A Game of Retribution (Hades Saga, #2)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“Hades,” Dionysus said in acknowledgment, and as he nodded, the gold coiled in his hair glinted in the light. “Dionysus.” “Excuse the display,” he said. “Just making sure everything is in working order, given I have been plagued with dreams of castration.” “How unfortunate,” Hades commented. He shrugged. “I quite like the pain.” Of course he would, Hades thought. “I’ve been expecting you,” Dionysus said with no hitch in his voice despite the woman’s vigorous work between his legs. Hades was not surprised. “You’ve been busy, from what I hear.” “What have you heard?” Hades only waited a beat before responding. “A lot,” he replied. “From which you have made a lot of assumptions.” Hades raised a brow. “I do not assume,” he said, though there was an element of guilt that accompanied those words as he recalled how much he assumed when it came to Persephone. “Isn’t that why you’re here?” “Look who’s assuming,” Hades replied. “And here I thought to give you the space to explain yourself.” That was the first comment to break Dionysus’s cool facade. His eyes narrowed slightly, his fingers curled, then he sat up and his gaze fell to the girl, still valiantly engaged in her task. “Leave,” he commanded. She looked up at him and obeyed, allowing his cock to slide from her mouth. She rose, using his knees for support, and left. “I would apologize,” Hades said, “but it does not appear she was able to hold much of your…attention.” Dionysus’s lips flattened, and he stood to restore his appe...