Anarchy (Hades, #2)

by Tate James

"Jesus," I hissed when my cunt throbbed in response to his touch. Cass let out a low, dark chuckle. "Nah, just a Saint." "Oh my god," I groaned, pushing back from his grip to glare at him. "You did not just dad-joke me while fingering my pussy. Fucking hell, Cass."

I tilted my chin up, stubborn as fuck. "I can, Zed, and I will. I won't lose my best friend over this. I won't ruin what we've got by mixing sex into the equation." He groaned, stepping closer again, and cupped my face in his hand. "It's already ruined, Dare." His voice was husky and raw. Honest. "I can't ignore the way I feel about you, and in case you missed the point here, let me spell it out. I don't love you. I'm in love with you. No amount of hard-headed denial will change that. Neither will the added complications in the kitchen right now."

I love you.

"Well, this was entertaining," he commented, wiping his bloody fingers on his shirt as he straightened up once more. "One down, two to go."

I love you, Red. And if it takes me another five years to make you see that, for you to forgive my insane behavior, then so be it. I'm not going anywhere, and I'm not giving up.