Just a few days later, Hades rues the day he agreed to a contract with that fou diablesse. His Nanan Cherise warned him heartily against this when he was under her care—both signing contracts and taking up with devil women too dazzling to be true.
Had he really signed Stephanie’s contract without a moment of hesitation? If only he’d truly understood. At the time he had come to the conclusion that love wasn’t something to be denied or used as a weapon against his enemy. It could and would be his salvation he decided with a few jaunty strokes of the pen she produced from her backpack.
Connerie…
He was such a fool.
“It’s up again….” a voice said in the dark.
Non, non, non! Hades bit down on his back teeth to keep from cursing out loud. It was the middle of the night. Maybe if he lay there quietly, she wouldn’t bother to—
A lamp next to their bed flips on before he can finish that hopeful thought, revealing Stephanie in all her naked she-devil glory.
This did not aid him in his mental quest to quell the flesh below his waist, which was currently “up again”—standing at full attention like a monument dedicated to the beauty who somehow seemed to sense whenever he was aroused.
“Poor baby….” She crawls between his legs. They, like his arms, have been tied with ropes to hooks lodged underneath the bed.
“Here, let me help you with that,” she says, her voice sweet as beignet sugar.
More connerie.
This punishment he agreed to had been going on for days at this point with only bathroom and meal breaks in between.
She isn’t going to help him. She’ll only make the problem worse.
He lets out an agonized bellow when she takes him in her warm cave of a mouth, and his back arches off the bed. Why, in God’s name, did something so damn mean have to feel so damn good? Stephanie had never given any man a blow job a few days ago, but now she’s become somewhat of a studied expert, flicking her tongue under the underside of his hood while she massages the seam of his scrotum with her thumb.
He promised himself two days ago that he’d keep his eyes closed when she did this. That he would maintain some pride and wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of being watched while she tortured him.
But it’s the middle of the night, and his self-control is basically a swamp boat sputtering on fumes.
He takes the risk of looking down his body at her.
And as soon as she sees him watching her slide those pretty lips up and down his straining cock, she abandons his scrotum massage for the much more visually stimulating action of her fisting him with one hand. And her other hand…
Stephanie damn him.
She’s using it on her own pussy. Rubbing at her sensitive clit, she’s making herself moan in a way that sends pulsing vibrations up his dick.
Righteous indignation sparks in his chest. He never stroked himself off while he was attending to her. He wants to rant at her for her cruelty, but it wouldn’t make any difference. He’s found out the hard, extremely unsatisfying way over the last few days that his beauty is much meaner than she appears.
If he complains about her treatment of him, she’ll only laugh and ask him several rhetorical questions about how it feels to be the one being tortured now.
In any case, his choice to look down at her cost him. His cock starts to spasm, and that makes her immediately release him from her mouth. Cool air replaces her warm mouth. And the now all too familiar sensation of getting blocked off from pleasure right before he’s about to go over the cliff’s edge rips through him.
If that’s not bad enough, she rises to her knees, her hand still working between her own legs while she looks him directly in the eye. “You’re done. But I’m not.”
This cruel, cruel diablesse.
He also promised himself he wouldn’t beg anymore. How many times had he already offered her anything, anything she wanted to just keep going.
But the words slip out before his pride can block them. “Don’t, cher bebe. You’re tearing me apart. I can’t take the sight of you doing that—not again! Merde!”
He chokes out the last cuss when his cock shoots off without warning, spitting cum at just the sight of her.
But this isn’t like a normal release. No relief follows it, just a few little pitiful sparks of something that could be pleasure if his arms and legs weren’t fucking tied down. After his cock’s done with its crying spell, it remains painfully erect. And it pulses dangerously. Like a volcano that’s been kept from erupting for days—way too many days of edging.
Hades groans with frustration and bangs his head against the back of the bed.
The love of his life laughs, actually laughs…before she falls down to one hand and finds her own pleasure with several breathy moans.
This can’t be enough for her either. He aches to give her pleasure way greater than anything she could do with her own hand.
But he’s aware that her acting like she prefers this dynamic is part of the punishment. When she retreats to her side of the bed with a happy sigh, it’s meant to make him feel helpless and useless—just a fraction of what he made her feel over her three years of captivity.
He’s stopped calling her Persy over the last few days. Even inside his mind.
A ding sounds, and Stephanie scoops up her phone instead of turning off the light. Like the device is way more interesting than the man she’s got tied up in bed.
“Hey, it’s a message from Lukas!” she says. “He says he’s circling back around on the meeting I had with Melinka Hale, the Executive Director of Weiss Fox Cares.”
Hades grinds his teeth. That beer bitch got her number somehow and is circling back around? More like circling like a vulture. Don’t react. Don’t react.
