Sinful Hearts: Chapter 29

My face burns hotly when I read his text.

It’s really quite disturbing how comfortable I’ve gotten playing with fire when it comes to Hades. How much I enjoy pushing his buttons, in ways I know he’ll punish me for later.

…Maybe because I when he does.

“Who are you texting?”

I jolt, slamming the phone to my chest as I whip my gaze to Nora.

“Nobody.”

She smirks, arching a brow. “

.”

“Just work stuff.”

“It’s amusing to me how you still think I’m six years old.”

I roll my eyes. “Please. I don’t think you’re six.”

“Oh, just not old enough to understand that you have a boyfriend? Or the concept of sexting?”

My mouth flies open. “What the hell do know about the concept of sexting?!”

“I know it , El. I didn’t say I it. Jeez.”

“Well—good. Keep it that way.”

She snickers. “Your generation and older still doesn’t seem to get that the internet is forever. My generation has zero interest in it. Like, sending people pics of your booty is insane.”

“Correct. Completely insane. Which is why I am sexting anyone.”

“Just Hades.”

My face burns hotly. “I am . And he is my boyfriend.”

She frowns in an exaggeratedly thoughtful way, stroking her chin. “So…what you’re telling me, as my sister, guardian, and role model, is that the man who you’ve screwed three different times in our apartment is just, like, some random guy? So I should just find ‘some random guy’ myself, and not worry about sex having meaning or an emotional component? Good to know, thank you.”

I give her a look as she grins at me.

“You done yet?”

Her teasing grin widens. “For now.”

Yes, Hades has been over twice more since the night of the gala a week and a half ago. Yes, he’s slept over both times. And yes, we’ve done our best to be quiet in our…

, including but not limited to, Hades muffling my moans with his hand, his mouth, my panties, and his cock.

But no, his visits have not gone unnoticed by my sister.

I sigh as the doors slide open and we get off the elevator onto our floor.

“What I as an adult choose to do consensually with another consenting adult is my own business, Nora.”

“So, he’s not your boyfriend.”

I grit my teeth. “I don’t know. No. Maybe.” I glance at her. “It’s complicated.”

“Are you exclusive?”

“Yes I answered that one too quickly, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed by the world’s sharpest fifteen-year-old.

“Do you like him?”

I sigh. “Yes, Nora. I like him.”

“So, let’s review. You like him, you bang him—”

“Don’t call it that—”

“He sleeps over, you get all mushy when he sexts—

, just regular texts—you, and you’re exclusive. That about sum it up?”

I nod as we round the corner to our door. “Correct.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s called dating.”

“It’s not—

!”

My lungs go icy as I grab her hand back, just as it was extending to our door holding her keys.

…Because our door is already open, and ajar.

Nora’s face goes white as she moves behind me.

My heart clenches.

Someone .

“Elsa?” Nora whispers in a small, scared voice as she clutches my shirt. “I think you should call your not-boyfriend.”

“All good.”

Hades is smiling as he steps back into the hallway, but there’s a shadow of darkness flickering in his eyes when he glances at me.

“Probably just didn’t click shut behind you when you left.”

Nora exhales loudly. “Well, that was terrifying.”

He chuckles. “I’ll bet. It’s all good if you want to go in.”

When she’s inside, he turns to me, his smile fading.

“The place is completely clean. But someone’s definitely been through your things.

Nora’s.”

My stomach drops, my face turning white.

“

?!”

“They were good, but not that good.” His jaw clenches. “I didn’t want to scare her, but neither of you is staying here tonight. No fucking way.”

I nod, my throat bobbing heavily. “Okay, I’ll look at hotels—”

“I’ve got room.”

I blink in surprise as I turn to him. “What?”

“I’ve got room at my place. Pack bags for the both of you. Don’t freak Nora out. Tell her that you’ve found out that the door being left ajar was actually building maintenance, and they say they need to do some important upgrades to your electrical system tonight, maybe the next night too.”

I stare at him. “Hades, we’re not staying at your—”

“Yeah,” he growls, making me gasp as his mouth lowers to my ear. “You are.”

“Dude, this car is .”

Hades glances up into the rearview mirror, grinning at Nora in the backseat. “Thanks. Do you drive yet?”

“

,” she sulks. “The Queen forbids it.”

