Promises and Pomegranates (Monsters & Muses, #1)

by Sav R. Miller

I learned I quite enjoy the taste of brutality on my tongue.

Love the way it blossoms like a flower springing from the earth, igniting a compulsion like no other.

Until Elena.

The most forbidden of fruits.

Persephone to my Hades, as some used to call me. Springtime in a world rife wit...

A woman I scorned until I found myself blinded by...

Until I tasted her—the dewy essence of her supple skin, the tang of her arousal glistening on her own fingertips, the salt of her tears as I shat...

Surrendered her soul under the guise of choice. And though I left the way Death usually does—silently, before dawn—it was never my intention not to return and collect.

It’s almost painful, this kiss. Painful in the way being with Kal has so far proven to be—a sharp, sudden ache that feels like being torn open and ripped apart, but your body craves the sensation. Like you need it to survive.

Her leggings cover the K carved into the inside of her thigh, and my cock twitches at the memory of putting it there.

How she preened as the blade drew against her sensitive flesh, back bowing, pussy cresting around another orgasm. The way her blood tasted as it dripped down her pale skin and how I lapped at its coppery essence like a man dying of thirst.

And I was. Dying to drink her, to consume the young virgin the way she had me since the night s...

How I’d drag her to the depths of hell but convince her she’d gone to heaven, using my tongue to write wordless poetry on her sensitive, swollen flesh.

“Every time I close my eyes, I see you. Spread out and bleeding beneath me, your sweet little pussy weeping, just waiting to get fucked.”

“Would that prove to you that this marriage is real?” he asks, his thumb smoothing back and forth over my mangled flesh. “If I took you again? Was the first taste of ruin not enough for you? Do you still crave my darkness, little one?”

If Elena is even half as divine as the fruit in the Garden of Eden, I absolutely understand Eve’s surrender.

“You’re going nowhere, my little Persephone. I didn’t bring you back to my island just so you could leave, and I’m certainly not relieving you of your sentence. You’ll serve it at my goddamn side as the queen of my little Underworld, and all your family will ever be able to do is watch.”

Maybe Hades was lonely too, and he brought Persephone to his realm because he knew she’d bring the light with her.

Before the night we shared together, it’d been years since I’d been with anyone else. After a bit of a chaotic phase, I threw myself into work and tried to establish a relationship with my sister, denying myself the basic carnal pleasures in life.

Until last Christmas, I hadn’t known that anything was missing.

Didn’t realize that I was practically living without one of my limbs, trying to navigate life ...

But it wasn’t sex itself that I felt like drowning without. I...

“What do I make you feel?”

“Alive,” he growls, diving back in to get the meal he dropped to his knees for. “You. Make. Me. Feel. Alive.” As he works me over, impaling me on his fingers and massaging with his tongue, my pussy quivers, threatening to explode. “You there? Come for me, wife. Show me how crazy I make you.”

Heart in my throat, pulsing until I can feel nothing else, I take the drink from his hand and sip. As the sweet liquid glides down, cooling me where his gaze makes me warm, I know.

In the pit of my stomach, in the fabric of my soul, I know.

I’m in love with my...

My soulmate. My fucking queen.

My little Persephone.

“You’re crazy,” he says, pulling back. “Hope you liked being my captive before, because you’re damn sure not going anywhere now.”

“So no annulment?” “Absolutely fucking not.”

Setting it on the nightstand, I perch on the mattress beside her sleeping form, running my hand over her side like I have repeatedly since last night, just reminding myself that she’s real.

That she came back to me. The beast’s beauty. Hades and Persephone.

My version is a little different, a little skewed and bloody and downright agonizing at times, but the result remains the same.

She’s here to stay, and the darkness inside me starts to feel a little less heavy.

Because that’s what happiness is. The people you find along the way who make life a little more bearable. And once you find them, you don’t let them go.