Neon Gods (Dark Olympus #1)(50)

“No going back if you do this. If you ride my cock with them watching, they’ll really believe you’re mine.”

The words feel serious, full of layers I can’t delve into with my body practically weeping with need for him. Tomorrow. I’ll figure it all out tomorrow. “Yes, you’ve said that.” I’m suddenly afraid that he’s going to change his mind. I suspect there will be an orgasm for me either way, but I want his cock inside me too much to play fair. I lean down until my lips brush the shell of his ear. “Take what’s yours, Hades. I want you to.”

“You aren’t a princess. You’re a fucking siren.” He yanks me forward and then he’s inside me. I can barely breathe as he drags me down his cock, filling me almost uncomfortably full.

“Oh, gods.”

“They have nothing to do with it.” He looks furious and turned on and yet he’s still nowhere near as rough as I suddenly need him to be. “This is what you wanted, little siren. My cock inside you.” Just like that, he releases me and drapes his arms over the chair, looking every inch the indulgent king. “Ride me, Persephone. Use me to make yourself come.”

Shock stills me. Having sex in front of a roomful of people is one thing when he’s right there with me, but he’s forcibly putting distance between us even if he hasn’t moved an inch. Suddenly, I’m the one on display, rather than us being on display.

I…like it.

Not a single person can watch this scene and think that I’m anything but an enthusiastic participant. Hades has to know that, has to know how much that will matter. Fucking him here, like this, is as good as screaming to all of Olympus that I truly am his.

I slide my hands up his chest, wishing I was feeling skin instead of his shirt. Another time. And there will be other times. I grip his shoulders and begin to move. No matter how frantic my pulse beats through me, I want this to last.

Because it’s a show, yes, but more importantly, because it’s our first time. I don’t want this to end too soon.

I ride him slowly, working myself up and down his cock, winding my pleasure higher and higher. It’s not enough and yet is too much at the same time. More. I need more. Endlessly more.

As much as I want to close the distance and kiss Hades again, the way he’s watching me is too intoxicating. His gaze travels over my body in a sweep I can almost feel against my skin. Drinking in the sight of me fucking him even as his hands clench the arms of the chair. He might have the cold mask in place, but he’s fighting not to touch me.

I hold his gaze and lean back, bracing my hands on his thighs and arching my back, putting my breasts on display. A distant part of me is aware that I’m putting on a show for more than him, but right now, he’s the only one I care about. “See something you like?”

“A mouthy brat.”

My orgasm dances closer. I feel like Hades and I are playing a game of chicken, barreling toward each other to see who will bend first. I’ve always, always bent in the past. With my family, with the Thirteen, with everything. Bend so they don’t break me, keeping my eyes on the horizon.

I won’t do it now. I refuse.

I bite my bottom lip and slow down further, circling my hips in tiny, agonizingly good rotations. “Hades.”

“Mmmm?”

My breathing hitches and he watches my breasts rise and fall with the move. It takes me two tries to find the words. “You have a threat to follow through on.”

“Do I?” He arches that damn eyebrow. “Feel free to remind me.”

“You said you’d make me come, loud and messy, right in front of everyone.” I can’t quite dredge up my normal sunshine smile. “That you’d take me in a way that shows everyone here that I’m yours.”

His body tenses beneath me. “I did, didn’t I?” He has me up and off his cock before I register his movement. I don’t get a chance to protest before Hades turns me around and guides me down onto him again. With my legs on either side of his thighs, I’m facing the room and spread wide open. His hand is at my throat again, thumb stroking the sensitive skin as his voice growls in my ear. “Would hate for them to miss the rest of the show.”

On the dais, the man has the woman facedown on the ground, tied and helpless, as he fucks her from behind. The blissful expression on her pretty face is matched only by the look of utter concentration on his. It’s sexy as hell.

But most of the people I can make out are turned our way. They’re watching me fucking Hades, watching him touch me as he drives my pleasure higher.

Hades skates his hand down my stomach and lightly circles my clit. “Don’t stop. Take what you need.”

My exhale comes out almost like a sob. It’s a little harder to ride him like this, but I make do. Every move has his fingers sliding against my clit, but he’s forcing me to do all the work. In this position, there’s no ignoring how many people are watching us. The attention only makes me hotter, more desperate. “Hades, please.”

“Don’t beg me for it. Take it.”

I’m having an out-of-body experience and yet I’m suddenly sure I can feel every single nerve ending individually. His strength at my back, his arms anchoring me in place as I fuck him, the attention of so many people… It’s all creating an experience unlike any I’ve had before. I brace my hands on the chair and roll my body, riding his cock, rubbing my clit against his fingers. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter through me, so intense I have to close my eyes. A held breath, a feeling of being tipped over the edge, and then I’m coming harder than I ever have before. Words pour out of my mouth, but I’m too overwhelmed to understand what I’m saying. All I know is that I never want this to stop.