I roll my eyes. “

don’t forbid it, Nora,” I sigh. “The forbids it. You’re fifteen.”

“Well, she can practice.”

I shoot Hades a withering look as he grins at me, clearly well aware of what he’s doing.

“Yeah!” Nora chirps from the back seat. “I can practice!” She sighs, shaking her head at Hades in the mirror. “She thinks just because she doesn’t drive, no one else should.”

I blush as he swivels his gaze to me. “You don’t know how to drive?”

“I’ve lived in completely un-drivable cities my entire life,” I shrug defensively. “So no, I’ve never learned.”

“Well, we should change that.”

I glance at him, simmering when I see that cocky grin and those piercing eyes lancing into me. He clears his throat as he looks back at Nora again.

“Hey, by the way: any other guys at school bothering you these days?”

She shakes her head, her lips pursing.

“No. After what happened to Theo—”

“He’s going to be fine, you know.”

“He is?”

Hades nods. “I know his dad. Theo’s got some physical therapy to do, and one more surgery on his shoulder. But he’s a tough kid. He’ll be okay. Nick’s on the mend, too.”

Nora smiles a little. “Well, I think the whole world had already heard the story of them getting kicked out of my apartment. So when they got jumped…” Her mouth twists. “Basically the whole school is now terrified of me. Or at least all the guys are.”

I smile.

“Good,” Hades grunts. “Keep it that way. Little shits should be scared of women with backbone.”

Nora grins.

“Listen,” he continues. “Do you carry a keyring?”

My sister nods.

“Here.”

Hades reaches across me, opening the glove compartment and plucking out something small before closing it again. He twists his arm behind him, handing the fob with a button on it to Nora.

“Put this on your keyring.”

“What is this,” she frowns at it. “A tracker?”

“Emergency button. It pings if you push it twice.”

“And then, what, you go full on Batman and come rescue me?” she says dryly.

Hades chuckles. “No, but your sister will. I’ll hook it up to her phone when we get to my place.”

“What, so she can spy on me?”

He grins, shaking his head. “Nah, it doesn’t work like that. But if you’re ever in trouble, or you feel unsafe…” His jaw tenses. “Push it. My younger sister is twenty, and I’ve got one on her keys, too.”

Nora nods, eying the little fob a little less skeptically. “Cool. Thanks.”

I glance at him, a smile curving my lips.

“

,” I mouth.

My jaw drops as the Camaro comes to a stop outside of a brownstone on an idyllic street in Brooklyn Heights, across the East River from lower Manhattan.

“Wait—this is you?”

“Mm-hmm.”

He pushes a button on the dash and then guides the car down a sloped driveway that leads under the brownstone to a garage with an automatic door. We park inside next to a couple of other gorgeous cars; some, old classics and others gleaming new performance roadsters. Nora whistles.

“Wow, are all the tenants of this building rich car nuts?”

“You could say that.”

I stop him with a look. “

there other tenants?”

Hades waggles his brows, saying nothing as he carries our bags to an elevator, which we all pile into.

“I still haven’t redone the first three floors.”

Nora sputters. “Wait, you own the building? And all those cars down there?”

When he nods, she turns and elbows me in the side. Hard.

“

,” she winks.

I roll my eyes.

The doors open on the fourth floor, and Nora and I just about trip over our tongues.

Holy.

.

The place is , and honestly? It’s not at all what I would have pictured the lair of the infamous Hades Drakos looking like. I imagined a BDSM dungeon, or some other kind of subterranean cave. Or maybe a frat-house type place outfitted in total bachelor-pad bullshit, like a tacky Sharper Image store.

Boy, was I wrong.

Almost the entire top floor of the brownstone has been converted into one big open loft space. Gorgeous exposed-brick walls, huge windows, and wooden beams and ceiling rafters have my jaw on the floor as I stare in awe.

The furniture is old, weathered farmhouse style wood and deeply tanned leather. And the walls…

The whole length of the place on one side is nothing but floor-to-ceiling wooden bookshelves. And they’re with books—the same books I used to mock as some sort of “date bait” on his Instagram.

At the back of the loft space, an enormous kitchen area is framed by a back wall made entirely of black iron and glass, with matching doors that lead out to a lush, plant-filled patio.

“Dude, this place is ” Nora breathes, walking around with her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open.

“I…didn’t imagine you having books.”

