Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
He was rough, but not painfully so. It was more demanding, dominating, as if he were used to getting his way and there was no getting around that.
“Hades…” I gasped. “What are you—” My words lodged in my throat when he sat on the edge of my bed and pulled me over so I was draped across his lap.
He had a thick forearm braced on the center of my back, keeping me in place. I looked over my shoulder and parted my lips, the shock of how inappropriate this was filling me with unsurmountable rage.
And then he yanked down my sweats so my ass was in full view. I gasped, and our eyes locked. I watched as he lifted his hand.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I whispered, not caring that I used coarse language with him. I struggled, but he held me down easily, effortlessly.
His nostrils flared, his jaw muscles flexed, and while he held my gaze with his, he brought his hand down on my ass so hard and swiftly my back bowed and a cry ripped from my throat.
“I bet your daddy never did this to you, did he, Princess?”
I screamed out and thrashed, but he just spanked me again.
“This is what happens when you run that pretty little mouth of yours.”
He spanked my ass so hard I felt something shift in me, something dark and devious uncoil in my body.
Another smack. “You get my hand on this perfect ass.” His voice hardened, sounded rougher on that last word. “You need to learn to be a good girl.”
He delivered three more blows to both sides, my skin burning, my panties having inched inward, so they were now partially between the crease, the cheeks almost fully on display. I could only imagine how they looked, my skin painted red with his handprints.
“You’ll learn to obey, Persephone.” Slap. Slap. “You need to understand who calls the shots. Who makes the rules?” Slap. Slap.
I shifted on his lap, trying to get away, kicking out, clawing at his pant leg, but his arm was like a vise. He was just too strong.
Slap.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, and as I struggled against him, my breath caught as I felt the hard length of his erection digging into my hip.
Slap. Slap.
Something in me took a different turn. It still hurt, but the pain turned into something else. Darker and more consuming.
“Say it.” Hades panted, the air sawing in and out of him as he spanked me. “Tell me what I want to hear, like my good girl.”
I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out of me. I closed my eyes, lifting my ass to accept his next hit.
I felt the subtle surprise in him by the way his body tensed under mine, but it only lasted a millisecond before he cursed, “Jesus Christ,” and spanked me again.
Air wheezed out of me, and perspiration dotted my brow. I didn’t know what had come over me as I kept lifting my ass higher just as he brought his palm down.
His fingertips brushed between my thighs. I sucked in a sharp breath at how inappropriately wicked this whole situation was.
This had started as some weird punishment situation, but now it was shifting into something erotic and wrong and spiraling so out of control there was no stopping it.
“I’m going to listen.” Torn words came from me at the same time as Hades groaned and stilled. I looked over my shoulder, unable to catch my breath. He was staring at my ass, this crease between his brows, his lips tightening, his jaw clenched.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned.
He looked over at me, snapping out of his haze, his forehead furrowing even further.
He didn’t speak, didn’t comment on what I’d just said. Instead, I felt his fingers move further between my thighs, stroking me through my panties.
He pressed the material against me, and I moaned, spreading my thighs a bit more, knowing he could feel how wet I was. I knew the material was soaked clean through.
I’d never been so wet in my life.
And then he was lifting me off his lap and tossing me onto the bed. I bounced twice before I rolled over, pushing myself up and bracing my upper body on my elbows.
He ran a hand through his short, dark hair, and a deep, primal sound left him.
With one last look in my direction and a scowl on his face, like I pissed him off, he turned and left, slamming my bedroom door shut and leaving me wondering what in the hell had just happened.
Chapter 7
Hades
I had to stay away from her. So I’d done just that.
All I could think about was having her over my lap and spanking that perfect ass. What I hadn’t expected was for her to enjoy it. The punishment had been because she had a smart fucking mouth on her. Persephone needed to know I was the one in charge. I called the shots, made the rules.