Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 111435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
His eyes went from Amy to me. They were intense. Unyielding. Even across the throngs of people at this party, his gaze was physical. My need for him was overwhelming, and it took a long time to get myself under control, to remember I was supposed to be in the middle of a conversation.
“I have no idea,” I admitted, still staring at Hades. “I have no idea how I survived before him.”
Chapter Fourteen
“I had fun,” I told Hades.
No, I sang the words. I may have indulged a little too heavily in the sangria that Macy had been serving. To be fair, it was Macy’s fault. She kept refilling my glass the second I finished my last sip. Then Gwen had done the same. Then Amy. It was a miracle that I was still standing. But of course, there was all of the food. Which I had also heavily indulged in. All of the gorgeous, slim women had done the same, so I felt comfortable actually eating with them. It was a rare thing with women who looked like that, to see them eat all the gauc, salsa, queso, and chili in sight. Then the brownies. The brownies that should’ve been illegal. I had not felt awkward, completely sating my appetite.
With the majority of women who looked like that, dressed like that, I would’ve nibbled daintily, weary of the judgmental stares and the sparse plates that would barely be touched by the end of the night.
There had been none of that. It had been very clear that these women devoured food in the same way they devoured life. They swallowed it fucking whole.
It had been like a drug, being engulfed in that family. It had felt effortless. They’d all known what I did for a living, and they’d asked about it with real interest, with not an ounce of judgement. Amy had even demanded that we go down to the club someday so I could give them a class on how to properly work a pole.
I agreed because there was no way in hell that you said no to Amy Abrams. I said yes because I was eager to be in their company again. I was also eager to introduce them to Marilyn, who I knew they would adore, and she would adore them right back. We had also agreed to try to plan a shopping trip. In the space of one day, I’d found myself a boyfriend—or Old Man—and a badass girl posse.
So I was tipsy and singing as I traipsed around my living room. The leather pants were long gone, narrowly avoiding a Ross from Friends situation after everything I ate, suddenly making them shrink two sizes. The tank was still on, but I’d changed into a pair of Juicy Couture shorts that had a wonderful elastic waist.
Hades had been putting away the leftovers Macy had forced us home with—they traveled surprisingly well in the saddlebags of his bike—while I was dancing around, feeling happier than I’d felt in as long as I could remember. Apparently, he was done in the kitchen, standing a few feet away with his eyes on me.
“Do you know how sexy you look?” he asked, arms folded in front of him as he evaluated me.
No, he growled.
Then he prowled toward me. I was instantly up in his arms, him gathering me up like I weighed nothing. “I have to have you, right fucking now.”
Another growl.
My panties were already drenched. They had been since the moment he laid his eyes on me. In two of these long strides, I was sitting on the edge of my dining room table, my legs splayed apart.
Moments later, my panties were ripped apart—ripped apart—and his mouth was there. On me. On my fucking clit. Tongue moving expertly, he ate me. He feasted on me.
My body sang for him in ways I hadn’t even known were possible. His hands were on my upper thighs, holding them apart, the pads of his fingers pressed into the delicate skin hard enough to leave bruises. At least that’s what I’d hoped. Even though I was still wearing bruises that another man gave me, I was greedy for more. I wanted marks on my body that hadn’t come from pain. No, I craved bruises from pleasure. The most exquisite kind of pleasure that the human body could experience.
I must’ve transported outside of my body as I came because when I opened my eyes, Hades was no longer there. He was standing, poised at my entrance, readying himself to fuck me.
My clouded mind sharpened, and I moved my leaden limbs upward.
“No,” I called out, using his torso to pull myself all the way up to sitting. He let out a hiss between his teeth as my pulling motion pulled him closer to me, so he was almost inside of me. My body convulsed, and I almost abandoned my plan. Almost.