Sinful Hearts: Chapter 17

We’re tumbling into the back seat of his car before I can even comprehend it. It doesn’t do a thing to stop the voracious way I’m kissing him, just as hard and as recklessly as he’s kissing me.

I moan as I fall back, my legs wrapping around his hips as his tongue invades my mouth. He pulls away from me just enough to yank off his t-shirt, his muscled torso chiseled and lean in the shadowy darkness of the car.

He hisses as I reach up, kissing and then sucking on his firm chest, dragging my teeth across his skin. As if I want to gnaw a hole in him and crawl all the way in. I bite him again, and Hades snarls, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking me back to slam his mouth to mine.

He all but rips my blouse open, sending at least two of the buttons scattering onto the floor. My bra is next, and suddenly I’m arching my back and hissing in pleasure as his lips wrap around one of my nipples. I cry out as his teeth bite down, sending an electric shock of pleasure ripping through my core before he pulls back to level his fierce gaze at me.

The way he looms over me in the darkness, like some sexy, predatory animal, has my skin tingling and my core throbbing with need. Like he’s this conquering, savage Viking, ready to stake his claim after razing a village.

But that is only part of it. He isn’t the man who took my virginity in that club. He’s not the gorgeous, dangerous man who’s managed to slide his way into my brain and invade my every thought and desire.

He’s the man who literally just killed for me, and now, he’s taking what he’s owed.

And, as fucked up as it is, everything about that is , sinfully hot to me.

Hades kisses me fiercely again before his mouth drags to my neck. I moan when he bites hard—so hard he might have drawn blood. All it does is make me rip and yank harder at his clothes with an urgency that sends me reeling.

I shove his jeans down, shuddering and moaning as I slip my hands into his boxers and wrap my fingers around his hard, thick cock. Hades snarls, pushing my thighs wide apart as he shoves his jeans and boxers down.

My mouth sears to his as he yanks the crotch of my panties to the side, and in one thrust, he savagely buries every inch of his huge cock deep inside me.

I cry out, whimpering and moaning into his mouth as he fists the back of my hair. He snarls, his hips rolling as he pounds in and out of me, shoving me right to the edge of my release in seconds. I cling to him, my nails clawing down his back and his biceps as they ripple beneath his tanned, tattooed skin.

“

was your fucking ,” he rasps against my lips. “

was the man to tear into this pretty little pussy for the first time. To feel you squeeze so fucking tight around my cock. To feel you come undone around me.”

I moan deeply, nodding and drowning in the savage possessiveness of him—the way he consumes me entirely.

“

was the first man to fuck you, kitten. And I’ll be ”

Maybe it’s the way he’s fucking me like he’s trying to kill me. But even more than that I think it’s those words snarling from his lips that shove me over the precipice. I cry out, shattering and exploding as the orgasm rips through my body.

Hades doesn’t even slow down. He keeps pounding into me, fucking me right through my climax even as I scream for more. Then he pulls out, fisting his cock until suddenly, his hot, white cum is spraying across my skin in thick ropes across my stomach, my breasts, and my pussy.

His gaze locks with mine as he leans down to kiss me deeply. Then he’s pulling away, and his finger drags up through the sticky cum on my chest, scooping it up before he brings it up to my lips.

“Open wide, kitten.”

I whimper as I suck his finger into my mouth and lick it clean. I do it again when he brings his finger back with more, and then a third time. My pulse thrums at the primal lust in his eyes and at the sight of his clenched jaw and coiled muscles as he suddenly moves over me, straddling my chest. His hand tightens in my hair, our eyes locked as he guides his swollen, still hard, glistening cock to my mouth.

I take him in, shuddering with heat and whimpering at the low growl that rumbles from his chest.

“

.”

He pushes deeper, thrusting his thick cock deeper into my throat, his eyes never leaving mine, that lethal ice-blue stare stabbing right into me. His abs clench, his hips pump, and he shallowly fucks my mouth until he’s hard as iron.

I gasp, sucking in air as a mix of spit and precum and my own pussy juice drips down my chin. He kisses me hard again, invading my mouth with his tongue before he suddenly pulls away.

I whimper when he flips me over like a rag-doll.

Like his own personal fuck toy, ready for more.

Both of us panting, he shoves my skirt up, brutally yanks my panties down to my knees, and straddles my hips with his knees, flattening me onto my face in the back seat of the car. His swollen cock sinks between my thighs and opens my lips, easing inside.

