A Game of Retribution (Hades Saga, #2)

by Scarlett St. Clair

Her body was a bowstring pulled taut, and Hades was desperate to feast, but his chase was hindered by a knock at the door. Persephone tensed, and a wave of frustration roared through him. “Ignore it,” he snapped, glancing up at her from where he still knelt, unceasing as he continued his work. His face grew hot, ears ringing as he pushed Persephone toward the edge, preparing to wring every bit of pleasure from her body, and in the aftermath, he would pour his own into her. It was just as much a cycle of life and death—a give and take—one he would never bargain away. The knocking sounded again. “Lord Hades?” “Go. Away.” Another word from the other side of the door, and he would send whoever it was to Tartarus. “It’s important, Hades.” Fuck. He recognized the voice now—Ilias. He straightened completely, and Persephone followed. “A moment, my darling.” He tried to keep his frustration at bay, but it was difficult given the nature of this interruption, made worse by Persephone’s roving eyes, which lifted from his hard cock to meet his gaze. “You won’t hurt him, will you?” Her voice was low and silky, urging him to return. “Not too terribly,” he said, though he was already weighing options. He stepped away, gaze lingering on her flushed skin, the evidence of how hard he’d chased her orgasm, and slipped outside to find Ilias waiting. “This better be important,” Hades hissed, “or I will send you to Tartarus—a year for every word you speak. Choose carefully.” Ilias did not seem fa...