ログインHADES Violet walked in wearing a short black dress that hugged hugged every curve. It clung to her full breasts and flared just enough to show off her long, smooth legs. It was modest enough for a business meeting but short enough to remind me of what lay underneath. Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and those striking green eyes scanned the room nervously. She looked beautiful. Vulnerable. And so fuckable it hurt. My hand tightened around the empty glass. I wanted to bend her over this table, push that dress up, and bury my face between her thighs right here. Taste her again. Hear her whimper my name. But I could not touch her. Not ever again. When she finally spotted me, froze for a second. Her cheeks flushed pink as though she remembered everything too. My cock twitched hard against the confines of my pants as she moved toward me, her hips swaying with every step. Nearly every man in this place turned to stare, but she didn’t seem to notice—or if she did,
HADES I sat in the corner booth of La Serre, the most exclusive restaurant in Denver, nursing my third glass of whiskey. The amber liquid burned smoothly, but it did nothing to quiet the storm raging inside my skull. Yesterday had been a complete fucking catastrophe. My mind kept circling back to that airport restroom like a drug I couldn’t quit. The way I’d stroked my cock while staring at her half-naked photo on her phone. The desperate, broken sound of her voice when she begged me to make her forget her pain. The moment I lost every ounce of control and buried myself balls-deep inside the real thing. I still felt it. The way her tight, wet pussy had clenched around me like a vice, pulling me deeper. The brutal rhythm of my hips slamming into her as I fucked her like a man possessed—hard, deep, unforgiving. The way she’d screamed “Hades” like I was both her savior and her damnation. Those memories had burrowed under my skin, branded into my bones, and no amount of whiskey cou
VIOLET Somehow I must have drifted off, because the next thing I knew I was jolting awake as the pilot’s voice came over the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Denver. Local time is 10:28 PM and the current temperature is a cool fifty-two degrees. Please remain seated until the seatbelt sign is turned off.” My heart pounded as I turned my head and saw Hades still sitting there, looking perfectly composed and ridiculously handsome. I didn’t want to see again. This whole thing was dangerous — he was dangerous. This reckless rebound had spiraled into something I wasn’t equipped to handle myself. I quickly pulled out my phone and messaged Auntie Lydia, asking her to come pick me up. I was terrified of what might happen if I was left alone with him. I didn’t trust myself around him — and I definitely didn’t trust him. The moment the sign dinged off, passengers sprang into action, grabbing bags and filing toward the exit. I stood on shaky legs, my body still feelin
VIOLET I opened my mouth to protest but the only sound that came out was a strangled gasp as his thick fingers curled deep inside my sore, still-sensitive pussy. His icy blue eyes locked onto mine, pure wicked amusement dancing in them like he was savoring every second of my helpless struggle. “Shhh, princess,” he whispered against my ear, his voice low enough that only I could hear it. “Don’t make a scene. You wouldn’t want all these people to know what a needy little cockslut you really are… would you?” Heat exploded across my cheeks and spilled down my neck like liquid fire. This was reckless. Dangerous. Completely fucking insane. We were on a commercial flight, surrounded by people, and this man had two fingers buried knuckle-deep inside me. I was furious at how easily he claimed me like this in public. nd I was even more furious because I didn’t want him to stop. “Hades… please,” I breathed, my voice barely audible. “Not here. Someone will see—” “See what?” he ta
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
VIOLET This was a mistake. A massive, life-ending, irreversible mistake. I had begged a mafia boss to fuck me in a public restroom like some desperate slut. I could end up owned. Broken. Or worse—dead. My heart hammered violently against my ribs now, real terror pumping through me with every heartbeat. But my pussy clenched even tighter around his fingers, fluttering and squeezing like it loved the danger. “Please…” I didn’t even know what I was begging for anymore. Hades’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. “Look at you,” he murmured. “So fucking scared, yet your greedy little cunt is sucking my fingers deeper. You like knowing who I am, don’t you? The fear turns you on.” Before I could respond or pull away, he spun me around with terrifying strength, and bent me over the cold marble sink. My palms slammed against the counter to catch myself, and my wide eyes locked onto our reflection in the mirror. He looked feral. His expensive suit jacket was open, revealing a crisp bl







