A Game of Gods (Hades Saga, #3)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“The gods withhold,” he said, his lips grazing her ear as he spoke. “We give. The gods hinder,” he said, hiking her skirt up. “We assist. The gods destroy,” he said, touching her between her legs. “We mend.” She moaned as his fingers slid through her heat. It was all he needed to know, that she was wet enough for his cock. He pushed her forward, pulling one hand behind her back. He let his hand smooth over her ass and then spanked her before kicking her feet apart and shoving inside her. “Yes, fuck!” She gasped and met him thrust for thrust, as if she yearned for something harder and darker. He twisted her hair around his hand and pulled. She cried out but followed his command, arching her back as he moved, keeping one hand planted on the rail. She did not move to kiss him, did not try to be anything more than a vessel, and when he felt his balls tighten and a rush surge up his cock, he pulled out, his come spraying across her ass and down the backs of her thighs. He restored his appearance as she turned to face him, her eyes darkened with lust. “I’ll write the story you wish to tell,” said Helen. “But I want a ride to the top.” “Your boss is the future wife of Hades,” he said. She raised a brow. “If Persephone will not agree to publish my story, I will go elsewhere.” He took a step closer, letting his thumb brush over her lips. He licked his own as he did. “Next time, I will come in this mouth,” he said and then took a step away. Before he left her, he paused. “Be sure yo...