Promises and Pomegranates (Monsters & Muses, #1)

by Sav R. Miller

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 she asked me to be her first.

“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?”

“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.