Learn My Lesson (Wicked Villains, #2)

by Katee Robert

There was a time when I’d happily dance to any tune he set, wanting to please him for the sure happiness he shone down on me in those perfect moments. Now our love is more cruel edges and the kind of cut that one doesn’t even notice until hours later.

“I’m going to pick a person in this restaurant… and you’re going to fuck them.”

He is so handsome, his face the subject of so many more good memories than bad, I can almost pretend that nothing has changed.

He grips my hips and gives a few experimental thrusts, testing me. If only he knew. I shove back against each one, until he’s so deep, I’m half sure I can feel his cock in the back of my throat. “Yes.”

Some days I think she hates me more than she loves me, but she is one of the few constants in my life. We were made for each other, two twisted trees that grew to lean on each other to the point where they won’t survive alone.

It’s not the craving for this lifestyle that makes me doubt myself, though. It’s the craving for him.

Wanting the man who manipulated and trapped me is the height of idiocy. He didn’t pick me by random; his cruelty is too calculated for that.

Fucking me just shy of violently.

I’m too old, too set in my ways. I can’t bend for anyone. Even her.

Ass

Promises aren’t worth the air it takes to voice them. I’ve learned that lesson time and time again.

Hades is always so controlled and restrained. It’s sexy as fuck. I won’t even lie and pretend it’s not. But he doesn’t look controlled or restrained right now. He holds Meg in place with a hand spread across her lower stomach and he’s going after her pussy like he’ll never get another chance to taste her again. Like he craves her coming on his face the same way he craves his next breath.

“What can I say? I have a bit of a sadistic streak when I’m inspired, and you, my dear Hercules, inspire the fuck out of me.”