Desperate Housewives of Olympus by Saranna DeWylde Read Free Book Online

Hades? Won’t you protect what’s yours?” She couldn’t believe she’d said it, the look on his face said he couldn’t either. The shadows gathered around him and that made her even hotter for him. He was so powerful, so strong, but broken too, just like her.
    “Mine? What fresh insanity is this? You told me no millennia ago, beautiful Hera. You wanted a crown of gold instead of a crown of thorns. What I can give you hasn’t changed, except where once I would have loved you, all that’s left is the endless dark.”
    “Give me your darkness, Hades. All of it. Hard and fast. Spill it inside me and make me yours,” she said breathlessly.
    He yanked her against him, slamming her into the broad and immovable wall of his chest. “What has my brother done now you would punish him so?”
    She pushed her hands inside his jacket and up the planes of his back and shoulders. “Nothing he hasn’t done before. I made him the King of the Gods, Hades. He doesn’t deserve the title any longer. I want to take that away and give it to you.”
    “I’ll be far worse than Zeus, lovely Hera. Whereas he gnaws at your heart one bite at a time, I’ll rip it out of your chest. My own heart is nothing but soot and ash. There will be no love from me. Nothing but me fucking you in the dark.”
    She knew his words were meant to shake her, meant to make her fear, but they didn’t. She only wanted him more. Hera boldly propped her leg on the chaise behind them and she drew his hand past the laces of her leather leggings and into her wet heat.
    “At least it’ll only hurt once.”
    He pushed three fingers inside of her slick channel. “It’ll hurt more than once. Because when your heart is gone, the shadows burn. They’re just as hungry and needing as a heart ever was.” His other hand cupped her face, a gesture at odds with his words and the violent thrusts of his fingers inside of her.
    “I don’t care, Hades. Do you want me to beg?” She turned her face in to his caress and stroked her tongue down the length of his forefinger. Pleasure shot through her when he closed his eyes against the lust she’d wrought in him. “How long has it been for you? How long did you deny yourself for Persephone?”
    “Centuries,” he growled. Hades pushed another finger inside and she was stretched as fully as she’d ever been. When she thought she couldn’t stand any more, his thumb brushed her clitoris, he was in control again. “What if I said yes, that I wanted you to beg me? Beg for my unclean touch; the Master of the Dead to violate you in ways that will live in your nightmares, but make you come so hard you need it as much as you fear it.”
    Her slit tightened at the promise, but she eased away from the pleasure of his hands and slid down to her knees. Anything to make Zeus pay had become anything to get Hades to comply. She didn’t just want him now for the act of betraying her husband—she wanted him because her body sang with ecstasy at the slightest brush of skin on skin. She wanted him because he could give her all the things Zeus wouldn’t.
    Hades had always burned with a single-minded intensity. He may not ever love her, but if he was fucking her, it would be only her. She looked up at him—met his gaze unflinchingly.
    “Then I would beg, Master of the Dead and Lord of the Underworld. Violate me in any way you’ve ever dreamed, make me suffer for denying you, only touch me.” She unlaced the corset to give him an unobstructed view of her heavy breasts.
    “Take it off,” he demanded.
    She complied, bared herself to his gaze.
    “And what of my brother, your husband?”
    “What of him?” Hera lifted her chin in defiance.
    “Will I be getting his leavings? When I sink into your heat, make you scream, will you be full of his seed?” Hades asked coldly.
    He truly didn’t know. This knowledge that she would share with him made her look away. She could look him in the face and demand to be his lover, but she was ashamed