The Good Side of Wrong – Blurred Lines Read Online Jenika Snow

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“This is where you belong.”

I could smell him all around me. In this room, on my skin. It helped pull me into that strange darkness I didn’t want to leave.

And with those thoughts, my eyes drifted closed on their own, and I sighed in contentment.

And just before sleep took over, I heard Hades rumble in his deep voice.

“I’ve never felt anything more right than seeing you like this. In my bed.”

I was good and screwed where Hades was concerned.

Chapter 18

Hades

I stood at the side of the bed, staring down at Persephone. She was so tiny on my mattress, her dark hair fanned out over the white sheets.

She looked fucking perfect. The urge to crawl in next to her was strong, to envelop her in my arms and bury my face in her neck as I inhaled deeply, and was riding me so hard I had to curl my fingers tightly into fists to stop myself from doing just that.

I’d taken control of her tonight, made it so she didn’t have to think. She only had to feel. I’d seen her unravel right before my eyes, the events of the night with that piece of shit Trevor and the situation with losing her parents finally boiling over until she couldn’t control it anymore.

I’d done a good job of putting up a wall around me my entire life. I wanted to break down those bricks, rip them away with my bare hands until I was a bleeding, broken mass in front of her.

My heart was pounding steadily, and I lifted my palm and placed it over the center of my chest. It always beat an even tempo that pumped blood through my veins and kept me living. But I’d never actually been alive, never felt as if there was something more for me.

Until I looked into her eyes, heard her beg and plead for more… as I watched her come for me when I stuffed her full.

I was wrong for her in every single way, a cancerous tumor that would grow until it eventually killed her.

But I was so fucking selfish I couldn’t let her go. She made me feel too good. And having her all to myself rode me harder than the revenge I’d let fester in my heart for so long.

But I’d wanted my vengeance for so long. How could I get rid of this aching feeling of getting back at Zachariah? He was rotting in the ground. That should’ve been enough. But was it? I reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead.

She shifted slightly, turning her head in my direction as if she sought more of my touch. Her lips parted, and she softly sighed. I could smell the sweet scent that surrounded her. It was now mixed with mine. I’d marked her, and there was no going back.

“Me without you makes no fucking sense,” I said into the darkness. I curled my hands into fists, my blunt nails digging into my palms until I felt the sting of pain. It snapped me back into focus.

I silently slipped out of the room and headed down the hall, everything dark and still. Quiet. When I entered Michael’s room, he was already awake, staring at me as if he sensed my presence.

I was the reaper coming to gloat, to let my icy fingers skate over his decaying, decrepit body. I dragged the chair over to his bedside like I’d done so many times. I sat down and leaned forward, resting my elbows on my thighs.

I wished I had a father, mother, or even a brother to talk to—to unburden myself of my worries and fears. To talk about my hopes and dreams and all the things I wanted in life. But I had gotten none of that shit.

And I didn’t want it now.

“I fucked your precious granddaughter tonight, Father. I made her bleed as I took her virginity.” I should’ve felt like a vile motherfucker talking about Persephone this way, divulging the most intimate aspects of her first experience, but the sick and twisted part of me got off on it.

Not to mention, I liked the fury reflected in Michael’s gaze. He’d only been my father for legal intents and purposes. I leaned back just as I saw Michael’s nostrils flare. He was pissed, the old bastard.

“What do you think Zachariah would do if he knew I defiled his little Persephone?”

Just thinking about her made me hard, and I shifted in the chair, wanting nothing more than to go back to my room and take her again.

I stood and moved the chair back to where it was, making sure Michael could see it, so he was reminded of me and that I would return.

I gave him a slow, shark-like grin, and left his room, one destination in mind.


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