5. YOU ARE MINE

VIOLET

Hades didn’t stop fucking me even as the security complaints turned into furious pounding on the door. His hips snapped forward with relentless force, driving that massive cock deeper into my sore, abused pussy while the counter beneath my ass creaked in protest. I tried to muffle my voice by biting down hard on my bottom lip until I tasted blood, but it was impossible. The pleasure was too sharp, too overwhelming. He gripped my thighs wide open, spreading me obscenely as he thrust harder, each brutal stroke forcing broken whimpers and moans out of me no matter how hard I fought to stay quiet.

“Eyes on me, princess,” he ordered, his voice a low, commanding growl when I tried to squeeze my eyes shut to escape the intensity of his stare.

I obeyed, locking my gaze on his. Feral hunger blazed in those icy blue eyes, raw and possessive, like he was branding me with every punishing thrust. I was shaking, falling apart, completely at his mercy, and he knew it.

He closed the last bit of distance between us, capturing my lips in a devastating kiss that swallowed every whimper and cry as drove in one final, soul-shattering thrust.

His teeth sank into my shoulder—hard enough to leave a mark I knew I’d feel for days. He groaned against my skin, deep and primal, as his cock pulsed hot and thick inside me, flooding me with pulse after pulse of his cum.

I came one last time right along with him, my pussy clenching and fluttering around him like it never wanted to let go, milking every drop as my whole body shook uncontrollably. We stayed frozen like that for a long moment, both of us panting, his forehead pressed to mine, our breaths mingling in the charged air.

The security pounded again, even more insistent.

"This is your final warning! Open the door!”

Hades stayed buried deep for one possessive second longer, like he was daring them to break the door down. Then, finally, he pulled out slowly. I whimpered at the devastating loss, my sore pussy fluttering around nothing as his warm cum immediately began leaking out of me. I felt so empty, so used, and somehow still so desperate for more. My legs shook violently; I wasn’t sure they would hold me.

When he stepped back, he calmly tucked himself away and zipped up his pants with the same smooth control as if he hadn’t just fucked me like a possessed man. His suit was barely rumpled. His hair was only slightly mussed. He looked composed. Dangerous. Untouchable.

Meanwhile, I was a wreck—dress torn open at the front, breasts still spilling free, hair wild, thighs slick with his release. How the hell was I supposed to walk out of here looking like this?

Hades reached down and picked up my discarded bra from the floor. His eyes lingered on my bare breasts for a long moment, dark hunger flashing across his face again, like he wanted to devour them all over. But instead of acting on it, he helped me slip the bra back on with surprising gentleness, his large hands brushing against my skin in a way that sent fresh shivers through me.

He lifted me down from the counter, setting me carefully on my feet. My knees buckled instantly, but he caught me, steadying me against his broad chest. Then he shrugged out of his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders. His rich, masculine scent—cedar, spice, and something darkly intoxicating—enveloped me instantly. It covered the torn ruin of my dress completely, wrapping me in his warmth.

“Better,” he murmured, voice low and rough with lingering satisfaction. His fingers brushed my jaw, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “Can’t have you walking around looking like I just destroyed you… even though I did.”

A wicked smirk curved his lips. Heat flooded my cheeks.

As I tried to steady myself, he bent down and retrieved my torn lace panties from the floor. I reached for them instinctively, but he folded the delicate scrap and slipped it into his pocket.

“Those are mine now,” he said, the smirk deepening.

“Give them back,” I demanded, my voice hoarse and raspy from screaming his name. “Please. I can’t board a plane like this.”

He stepped closer, crowding me against the counter. His lips brushed the shell of my ear, sending a fresh shiver racing down my spine.

“You can and you will, princess.” His breath was hot against my skin. “You’re going to sit on that flight for hours feeling my cum slowly leaking out of your well-fucked little pussy. Every shift, every drip down your thighs… you’ll remember exactly who fucked you properly. Who made you scream and forget that pathetic boy who never deserved you.”

My face burned with humiliation and fresh, unwanted arousal. This man had absolutely no shame.

He had just fucked and now he was sending me out into the world dripping with evidence of what we had done. And the worst part? A dark, secret part of me loved it. I hated myself for how much I loved it.

“Take care of yourself, princess,” he said softly, almost tenderly, as if he hadn’t just upended my entire existence.

With that, he turned and opened the door with complete, unshakable calm.

The security guard waiting outside froze, his eyes widening in pure terror the moment they landed on Hades.

“M-Mr. Hades, sir,” the man stammered, stumbling back a step. “I’m so sorry. We didn’t know it was you. We had complaints about the… noise. Please forgive the interruption.”

I watched in stunned silence as the grown man practically groveled before the person who had caused the disturbance. Not the other way around.

Hades slipped several hundred-dollar bills into the guard’s hand.

The guard nodded frantically, clutching the cash like it was a lifeline. “Thank you, sir. Thank you.”

Hades walked out without looking back, leaving me standing there in the restroom.

Holy shit.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I had flown to Chicago to surprise the man I loved, only to have my heart shattered. Now, barely an hour later, I had begged a mafia boss — the king of the underworld — to fuck me senseless in a men’s restroom. Without protection. And now his cum was literally dripping down my thighs while I had no underwear because he had ripped mine off and pocketed them like a trophy. What the hell had I done?

