My body was pressed against his hard slack and colliding underneath the agonizing tension, he lowered his mouth to mine and his tongue darted to run across my bottom lip. My core throbbed under his touch and my thighs clenched hard when he thrusted...
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MIA FAYE
I leaned in front of the sink and closed the door behind me. Holding the edges of the marbled sink, I examined my face in the mirror— from the sulken eyes, the prominent eyebags, I was a mess. I opened my suitcase, my eyes widening as only one thought raced through my mind.
I'd assumed that I would be having my own room and for that particular reason, I brought a nightgown— a short nightgown. I sifted through the heap of clothes, finding the one. Holding the fabric in front of my eyes, I let out a grunt and stuffed my face with the dress in absolute disappointment.
Pushing the thoughts away, I took a quick shower and got changed thereafter. Then, I stuffed my belongings back into the suitcase and slid it behind the door. With a quick glimpse in the mirror, I shook my head at my stupidity. The dress ended slightly below my ass. One stupid move and my whole ass would be on display.
I headed out, coming to a sudden stop when my eyes fell on Hades. He exited the washroom, shutting the door behind him. He didn't seem to notice me and neither did I make any attempt to alert him of my presence. I stood near the door and watched him pace the room. He grabbed the towel that slung around his neck and began drying his hair, flexing his biceps as he did so.
Ripples of water dripped from his wet hair, running down his exposed chest and disappearing into the waistline of his sweatpant. He looked so seductive with each of his movements making his muscles contract and leaving me unable to tear my stare away. He flung the towel to the chair before his eyes landed on me, narrowing further as he scanned me up and down, taking his time in certain places. His jaw clenched and he dropped his head down for a second before looking at me.
He approached me, a demanding edge in his tone. "What the fuck are you wearing?"
I furrowed my brows to show my discontent at his words. What right did he have to tell me what I should wear? I could be wearing anything and that shouldn't be any of his concern. I drew my hands in front of my chest, meeting his irritated glare.
"Something that people usually wear, clothes."
My words were probably too offensive to him because the next moment, he pinned me against the door. He grabbed both of my wrists and held them above my head and pressed himself completely against me. His abrupt motions caused the silk fabric to lift up, revealing my black lace underwear. He lowered his head to my neck, the droplets of water sliding down my chest.
"Say that again." His tone held firmness as if daring me to defy him.
I bit the insides of my cheek to suppress a moan at the coldness. His free hand gripped my hips roughly, slowly rising to my underwear. He wrapped one finger around the lace fabric, twisting the material in his hold. My breathing quickened when he brought his lips to my neck, flattening his sultry tongue against my collarbone and moved along my heated skin upto my neck.