“I know how to read, as shocking as that may be.”

I grin. So does he.

“Nora, this’ll be you.” He carries her bag to a large, gorgeous brick and wood-beam guest room.

“Yeah, I’m never leaving. Sorry, not sorry.”

He chuckles. “And your sister will be in the room next door.”

Nora arches a brow. “Oh, is that your room?”

“No. My room is upstairs.”

“So, my sister be next door, then.”

Hades cocks a brow, glancing at me. My face flushes twelve shades of red as I groan.

“Yeah, I’m , not an idiot,” Nora snickers.

“Very good to know, thanks.”

Hades ends up ordering food to be delivered, which arrives just as I begin to move from hungry to hangry. And sweet Jesus does it smell fucking amazing.

“Frankie’s,” he says, his face almost caving in ecstasy as he transfers all the delicious smelling gnocchi, cavatelli, and cacio e pepe from the to-go boxes onto plates for the three of us to share. “Fucking Italian food. Possibly the best food in all of New York, actually.” He turns and winks at me. “Just don’t ever tell my grandmother that.”

We eat on Hades’ garden patio, laughing, listening to music, and drinking wine. Well, Hades and I drink wine. Nora has Perrier. When the music—a vinyl copy of Bob Dylan’s “Oh Mercy” album we’ve been listening to via speakers out to the veranda—runs out, Hades glances at my sister and me.

“Who’s picking next?”

Nora pops out of her chair instantly. “On it.”

I grin as she darts inside to dive into Hades’ huge record collection.

“That’s all you, right?”

I smile as I turn to him. “What?”

“Raising her.”

I nod. “Yeah, pretty much, I guess. Since I was seventeen and she was six.”

“You did a pretty fucking amazing job,” he murmurs. “She’s a great kid.”

A proud blush creeps over my face. “Thanks.”

Then instantly, I cringe as the next song pipes out over the speakers.

.

The devil herself comes skipping back out to the veranda, giggling as Steve Miller Band’s “The Joker” hums out of the speakers.

Hades raises a brow at her grin and my embarrassed groan.

“Something I’m missing?”

Nora snickers. “It’s Elsa’s favorite song.”

He laughs loudly, turning to eye me through my flushed face. “Seriously? Steve Miller Band?”

“Hey it’s in record collection, ass,” I mutter as he grins at me. “And it was a , thank you very much.”

“Yeah, right. She played it for like a year straight when I was maybe nine. ‘Ah-whoo, whoo’!”

“A phase,” I sigh as the two of them crack up.

An hour later, Nora looks like she’s ready to fall asleep at the table. She yawns, stretching her arms as she stands.

“All right, I’m going to bed. You guys can make out or whatever now.”

I roll my eyes at her. “Love ya. ’Night.”

She makes over-the-top kissy faces at the two of us before she heads back inside and disappears into the guest room.

And I’m suddenly very aware of two things: one, that I’ve been kind of craving Hades’ touch all night, ever since he swooped in like a black knight to clear the apartment for us. And two, we’re alone now.

“You know what I think?”

I flush, realizing I’ve been staring at Hades, lost in thought, while he’s been looking right at me.

“Uh, what?”

His jaw tightens.

“I think you should come here.”

Heat floods my core as I bite my lip. But slowly I stand, knocking back the rest of my wine before I saunter around the table.

“Where, specifically?”

He pats his lap. “Right here.”

Blushing, I start to move to his lap. I shudder when he yanks me onto him faster, pulling me astride his legs, facing him. My breath catches as his big hands circle my waist, squeezing as they slide up my back into my hair. And before I know it, my mouth is dipping to his, and I’m kissing him deeply.

His tongue delves between my lips, teasing and tasting me as I writhe on his lap. It’s like a Pavlovian response I get now just from being near him. My hips grind and roll, and my pulse thuds as I kiss him fiercely.

.

The thought is like a cold blade lancing into me. It’s been burning a hole in the front of my brain for weeks: it has to come out, especially with what we are to each other now. Whatever this is, whatever label we want to give it.

Hades needs to know Leo Stavrin is my father, even if I want nothing to do with him. The longer I go on not telling him, the worse it will be when I finally do.

“I have to tell you something,” I blurt quietly.

Hades lifts a brow, eyeing me.

“Do you now.”

