Three Kinds of Trouble by Anne Malcom

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.

Hades was holding himself taut, the veins in his neck protruding with the effort it was taking him not to surge inside of me.

“No?” he repeated, one of his dark brows arching. Of course, he was never going to do anything against my will, but he also knew very well how much I wanted him.

“No,” I mumbled, lips inches from his. “I want you.”

His eyes darkened. “Baby, you’re about to have all of me,” he rasped, the words caressing my skin.

“I want you,” I repeated. “In my mouth.”

He stilled completely, eyes on my lips. There was a battle in his eyes. His cock was pressing up against me, I was wet, fucking soaked for him. But I had managed to have sex with him countless times, had him go down on me countless times, without me returning the favor. Such things were almost unheard of. It was almost always the other way around. I had wanted to, but we’d always gotten carried away. Hades always took control.

Hades found some of that trademark control now as he stepped back. I gritted my teeth against the loss. Then I prepared to get down on my knees. Hades stopped me. “No, baby.”

I frowned in confusion until he moved us across the room toward the sofa where he nabbed one of the cushions and threw it down on the hardwood floor.

To protect my knees.

My knees were on the pillow in mere seconds, then I held him in my hands, staring. Hades was big. Not something that was surprising. He was gorgeous. His dark hair was groomed, which had been a welcome surprise. When I cupped his perfect balls, he let out a groan of pleasure.

My heart thundered at the power I had over this man. This dangerous man.

I just looked at him for a moment, holding him in my hands. His abs were tight, taut, his entire body like stone.

He raked a hand through my hair, running it softly through the strands then holding on tighter.

I took one more look at this magnificent man with a magnificent cock, then I took him in my mouth. Though I was on my knees, doing things to him, I’d never felt more powerful in my life. After a few minutes, he bent me over and fucked me harder than I’d ever been fucked.

And I loved it. All of it.