Chapter 13

MADDIE

"Are we going to discuss the terms of the deal or not?" I asked him, brushing off his sly grin.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by my sudden determination. "Very well," he said, settling into the chair opposite me. He picked up the contract, glancing at my signature before looking back at me. "You understand what you've agreed to, right?"

I nodded, trying to hide the unease that was bubbling beneath my composed exterior. "I'm not stupid."

"Good. But first, we need to do something about that attitude," he said, setting the contract aside. "Sit," he commanded, gently tapping his thigh to indicate that I should sit on his lap.

My eyes widened in shock. Was he really asking me to do that? My mouth fell open, and I remained seated, unable to move a muscle.

He chuckled, a low, mocking sound. "What? I thought you understood what you signed up for," he taunted. "Are you backing out now?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

I squinted my eyes at him, feeling the frustration and defiance bubbling up inside me. He knew I couldn't back out now. He was taunting me, pushing my buttons, and I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cave.

"No," I said firmly, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "I'm not backing out." I stood up slowly, my legs feeling tremble as I took a hesitant steps towards him. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to turn and run, but I pushed those thoughts aside. We had a deal, and I will held the end of the bargain.

His eyes locked onto mine, a challenge glinting in their depths. I took another step, my heart pounding in my chest, and finally reached him. I took a deep breath before I straddled onto his lap, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. My muscles tensed, every nerve in my body on high alert.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a mix of approval and amusement. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer.

I felt his growing bulge pressing against my center. I hate to admit that he holds a power to ignite my body until it burns in too much desire.

"Now, what?" I asked, rolling my eyes at him.

"Now, we'll discuss the terms," he said, his hand gently stroking my back.

"Sitting like this?" I asked while my eyes almost ball out.

He smirked as he take another sip from the glass that he was holding. "Why not?"

I pressed my palm against his chest as I tried to pushed myself up. But his arm that was wrapped around my waist was quick to pull me tighter.

"Go on. Try moving." His words sounded like a threat.

I clenched my jaw, struggling to decide whether I should move or stay put. I bit my lower lip, trying to calm myself down, but our position awakened something inside me that I never knew existed. His touch felt like wildfire, spreading rapidly through every inch of my body.

My throat suddenly felt dry when his eyes landed on my lips. His hand moved slowly to my chin, tugging my lip with his thumb.

"Don't bite your lip," he commanded under his breath.

"I don't take orders from you," I replied, my eyes now fixated on his lips as well.

His grip on my chin tightened slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "You will learn to," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. His thumb continued to tease my lip, sending shivers down my spine.

"And if I don't?"

I fought to maintain my composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. My body reacted to his every touch, every word, betraying the defiance I tried to hold onto. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin.

"Oh, I'm sure you will, sweetheart," he murmured, his lips brushing lightly against mine, "I am pretty good teacher."

A surge of defiance flared up within me, but it was quickly drowned out by the heat of the moment. I wanted to push him away, to assert my independence, but my body betrayed me. Instead, I found myself leaning in, drawn to him despite my better judgment.

His lips hovered just a breath away from mine, the tension between us palpable. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel his eyes watching me intently, waiting for my next move.

"I won't let you control me," I whispered, more to convince myself than him.

He chuckled softly, his breath mingling with mine. "We'll see about that," he replied, his voice dripping with confidence.

Before I could respond, he closed the distance between us, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. It was both commanding and tender, a blend of power and passion that left me breathless. I felt myself melting into him, my resistance crumbling as the kiss deepened.

His hand started to travel from my waist, moving slowly but deliberately. As his touch ascended, I could feel the heat of his hand through the fabric of my dress. It was a torturous journey, each inch setting my skin aflame with anticipation. When his hand finally reached my chest, a soft moan escaped my lips as he began to squeeze gently.

The sound seemed to ignite something within him, and he deepened the kiss, his lips moving more urgently against mine. I could feel his heartbeat quickening, matching the rapid thrum of my own. His hand continued to explore, his touch both firm and gentle, sending waves of sensation through my body.

The room around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in this heated moment. His lips left mine to trail down my jawline, his breath hot against my skin. I tilted my head back, giving him better access as he nipped and kissed his way to the sensitive spot just below my ear. Another moan slipped out, louder this time, as his hand continued its exploration.

"Maddie," he murmured against my skin, his voice husky with desire. "You drive me crazy."

I could barely form a coherent thought, let alone respond. Instead, I let my hands roam over his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles tense and shift beneath my fingertips. His other hand moved to my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.

Every touch, every kiss, every breath seemed to pull me deeper into a vortex of desire. The world outside ceased to exist, replaced by the intoxicating reality of Hades and the fire he ignited within me.

I wanted to protest, to push him away and regain control, but my body refused to obey. It was as if he had cast a spell over me, and I was powerless to resist. His hands and lips were everywhere, leaving a trail of heat and longing in their wake.

"Hades," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He paused for a moment, his eyes searching mine. There was a flicker of something in his gaze, something almost tender, before it was replaced by the familiar intensity. "You belong to me now," he repeated, his voice firm yet laced with an undercurrent of affection.

I nodded, unable to speak, my heart pounding in my chest. In that moment, I realized that my fate was irrevocably tied to his, for better or worse. And as his lips claimed mine once more, I knew that there was no turning back.

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