Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #2)

by H.D. Carlton

My voice is deadly calm as I say, “I swear to everything that is holy, I will destroy you if you touched my girl.”

“You don’t want to get in a swordfight with me, Patrick. I promise I’ll win,” I deadpan, glancing down between his legs.

But I'm not their little mouse, and they are not Zade. And I will never succumb to them.

I’m coming home with my little mouse tonight. And then? We’re going to burn down the world together.

The hatch creaks open, and vomit rises up my throat. I’m on the verge of fainting, until I see his face. My eyes widen further, the fear quickly replaced with disbelief. One blue eye so light, it’s nearly white, with a wicked scar slashing straight down through it. And one brown eye so dark, it appears obsidian. I can still see his features clearly, even with the black hood drawn over his head. And right now, utter relief is staring right back at me. “Zade?” “Fuck, baby, stay right there. Don’t you fucking move.”

“I’m here, little mouse, I’m here,” he chants.

“Hey, Zade?” “Yeah, baby?” “Thank you.”

Just when I think I can’t fall in love with him any more than I already have, he goes and does this shit.

“Our mouths are touching the same spot,” she says shakily. “Does that count as kissing?” “You tell me, little mouse. When I make you cry out for God, does that count as praying?”

Instantly, I relax. Zade may be Hades, but the dark God has never been known to bow for anyone but his woman.

I tighten the handcuffs around his wrists, inhaling sharply when he turns again and stands before me. Persephone imprisoning Hades—it’s too sweet not to salivate over.

cry out when I’m slammed onto the bed, stiff fingers digging into my neck as he fits himself between my legs and hikes one high on his hip. Without further warning, he drives himself inside of me until there’s nothing left of him to give. “Say it again,” he demands. “I want you to look me in my fucking eyes and say it again.” He slams into me once more, wringing a sob from my throat. My throat dries, the words coming up like dry bread. But I stare into his wild eyes, finding an entire universe within, and say, “I love you. And you’ve taken everything from me.”