My heart pounded with a terrifying mix of fear and lingering arousal. He was mafia. The king of the underworld. The kind of man who could own people, ruin lives, and make them disappear. Part of me worried I had just stepped into a world I wouldn’t be able to escape if he decided to claim me. Yet even as that terror settled in my chest, I hated myself for the way my body still throbbed with want for him. My succubus hunger had led me straight into the arms of the devil, and some twisted part of me didn’t regret it.

I quickly grabbed my purse and phone from the floor, avoiding the security guard’s eyes, and rushed out on shaking legs. I was painfully aware of every warm, sticky drop of his cum sliding down my skin. A few men lingering nearby shot me strange, speculative glances, clearly suspecting I was the woman who had been screaming. I pulled my long hair forward to hide my flushed face and hurried toward my gate, hating Hades for the public humiliation even as my core still pulsed with the memory of the best sex of my life.

Fresh panic surged through me when I checked the time. Had I missed my flight? The idea of being stuck here any longer, dripping with a mafia boss’s cum and wearing his jacket like some conquered prize, made my stomach twist.

When I finally reached the gate, the airline worker smiled brightly at me. “Miss Violet? There’s been a change — you’ve been upgraded to first class, courtesy of a generous gentleman. Enjoy the flight.”

I knew instantly it was Hades. Annoyance flared through me. He had just left me standing there in the restroom like some disposable toy, and now he was upgrading my flight? As if that made everything okay?

Instead of turning it down, I boarded the plane anyway. froze when I saw him.

He sat calmly across the aisle, scrolling through something on his phone as if he hadn’t just fucked me senseless minutes ago in a public restroom. How could he be so composed? So unaffected?

Meanwhile, I was barely holding myself together.When Hades suddenly looked up, our eyes met. He stared at me with an intensity that made my stomach flip.

I quickly looked away and slid into my assigned window seat, cheeks burning with fresh mortification. I stared out at the tarmac, trying to focus on anything except the powerful man sitting just across the aisle.

The plane took off smoothly. A few minutes into the flight, a flight attendant approached me with a polite smile. “Excuse me, miss. The gentleman across the aisle would like you to join him in his seat.”

A shiver ran down my spine, my heart pounding wildly. Sit next to him? After everything that had just happened? No. Whatever madness had possessed me in that restroom ended there. If I saw him again, it would only be to return his jacket. I didn’t want anything more to do with him. Begging him to fuck me had already been the biggest mistake of my life.

I shook my head firmly. “Please tell him I’m not moving to any other seat. I’m staying right here.”

The attendant nodded and went over to him. She returned moments later. “He insisted, miss.”

“I said no,” I replied, my voice sharper than I intended. “Thank you, but I’m fine where I am.”

She went back and forth twice more. I refused each time, growing more stubborn. Eventually she stopped coming. Relief washed over me, mixed with an annoying pang of disappointment.

My phone buzzed in my purse. I pulled it out and saw an unknown number calling. I hesitated, thumb hovering, but something made me answer anyway.

“Violet? Baby, thank God you picked up.”

George’s voice sent ice sliding down my spine and fresh anger flooding my veins.

“What the hell do you want?” I snapped quietly.

“Vi, I’m so sorry. I ended things with Bella completely. For good this time. She’s out of my life. It was the stupidest mistake I’ve ever made. I have sent her out immediately you left. She means nothing to me. We can still build everything we planned—the business, our future.”

I laughed bitterly, keeping my voice quiet so no one around me could hear. “You have Bella now. Build it together with her. She’s carrying your child, remember? The one you were planning to support with my bonus money.”

“Violet, don’t say that,” he pleaded. “The business will fail without your help. I need you. Please, just one last transfer and I’ll prove—”

In the background, I heard Bella’s angry voice. “George, where’s the money you promised me? Send it already"

Rage burned through me. "You’re still lying to me? You dare call and say you broke up with her while she’s right there demanding money? We’re done, George. Don’t ever contact me again.”

“Violet, wait—baby, please don’t hang up. I love you. We can fix this—”

I ended the call before he could finish, my hands shaking as I shoved the phone back into my purse. The conversation had left me raw all over again, the betrayal stinging fresh.

Then I noticed Hades standing near the woman sitting next to me. He leaned down and whispered something to her ear. She smiled warmly, nodded, and stood up to relocate to another seat further back.

My heart hammered violently as he slid into the seat right next to me, his overwhelming presence filling the space. He leaned in immediately, lips brushing my neck, breathing me in deeply like he still hadn’t had enough.

“You dared to disobey me again, princess,” he murmured darkly against my skin, sending electric shivers racing down my spine. “I don’t tolerate disobedience. When I tell you to come to me, you come. Next time I won’t be so forgiving. I’ll punish you properly.”

“I don’t have to do anything you say,” I whispered back, trying to sound firm even as heat pooled low in my belly again. “What happened in that restroom was a mistake. A one-time thing. It ends here.”

He chuckled darkly against my throat. “Oh, but you will. Because deep down you know you belong to me now. And if you keep testing me, I might just fuck you right here in this seat, with the whole cabin wondering why you’re trying so hard not to moan.”

My breath hitched. “What?”

"You heard me, princess" he whispered. "You are mine. Say it"

"I don't belong to you, you psycho" I muttered, my heart pounding so hard.

"Say it." He growled. "You. Are. Mine"

"I don't..."

Before I could finish, his fingers pushed between my thighs and slid into my sore pussy.

Right there.

With other passengers nearby.