“I…”

My eyes lock with his fierce icy-blues, and suddenly, I’m lost, and my nerve vanishes in the face of the fierce god looking back at me.

I smile, shaking my head.

“It can wait.”

It has to. I can’t bring myself to ruin this perfect moment with something like this.

“You’re sure?”

“Positive.”

“Good,” he growls. “Because I’m not sure can.”

I whimper when I feel his hand slide to my ass and grab a handful of my skirt, shoving it up to my waist. Desire pools between my thighs as his fingers stroke my bare skin and then slip under the back of my thong. When I feel one of them slip down lower and tease over my asshole, I gasp, and pull back from his kiss.

“

…oh …”

His finger dips lower, finding my pussy already soaking wet for him. My back arches, pushing my ass out as his finger curls into me and starts to stroke against my g-spot. His lips sear to mine again, kissing me and swallowing my moans before he pulls back and slowly brings his other hand up between us.

My eyes widen, my face filling with heat as I realize what he’s holding.

“Did you seriously buy one?”

Hades’ eyes glint, his lips curling wickedly as he twists the golden butt plug in his hand.

“Not a second one, no.”

I stare at him. “Did you… Is that from my apartment?”

“Sure is. Open your mouth.”

I flush with heat, my pulse thudding hard just beneath my skin.

“

?”

“Open your mouth,” he growls, lowering his lips to my ear and letting his teeth graze the soft lobe. “And .”

Our eyes lock when he pulls back. My skin tingles, and something dirty and needy pulses in my core.

My lips part.

“Good girl.”

Our eyes stay on each other as I wrap my lips around the shiny metal, swirling my tongue over it as lust explodes through my entire body. His other hand slips behind me, grabbing something I can’t see. When he pulls my thong to the side again and slips a finger over my ass, it feels slick and warm.

I moan, sucking and tonguing the butt plug as Hades swirls his lubed finger around my asshole. He adds pressure, and I whimper before suddenly his finger slips into me.

I gasp, shuddering on his lap as he groans against my neck. The plug slips out of my mouth, and I’m shaking all over as he brings it behind me. The warm metallic tip of it centers on my hole, and I try not to tense up as I feel him start to gently push.

“

,” he growls thickly into my ear. “Relax. Let me watch your tight little ass swallow it like a good girl.”

The plug didn’t look very big in my hands, nor did it feel very big in my mouth.

Against my ass, it feels .

But slowly, my breath catching, I can feel the tapered, bulbous head start to stretch me open. Hades’ teeth drag down my neck, turning me to jelly before suddenly, the plug gets sucked in, as if my body’s swallowed it up right past the thick part to clench around the narrow base.

“

,” I choke, gasping and shaking.

It’s a weird sensation. I feel full in a way I’ve never felt before. But it also feels . Like there’s this background pressure there, throbbing in my core.

“

a good kitten,” Hades rasps darkly.

I whimper again. “It’s…it’s so big…”

I gasp as his teeth bite down on my earlobe again.

“

.”

He kisses me hard, and I melt when I feel him slip my thong back into place, holding the plug inside me. Then we’re standing, and my legs are so shaky it’s a struggle not to wobble as he takes my hand and starts to lead me through the gorgeous loft space.

I can feel the damn plug filling me and rubbing against me with each step. And fuck, it feels .

We get to the spiral metal staircase that leads up to Hades’ room, which I haven’t seen yet. Just as I’m about to take my first step up, he stops me. He cups my face and lowers his mouth to mine, and I’m so lost in the kiss that I barely even register him tugging the zipper of my skirt down, until the whole thing falls to my feet.

“

…”

My eyes dart to the guest room door, with Nora right on the other side.

“You’d better get walking, hadn’t you?”

I flush deeply, eyeing him and then turning to walk up the stairs in just my blouse and a pair of thong panties.

And a butt plug up my ass.

I can feel it shift inside me with each step, just as I can feel his eyes leaving a scorching path across my ass as he follows me up.

The stairs wind up, and suddenly, at the top, my jaw drops.

.

Hades’ bedroom is all glass, like a huge greenhouse on the roof of his building with panoramic views of all of Brooklyn, the entire East River, and the whole of Lower Manhattan. A huge bed fills the middle of the room, and I shiver as I feel his hand take mine, leading me to it.

