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Much to my mother’s dismay, I thought the entire idea of being a man’s breeding toy was totally fucked.
She’d wanted me to be her perfect daughter, one pure and above reproach. So, naturally, I had done everything possible to rage against the destiny she’d crafted for me. Which was how I found myself in the middle of a field, fucking a stableboy whose name I couldn’t remember.
Life was harsh. Every day wasn’t guaranteed. Other witches like me realized we’d probably be dead long before we felt true magic. But marriage? I’d rather take my chances in The Underworld.
She might chip away at my body, force me to scream and cry, but I’d never let her see how wounded my soul was.
“Once you bind yourself to me, we can play every day.”
ew you’re disgusting and i hope you die first
But he couldn’t hide his past from me—couldn’t erase the black haze of his soul from what he’d done to the first girl who’d trusted him to keep her safe. For that, for every second he’d lived unencumbered by guilt while that girl lived haunted by his touch, I’d make him pay.
A brow quirked as his sharp gaze looked over the mess I’d created. “What did that poor bastard do?” “He slept with my wife.”
“When my little witch finally reveals herself, I plan on showing her who she belongs to.”
Gods did I want to roll around in it, to forget every horrible thing that had happened in the last twenty-four hours and just lose myself to that gorgeous man.
Every piece of him was perfection, as if an artist had glimpsed inside my mind and crafted him just for me.
Why was it always the murderous ones that turned me on?
“And what am I meant to be?”
“Queen of The Underworld.”
She’d called me a demon, as if I were little more than a common errand boy, but I was the beast she feared, the one who would lay claim to her in every way.
“Just because something is small does not mean it’s insignificant.”
“A demon like me enjoys the chase. And you’re not ready for what happens when I catch you.”
gods did I want nothing more than to have a taste of her sweet lips.
I was almost too exhausted to remember why I hated him.
“Not all of us can fall from a bridge over a boiling river of blood and fire and look as perfect as you.”
“You think I’m perfect?”
“I was being sarcastic,”
“Sarcasm isn’t your strong suit, little witch. It sounds far too close to flattery.”
Despite the years of verbal abuse that had spiraled into physical abuse, the endless hours of neglect, even gifting me to Cyrus as if I were nothing more than an animal to trade and barter, could some small part of her actually care about me?
girl she’s afraid of what you can do, she does NOT care about you. she’s terrified of you.
“I plan on fucking you into oblivion, little witch. Over and over until you can’t tell when one orgasm ends and the next begins. Until you understand that all of you—your mind, body, and your beautiful fucking soul—belong to me.”
She had invaded every cell in my body, branding me as hers forever, and I intend to do the same.
“I want you to watch as your demon makes you come.”
I would beg if he wanted me to, but we both knew I wasn’t the only desperate one.
Gods, I must be fucking crazy putting my life at the mercy of a demon. But I’d never felt more alive.
If this was what sinning got me, if this was the hell others warned of, I would gladly burn for eternity.
“You’ve always been powerful, Persephone. The fates have deemed it so. You’re the promised one meant to save our worlds. A child of earth. The bringer of life. You are Persephone, The Destroyer. You were always meant to be feared.”
“The only magic I’ve displayed was when your fingers were inside of me.” Aidoneus’s lips quirked in a cocky grin as my cheeks heated. “That was a beautiful start to our adventures together, but your power far outshines the boundaries of release magic.”
“You stabbed me,” he seethed. “Well, you kidnapped me,” I growled, fists clenching. “I’d say we’re even.”
“This wasn’t some corner of hell, Hades. This was in Elysian. In paradise—” “And I would watch it burn a thousand times over to know you were safe.”
“Give me your anger, little witch. Glare at me with hatred and fury, with infinite loathing. I’ll take it all, every scowl. Every curse. So long as you live.”
“Let me worship you forever.”
“The world above may burn. The realms could splinter and fall, and still my soul would find yours. In each life. In every rebirth. Until the end of time, I will love you.”
As the ruler of The Underworld, there was always something I needed to do. A personification I needed to embody for my siblings or my people. Punishing, harsh, benevolent. It had been centuries since there had been anything other than duty and obligation. Until Persephone. She bathed my reality in light. In life. But it was so much more than her magic. It was her. Her goodness. Her hope. I had been existing in a bland sheet of gray, but Persephone saw the world in vivid shades of color.
“You already own all of me, Hades,” she breathed, dropping her knees to open herself further. “Now, show me what it means to be fucked by a god.”
Cyrus was a green witch who’d grown powerful by murdering other witches with Demeter’s help, but no amount of magic would grow him a spine.
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“I know I don’t deserve you,” I breathed. “But I will spend every moment of my immortal life striving to be worthy.”