“

,” he growls darkly.

“

you…to…”

“To what.”

“

.”

“Good girl.”

He rams in ruthlessly, crushing the air from my lungs as I cry out in pleasure. I choke into the leather of the car seat, moaning and writhing under him as Hades fucks me like a wild animal. His hips and muscled abs smack my ass with each thrust, and I gasp when he grabs my hair and tugs on it hard as he pounds into me. His hand slips under me, pinching my nipples and mauling my tits as I writhe and beg for more.

And more.

And more and more and . I never want him to stop fucking me, ever. I never want him to stop consuming me, or drowning me in his vicious, weaponized sin.

When I come, the world explodes around me.

It’s not an orgasm. It’s an awakening.

A rebirth.

Like I’m breathing air for the first time.

His body presses to mine, one arm around me cupping my breasts and the other squeezing my throat as he rams his huge, gorgeous cock into me all the way through my orgasm. Suddenly, he bites down hard on my neck, and his cock swells and surges inside me. His cum spills deep, taking whatever breath I have left away, until we’re both sinking down into the abyss, weightless.

And I never want to come back up.

It’s two hours later when we pull up outside of my building.

I’m a .

Bruises and bite marks cover my body, from my jaw down to my thighs. My hair looks like I just went through a hurricane. Or like I just got fucked silly.

My clothes are ripped to shreds. My makeup is a mess or smudged off entirely, and I can feel his dried cum on my breasts, my stomach, between my thighs, possibly still on my chin and throat.

What the .

And yet through it all, the one pervasive thought I have is:

.

A more.

I turn toward him, blushing when I realize he’s already staring at me with that cocky smirk and those lethal blue eyes.

Tempting me into sin. Making me want to tell him to drive us somewhere so he can ravage me all over again until I can’t walk for a week.

Which is exactly when my phone buzzes with a text.

And just like that, the bubble I’ve been existing in for the last few hours, wrapped up in him and only him, pops. And reality hits me like a slap in the face.

?

I have a life. I have a career, and responsibilities. I have , for God’s sake. Exactly what do I think I’m doing playing gangster girlfriend to Hades fucking ?

“Elsa—”

“We can’t do this again.”

It tumbles out of me before my over-analytical mind can chew it up and reformat it as a compelling legal argument.

Hades raises a brow, his cocky grin morphing into a hard look.

“Do what, exactly?”

“

. This…whatever this thing is between us.”

“Oh, do you not to do this? Because if so, that was a fucking stunning performance just now. Oscar-worthy, even.”

I simmer, my face heating. “That’s not what I mean. I don’t not to…”

“We’re two consenting adults, Elsa. I don’t see what the problem is.”

“It’s more complicated than that.”

“Why.”

“Because…it just is.”

“But why does it have to be ‘complicated’?” He frowns. “I enjoy fucking you and watching you bounce up and down on my cock, begging for more like a good girl.”

My face suffuses with heat.

“And you in turn seem to enjoy that good girl bouncing up and down on my cock and begging for more. There’s really nothing complicated about that.”

“So, that’s what this is? Purely sex, nothing more?”

His jaw clenches.

“If that’s all it was, would you be okay with that?”

“

?” I whisper quietly.

His jaw grinds, and then slowly, that cocky smirk returns.

“So, we have an agreement. No feelings. No attachments.”

As if he’s even capable of either of those.

“Just fucking.”

I blush, chewing on my lip.

“Just fucking,” I breathe.

“Deal,” he growls.

I swallow as I reach over, taking his hand and shaking it like we’re closing some house purchase or something, ignoring the shiver of heat that slides up my spine at his touch.

“Deal.”

I want to kiss him. But then I wonder if that crosses the line we’ve drawn from “just fucking” to “feelings”, even though there’s been a whole lot of kissing involved in our “just fucking” thus far.

So in the end, I don’t. We just lock eyes, me shivering and shuddering as the soreness and the aching need in my body throbs incessantly.

“So…” My throat bobs up and down. “See you soon.”

He nods.

Upstairs, I manage to sneak inside and get to my room so I can shower the sins of my night away. I slip into a tank top and shorts, then think better of it and change into longer pajamas that cover the marks of my aggressive and savage sexual encounter with the god of the underworld.

I can face Nora.

Sort of.

We end up chatting for a bit and then watching the newest episode before we both head to bed.

.

It’s the last thought I have before I sink into sleep.