A Game of Retribution (Hades Saga, #2)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“Actually, I’m afraid I must make a few demands,” she said, lifting herself and guiding him into her body with a pleasurable sigh. Hades could no longer stand not touching her. His hands dug into her thighs. He’d give her anything if she just kept moving. “Yes?” he hissed. “I don’t want to be placed in a suite on the other side of the palace, ever.” Never, Hades thought as she slammed down on him. “Not to get ready for balls. Not when you are angry with me. Not ever.” He closed his eyes for a few seconds, gathering thoughts that were so scattered, he could barely string a sentence together. “I thought you would want privacy,” he managed to grit out. She paused, and Hades opened his eyes to find her bent over, lips hovering just over his. He took the opportunity to lift his knees, settling into her just a little more. “Fuck privacy. I needed you, needed to know you still wanted me despite…everything.” He drew her to him, and as their lips met, he rolled, pinning her beneath him. He resettled himself inside her but did not move, laughing when Persephone wiggled in an attempt to make him. She glared, but her expression softened as he spoke. “I will always want you, and I would have welcomed you to my bed any night.” “I didn’t know,” she whispered. He touched her lips, parting them beneath his touch. “Now you do.”