A Touch of Malice (Hades X Persephone #3)

by Scarlett St. Clair

Hades chuckled. “A loser’s claim.” “Careful, my lord—you may have won but I am responsible for the experience. You want it to be good, don’t you?”

Perhaps he had darker wishes—submission or bondage or roleplaying. She could barely breathe as she waited for him to speak—to instruct.

Then he stood, loosening his tie and cuff links. Persephone tilted her head back, gaze trailing the planes of his well-muscled physique. “Ten seconds,” he said.

IM SCTEAMING GNFJDNEND

“No. My fantasy is the chase. I am going to hunt you, and when I find you, I will bury myself so far inside you, the only thing you’ll be able to say is my name.”

His smile widened. “Oh, this will be much more fun with magic, darling.”

“Are you telling me you don’t wish to be caught?”

Once again, she found herself thinking of Hades as a father. She swallowed.

Persephone’s head fell back as she gasped, and Hades growled low in his throat. “Surrender.” Her head spun, surrounded by his scent. He had pulled away enough so she could see his face, and as she met his gaze, she answered. “No.” It was one of the most difficult things she’d ever done in her life. Then she vanished.

“My queen,” he said and started toward her. “Halt!” she commanded. To her surprise, Hades immediately obeyed, though it was clear he hadn’t wanted to—his hands fisted, and his jaw tightened, his shoulders tense. Before he could protest, though, she gave another command. “Undress.”

“And your hair,” she said. “Take it down.” He reached up, massive muscles flexing, as he untied his usually slicked-back hair. The long, dark locks fell around his shoulders in waves, making him look feral and untamed. It thrilled her.

because the way he looked at her was familiar, but when his dark eyes met hers, she felt like she might implode from the intensity.

Hades was the ultimate addiction. He was a glorious high, an intoxicating bliss she wanted all the time.

“I love you. You are perfection,” he said, squeezing her bottom where he still held her. “You are my lover. You are my queen.”

Hades chuckled, his arms tightening around her slick body. “Darling, every time I fuck you, it’s a fantasy.”

“Hades,” Persephone cut him off. “Do not diminish my fear of losing you. It’s just as valid.” His features softened. “I’m sorry.”

“Trust, darling, I will let no one—not king or god or mortal—stand in the way of making you my wife.”

Hermes laughed. “You think Hades is going to let you go to a sex club?” “I’ll make him come.” “I’m sure you will, Sephy, but not there.”

His stare lingered on her face before his head fell into the crook of her neck and his body shook against hers. She said nothing as she felt hot tears soak through her skin.

“I will build temples in honor of our love, and I will worship you until the end of the world. There is nothing I wouldn’t sacrifice for you.” He drew away to look at her, eyes like shimmering stars. “Do you understand that?”

“I will give you everything you ever wanted, even things you thought you would live without.”

When he started to thrust into her mouth, all she could do was receive, a vessel for his pleasure.

Hades sighed and rested his forehead against hers. “I wish that you were as selfish as me,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I think I gave you this fear when we met.” “No,” he said. “It was there before you, but it only mattered when I met you.”

“From what I understand, Hades, the storm is your fault. Couldn’t keep your dick out of Demeter’s daughter.”

“I will personally cut the thread of any god who dares to speak another word about Persephone.”

“If you return me to my mother, I will become a real issue,” Persephone said. “I will be the reason for your misery, for your despair, for your ruination. I promise you will taste my venom.”

Sephy: noun for being a bad ass bitch, yup

It was the last thing she wanted, but she felt as though these gods were seconds away from sending her back to her mother, and Persephone would not go. She would have Hades. She would have the world—one way or the other.

He silenced her with a kiss. It seared her lips and her mouth, and when he pulled away, he held her face. “You were wonderful,” he said. “Truly.” Her eyes watered. “I thought they would take me from you.” “Never,” he whispered, and he spoke the word over and over again like a prayer—a desperate plea—until she almost believed it.

Love

“I would like to tell you that I will protect you from everyone and everything,” he said. “And I would. I would keep you safe forever within the walls of my realm, but I know what you wish is to protect yourself.”

“I would think you could use your exceptional tracking abilities to locate my mother instead of insulting me.” Artemis’s lips flattened. “You have an insufferable mouth, goddess.”

She let her voice trail away as Aphrodite joined them. “Persephone,” she said and nodded to the others. “Everyone…else.”

Idk I like Aphrodite 😂

Lamia was the daughter of Poseidon and a queen. Her affair with Zeus led to Hera cursing her to lose any child she birthed, and eventually, she went mad, stealing babies from their mothers only to feast upon their flesh.

“And how will you punish them?” she asked, tilting her head to meet his gaze. Hades stared down at her. “Perhaps…you would like to decide?”

“You hold my heart in your hands, Persephone.” “And your cock too, apparently,” Hermes said.

“I am never ready for Olympus,” Hades said. “Do not leave my side.” She would have no problem with that—unless, of course, Hermes pulled her away.

“It seems I am not the only one who can’t help staring at you, my love,” she said. “I think the whole room is enthralled.” Hades chuckled. “Oh, my darling. They are staring at you.”

“I think I began to favor the color when Persephone wore it at the Olympian Gala.”

“Ignore him,” Hermes said. “He’s had too much ambrosia.” “Do not make excuses for him,” Hades said. “Poseidon is always an ass.”

There was a blur as Hades’s hand moved to grip Zeus by the neck. The whole room went silent. Hermes grasped Persephone’s arm, ready to pull her away the second these two went to battle. “What did you call my fiancée?” Hades asked.

“But you are at the wrong table.” “As long as I am with Persephone, I am right,” he replied.

“Do you think Aphrodite and Hephaestus will ever reconcile?” “We can all only hope. They are both completely unbearable.”

Hades filled his own to the brim. “What?” he asked when he noticed Persephone staring. “You are an alcoholic,” she said. “Functioning.” Persephone shook her head and sipped the ambrosia.

“Not so interested in exhibitionism?” she asked. “I cannot focus on you the way I wish and maintain the illusion,” he said as his fingers parted her hot flesh. Persephone moaned.

“So wet.” He hissed. “I could drink from you, but for now, I’ll settle with tasting.”

“I am certain I could persuade him,” she said. Hades frowned. “Careful, darling. I’m not opposed to castrating anyone you decide to tease.” “Jealous?” “Yes. Very.”

Once the blood was in the basin, Hades took her hand into his, drawing her finger into his mouth. “Hades!” She whispered his name, but when he released her hand, the cut was healed. “I do not wish to see you bleed.”

The god did not reply, but she knew there was no way she could understand how he truly felt, seeing her injured, even so small.

A marriage that will produce a power greater than Zeus himself.

“Then we take the child,” Hera said.

The fuck you will HERA

“I will bless this union,” Zeus said at last. “But if the goddess ever becomes pregnant, the infant must be terminated.”

If thatbday shall come it will be your demise