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She wanted my help. Needed it. And I had been unable to deny her.
“If you can’t be trusted to take care of your body, then I’m going to do it for you.”
Persephone is a pretty present—a pretty captive—and I’m the scary fucker who will cut down anyone who tries to take her from me.
I don’t think my little siren will physically attack someone, let alone one of the Thirteen, but I didn’t expect her to cut Eros down so efficiently, either. She’s full of surprises, which shouldn’t delight me nearly as much as it does.
I loveeee his nickname for her
The woman says she wants to paint me, but she’s the artwork, the very picture of the siren I’ve named her. I’m starting to think I would gladly drown for this woman.
He frowns harder. “Persephone, if I wasn’t ready to give you whatever you need, I wouldn’t have asked.”
“Do you think there’s anything I wouldn’t give you while you’re mine? Fucking anything, little siren.”
The way you, little siren, are mine.” “If I’m yours…” And I am. I undoubtedly am. I can’t catch my breath, can barely get the next words out. “Then you’re mine, too.” “Yes.” His rough voice in my ear. “Fuck, yes, I’m yours.”
I’m rapidly reaching the point where I’d cut my chest open and dig my heart out just so I can present it to her.
The yearninggggg
“We’re buying three dogs.” He pushes easily to his feet, the pup still cradled in his arms. “You should know by now that I can’t say no to you, Persephone. You turn those big hazel eyes on me, and I’m putty in your hands.”
“Now you’re just teasing me.” But she’s smiling as if my compliments make her happy. I have to rein in the impulse to promise to compliment her every day if it puts that expression on her face.
“If we were different people in different circumstances, I would get down on my knees and beg you to stay at the end of the winter. I would move heaven and earth and the Underworld itself to keep you with me.”
I offer my arm to Persephone and she lays her hand on my forearm, as graceful and regal as the queen I named her earlier. As we walk through the halls toward the basement room, I allow myself to picture what it might be like if this didn’t have an expiration date. If she ruled at my side, a dark queen to my king of the lower city.
This woman doesn’t deserve to be on her knees. She deserves to be worshipped. She deserves to be on the throne as my equal.
Even with her makeup less than perfect, there’s no denying the power vibrating from every cell of her being. I thought she looked like a queen before, but I was fucking wrong. She’s a goddamn goddess.
He looks at me like he’s never seen me before, like I’m the powerful one in this equation and he truly is paying tribute to someone above his station.
“You’ve ruined me, Persephone. Forgive the fuck out of me if I want to return the favor.”
In that moment, I’d do it again a hundred times. No matter the cost. It’s all worth it for her. Fucking anything for her.
“Can you hold me? Just for a few minutes?” Just like that, the cold in his expression thaws. Hades holds out his arms. “As long as you need.”
