“It’s good. So good.”

She managed to look at him, perspiration building across his forehead, eyes lustful and gleaming.

Then his mouth closed over her clit again, tongue vibrating against it. Her head fell back as she moaned. His pace was consistent, and the pressure built and twisted until her limbs shook with release.

Hades pressed kisses to the inside of her thighs, back up her stomach, her breasts, her neck before finding his way to her lips. He kissed her before standing.

“Where are you going?”

“Not far, wife,” Hades promised as he stepped out of his slacks. Her eyes scanned every part of his body. He was huge and imposing, the muscles of his arms, abs, and legs were cut and conditioned— his body a tool and weapon. Her gaze caught on his swollen cock and heavy balls.

“Tell me your thoughts,” he said.

Persephone shuddered as the words came from her mouth. “It doesn’t matter how often you are inside me. I can’t…it’s not enough.”

Hades chuckled and climbed on top of her again, settling between her legs, he pressed his body flush against hers.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you.”

She’d said the words so often, and meant them deeply, but this time, they brought tears to her eyes.

Tonight, they hit differently. Tonight, she felt as though she understood love in a way she never had never before—it was wild and free, passionate and desperate. It encompassed every emotion in its attempt to make sense of a world that challenged it.

“Are you well?” Hades asked, his voice a rough whisper.

Persephone nodded. “Yes. I am just thinking of how much I truly love you.”

Hades’ expression intensified, his gaze stripping away every layer of her soul and then he kissed her before lifting himself and guiding his head against her opening. She pressed her heels into his ass in an attempt to push him inside, but he resisted, chuckling, only to lift her legs so that they were propped against his shoulders, sliding inside her as his eyes held hers, hungry and carnal.

Persephone gasped—a guttural sound that scraped against her throat. Her fingers curled into fists, the bindings cutting into her wrists. The pleasure of his thrusts were deep and lush, each stroke unearthing a moan, a sigh, a wave of pleasure.