“He said he talked to Melinka Hale and the rest of the Weiss Fox Cares team, and they’re all in for our “2050 Tiny Houses by 2050” project. Isn’t that nice of him?”
His blood begins to boil. Don’t react. Don’t react.
“I should send him a gift,” Stephanie says. “Something better than our usual partner basket.”
She actually sits all the way up and swings her feet over the side of the bed. “You know what, I’m going to my office and look up some ideas for—”
There are no more inner commands given not to react. No conscious decision made at all.
Just the ripping sound of the ropes’ hooks tearing away from where she anchored them beneath the bed.
And then she’s on her back, and Hades is on top of her in an instant.
“You’ve been punishing me 24/7 for days—not hours—days,” he rasps, his voice the coarsest grade of sandpaper. “And you think you get to leave me here while you go look up presents for your beer bitch ex?”
Stephanie should be scared. His big body is thundering with rage.
But she just smirks and says, “There he is. I wondered when you would show back up. Hi, Hades.”
This fou diablesse….
He stares at her for a hot second.
Then he circles her throat with his hand and punches his hips forward.
There isn’t any talking after that. No more games or teasing. Just the sound of their slapping bodies as he beast fucks her into the bed.
Persy shows back up, too. Her moans get louder and louder until another orgasm—a much stronger, ego-repairing orgasm—crests over her.
Hades captures her lips as she scream-sobs into his mouth with her pussy contracting around his dick—handily proving his point about her hand not being as satisfying as his cock.
But he doesn’t get much of a chance to feel smug. Her sweet cunt’s gripping him so tight, it sends him into a frenzy.
And the next thing he knows, he’s yelling too, babbling in French about how much he fucking loves her. How he’ll never stop loving her even if she leaves him a million times. How he’ll spend the rest of his life making sure she always happily chooses him.
* * *
That night Stephanie performs the pregnancy test and they both wait on the result in the bathroom together.
Which turns out to be a bad idea for Stephanie. She was murmuring some kind of nonsense about them getting back to their normally scheduled lives now that his punishment was done while she peed on the stick.
But when those two pink lines come up almost immediately, they don’t even make it out of the bathroom. Hades is on her in an instant, kissing her and lifting her up to the bathroom counter and refilling her with his cock.
“Forget our jobs, ma belle,” he tells her as he takes her hard against the sink. “We’re taking tomorrow off too, and maybe a couple more days after that. You saved me from myself. And I got a lot of merci beaucoup planned for you.”
She’s not his prisoner anymore, but she immediately gives in with a wry chuckle. Then a long moan when he loves her into another orgasm.
Who knows what’s going on with
the original Hades and Persephone
these days?
But this one?
They’re beyond myths now.
They’re reality and salvation.
A forever
that won’t be broken ever again.
However after a few hours of celebration, the underworld-god-turned-ruthless-mogul’s plan to keep his future wife in bed for a couple more days immediately gets reversed when his Persy finally checks her text messages and the satisfied smile falls right off her exquisite face.
“What has passed?” he asks in French.
“It’s Daphne,” she answers, her eyes going over the message again. “She says it’s an emergency and Tess needs my help.”
* * *
Oh no! What’s happened!?
Oh, my gosh, thank you so much for reading this epic story. I knew Hades would come in two parts from the beginning—one that would finish up the Ruthless MC series and another that would soft introduce the very last collection in my 50 Loving States series, Ruthless Moguls, which will feature Geoff Latham, Yom Rustanov, Lukas Brandt, and a trio of very wicked billionaires.
I do not even want to talk about how in my emotions I am right now that we’re at the beginning of the end of 50 Loving States—honestly holding back tears as I write this. I know I’ll write some big epic thing when the last book drops.
But I just want to say thank you to all my sister readers who have travelled with me this far. I know some of you have read every single state, and I could not appreciate you more for coming with me on this journey.
Sister Readers, look me in these virtual eyes. I love you all so much. And I can’t wait to finish this epic series with you in 2023.
All my appreciation and utter adoration,
Theodora Taylor
P.S. Here are your Easter Eggs….
1. Waylon and Amira Fairgood - WAYLON: Angel and the Ruthless Reaper
2. Griffin - GRIFFIN: Red and the Big Bad Reaper
3. Doc and Vengeance - VENGEANCE: Snow and the Vengeful Reapers
4. Woods and his doctor love - His Forbidden Bride
5. Colin Fairgood - His for Keeps
6. Meet August Brandt - Cynda and the City Doctor
7. Meet sasha x kasha - Ruthless King
8. If you somehow got this far without reading the Stephanie’s and Galen’s epic backstory - HADES: Stephanie and the Merciless Reaper
And if you’re curious about
Keane and Lena….
Keep reading for a preview of
their intense, second chance love story.