Se connecterViolet I honestly didn’t care about Matthew. To my credit, I’d moved past whatever fury I’d once felt. He had his chance to matter and blew it. If people decided to say I’d only attached myself to Hades to make my ex jealous, I wouldn’t waste the breath to argue. There are some things you don’t bother explaining, and this was one of them.I’d never planned how I’d act if I saw him again. Should I pretend nothing happened? Ignore him like he didn’t exist? Or let some of that old frustration loose so he’d understand the amount of pain he kept me through in the past? Part of me felt empty toward him, like a book I’d finished and shelved. Part of me still had scars from what he put me through when his first love came back. Right now, I didn’t know which version of myself would show up.He stood there with his hands in his pockets, his blue suit hanging on him like he’d stepped straight out of a magazine. His gaze flicked to me, then to Sebastian, who looked like he’d launch himself out
Violet Sebastian rubbed his hand over his head, fingers dragging through his messy hair as he let out a low groan. The stress was written all over his face, his brows furrowed, lips pressed tight, eyes darting everywhere but at me. I sighed softly and picked up a slice of apple with the fork, poking it lightly before holding it out in front of him. “Here.” He looked at me blankly for a moment before opening his mouth like a sulky child. I placed the apple in, and he chewed slowly, still frowning. Another sigh. I rolled my eyes a little and poked another apple slice, this time nudging it closer until he opened his mouth again without a word. He chewed slower this time, and I just watched him, wondering if I should’ve kept my mouth shut about Hades. He looked like he was trying to solve a thousand-piece puzzle while his brain melted. Maybe telling him had been a bad idea. Just then, the door opened. I turned around and saw Penelope and Kai stepping inside. The moment
Violet I looked at Sebastian for a moment, my thoughts slow to catch up with what he’d just said. Then I turned my gaze back to Alec.He stood by the door, his brow raised in surprise. Even he looked taken aback by the name Sebastian had called him.For a second, none of us spoke. I shook my head softly and turned back to Sebastian. “Sebastian, this is Alec. Hades’ secretary.”He blinked, as if snapping out of a daze. His hand went to his temple, rubbing lightly. “Oh…” he murmured, voice low and confused. “I’m sorry. I must be seeing things.”My chest tightened. I hated seeing him like this. Losing our parents had changed him, but losing Skylar had nearly broken him. When he was young, Skylar had always been his hero, his protector, the one person who made him feel safe.And now, sitting here looking lost, Sebastian looked like that little boy again, the one who used to run after our brother, trying to keep up.Before I could say anything, Alec’s phone rang. The sharp sound made all
Violet I was getting married to a beast.Not just any beast, a man who could never be satisfied. A man whose hunger knew no end. No matter how many times we did it, Hades Sinclair always wanted more.At this point, it was a miracle I could even walk properly. My legs felt like they didn’t belong to me anymore; they’d gone completely numb sometime between last night and this morning. And yet, there I was, walking as gracefully as I could down the hall, pretending nothing was wrong, because the last thing I needed was for someone to look at me and whisper, “Look at her limping. Just how hard did they go at it?”Hades Sinclair was a lunatic. A beautiful, maddening lunatic who didn’t know the meaning of restraint.Last night, he pushed me past my limits, again and again. And just when I thought I could finally breathe, morning came, and he decided once wasn’t enough. This man had the audacity to do it two more times, just as he’d promised, as if he was on a mission to make sure I never f
Hades Do you know how it feels to have what you want right in front of you, and yet you can’t have it? Not because it isn’t yours, but because you’re holding yourself back from ruining it. That was the kind of hell I was in. Violet lay naked in my bed, her warmth wrapped around me, her soft body pressing against mine. My cock was already buried deep inside her, yet I couldn’t move, even with a single thrust. Every muscle in me trembled with restraint. Even after spilling inside her, I wasn’t satisfied. Satisfaction was supposed to follow release, wasn’t it? But release didn’t bring relief. It only sharpened the ache. I wanted to take her again, to lose myself in her until nothing else existed, until my body stopped functioning altogether. But knowing me, even that wouldn’t be enough. Not touching her was impossible, especially now, when I finally had her to myself. Asking me not to move, not to claim her, was like asking a man not to breathe when there was air all around him. I
Violet I had a dream. But this time, it wasn’t about my family. It wasn’t one of those harmless, sentimental dreams that left me waking up teary or nostalgic. No, this one was shamefully different. Because this time, my body was trembling, the sheets clinging to my skin. My pulse was racing like I’d just run miles, and heat was pooling low in my stomach. It took me a moment to realize what had happened. A wet dream. What twenty-four-year-old woman has a wet dream? you might ask. I had no answer. And this wasn’t even the first time. I wasn’t some hormonal teenager, discovering her body for the first time. I’d always thought sex was fleeting, a passing, physical craving. It feels good for a moment, and then it’s gone, leaving you as you were. I never understood how anyone could become obsessed with it, how it could consume someone entirely. I wasn’t the sex-crazed type. I could go months, hell, years, without even thinking about it. I used to think desire was overrated, that i