I pause at the foot of the bed, gnawing on my lip as I turn to him.

“So, do all your guests have to climb that treacherous spiral—”

“You don’t honestly think I’ve ever brought anyone here before, do you?”

I blink, my heart swelling. “I—”

I whimper as he slams his mouth to mine and fists my hair. My blouse and bra are tossed aside. His shirt and jeans follow.

“The windows…”

“One-way glass,” he growls, slamming his mouth to mine.

I’m moaning into his mouth and sliding my hands into his boxers to wrap my fingers around his massive cock when he tosses me back onto the bed and I gasp. He drops between my legs, peeling my soaked panties down and spreading my thighs.

His soft, wet tongue drags up my seam, making me cry out as a shiver of heat slices through my body. Hades teases my clit, sucking the aching nub between his lips and swirling his tongue around it as he sucks. His powerful fingers dig into my thighs, shoving them wide apart as he devours me like he’s a starving man eating his first meal in a month.

I jolt when I feel his fingers on the plug. He grips the base, and my breath catches and my eyes roll back as he slowly twists it inside me, like he’s screwing it into me.

Holy.

.

The sensations are insane as the smooth, slick plug slowly rubs across a million nerve endings. He twists it one way, then the other, then back again as his mouth descends to my pussy. And the combination of the plug his tongue has me seeing stars as my eyes go out of focus.

“

”

He starts to twist the plug faster, gently tugging on it as if he’s about to pull it out of me, only to push it back in just as it starts to stretch me open again. The feeling is unreal, and my world begins to melt as I drown in the pleasure of it all.

His tongue on my clit. His fingers sliding into my pussy and stroking my g-spot. The plug screwing in my ass. It all comes together like a symphony of sin, and suddenly it hits me like a bomb going off.

I cry out, slamming my hand over my mouth as my back arches off the bed. I shake and shudder, writhing and moaning under his tongue and fingers as the blast of the orgasm rips through me.

I haven’t even caught my breath yet when he slides up between my legs, naked and hard and so ready. The swollen tip of his huge dick sinks into my lips as my eyes bulge.

I already feel so full with the plug in my ass. And he’s big…

“

.”

He rolls his hips, pushing his cock into me as my mouth goes slack.

Oh holy .

I moan, clinging to him desperately, eagerly slamming my mouth to his. His thick cock sinks deeper and deeper, and the combination of him and the plug has me seeing double as the room spins.

Our eyes lock as his hands tangle in my hair. I grip his muscled shoulders, my nails dragging down his tanned skin as he starts to slam into me. Our bodies grind, hips slapping together as the wet sounds of our fucking fill the room.

I pant into his skin, kissing and biting his shoulder as he pounds into me faster. One of his hands reaches down, and when he starts to twist and pull at the plug again, a cry of pure ecstasy rips from my mouth.

Hades rams into me even harder, our bodies grinding together as heat explodes across both of us. I cling to him, wrapping my legs around his muscled hips and never wanting to let go.

“

“Give me that cum, kitten,” he rasps against my lips. “Give me all the fucking cum from this pretty little fucking pussy right the fuck now.”

The plug slips all the way out, then he instantly pushes it right back in at the same time that his cock sinks balls-deep inside of me. And suddenly, my world is blurring at the edges.

His mouth slams to mine, swallowing my cry of release as the orgasm explodes in me. My muscles quiver and shake. My skin lights on fire. My nails rake down his back as my body clenches and spasms around the plug and his cock filling me up completely.

Hades groans, pushing even deeper into me as his cock throbs and pulses, and I moan again when I feel the hot, wet spurts of his cum spilling into me.

I’m still shaking when he slowly pulls out of me and moves up next to me. I’m barely able to breathe, let alone form words, as he circles his powerful arms around me and pulls my back tight against his chest.

His lips graze the back of my neck as I tremble from head to toe.

“What did you want to tell me before?”

.

My throat bobs. My teeth rake over my lips.

“Nothing,” I finally murmur, twisting in his arms to face him and those blazing blue eyes. My lips curl into a smile. “Just that I really like you.”

“Yeah, I think I picked up on that. I really like you too,” he murmurs, catching my hand and pulling it to his lips. “A lot.”

I grin.

So does he.

My eyes grow heavy, and I’m not sure my cheek is even resting on his chest before I fall asleep in his arms.