Chapter 41-MATURE CONTENT

MADDIE

"Your hands seem to be working perfectly fine, Mr. Grant. I don't see why I have to feed you," I said, rolling my eyes at him with exaggerated annoyance. My words carried a hint of defiance, but it was half-hearted at best. Deep down, I already knew I was going to give in to his antics.
Despite my protest, I moved around the desk and walked towards him with a dramatic sigh, pretending to be reluctant. I could feel his gaze following my every move, amused and smug, as if he knew I'd cave the entire time.
"You always say no before doing exactly what I want," he teased, his voice laced with amusement.
I was just about to slide into the empty seat beside him when, without warning, he reached out, grabbed my waist, and pulled me toward him. I let out a small gasp, barely having time to steady myself before he guided me effortlessly onto the edge of his desk, positioning me right in front of him like I was meant to be there all along.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, my voice sharp with surprise, my eyes widening as I looked down at him.
He shrugged casually, completely unbothered by my reaction. “Having my lunch,” he replied, tone deceptively innocent.
I narrowed my eyes, suspicion prickling at the back of my neck. I knew that look. That smirk. That playful glint in his eyes. He was up to something—and it definitely wasn’t about food.
“So,” I said slowly, crossing my arms as I glared down at him, “what exactly am I doing on your table, Mr. Grant? Because if I’m not mistaken, I’m not part of your lunch menu.”
He leaned back slightly, his smirk deepening. “Oh, but how sure are you about that?” he asked, his voice dipping low, the tease in his tone unmistakable.
I rolled my eyes, but my heart was already racing, and I hated how my body always reacted to his games—how one look, one touch, and suddenly I was flustered beyond reason.
I narrowed my eyes at him, still perched on the edge of his table, trying to steady my breathing and slow the rapid thudding of my heart.
“Mr. Grant…” I warned, my voice low with suspicion.
“Yes, Mrs. Grant?” He asked, feigning innocence as his fingers lazily trailed along the edge of my knee, his touch sending shivers up my spine.
“There are people outside!” I scolded him as his fingers continued to leave traces that burned my skin. But despite my faint defiance, my body betrayed me by leaning into his.
He tilted his head, eyes locked on mine with that maddeningly smug glint. “I'm not doing anything wrong, Mrs. Grant,” he said again, picking up a teaspoon and scooping a tiny portion from the steak sauce. He then lifted my skirt up, revealing my thigh. He then proceeded to put the sauce on top of my thigh. 
My throat went dry as I watched his every move. I gasped for air when he suddenly leaned closer. My eyes automatically closed as soon as I felt his wet tongue licking the sauce off my thigh. 
"Aaahhh..." An involuntary moan escapes my lips. My breath caught. “You’re insufferable.”
“Yet, you're still my willing victim,” he replied, his voice velvet-smooth, full of knowing. “Sitting on my table, letting me have you exactly where I want you.”
My jaw clenched, not because he was wrong—but because he knew he was right. That infuriating certainty of his, the way he could pull me into his gravity with just a few words and a lingering glance.
“You left me with no choice,” I insisted, trying my best not to let him know that he controls every inch of my body.
He laughed, low and rich. “You're wrong, bunny. You bewitched me. The choice has always been yours.” He smirked as he slowly pushed my skirt up until it finally exposed my center. "The only thing that I am guilty of is..." He didn't finish his sentence. He leaned closer until his delectable lips touched the edge of my ear before he whispered. "...I can be a little bit persuasive," he said before running the tip of his finger across the edge of my ear, sending jolts of electricity through every fiber of my being.
"And a bit aggressive," I commented.
He chuckled, "Ditto."
I crossed my arms. “So, are you actually going to eat?"
He smiled. "Feed me," he ordered me. "It's your punishment for letting your husband starve."
Rolling my eyes, I picked up a piece of grilled chicken. “Fine,” I muttered, lifting it to his lips. “Open wide.”
He parted his lips with a slow, deliberate grin—but instead of simply taking the bite of chicken , he leaned forward and took both the food and my fingers into his mouth. His eyes never left mine, the intensity in his gaze making my pulse quicken.
The moment his warm, wet mouth wrapped around my fingers, I sucked in a sharp breath. My heart thudded against my chest as an involuntary shiver ran down my spine. He didn’t stop at a simple bite; he let his tongue swirl slowly around the tips of my fingers, savoring the taste with maddening patience.
My mouth went dry.
He held my gaze the entire time, as if daring me to pull away. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I was frozen in place, entranced by the way he moved, the way his mouth worked around my skin like I was part of the meal he intended to devour.
When he finally released my fingers, his lips brushed against them like a kiss, his voice low and teasing as he murmured, “Tastes even better.”
I stared at him, my cheeks burning. I held my breath when his other hand started unbuttoning my shirt. He was moving with precision while I was dying in too much anticipation.
My chest moved up and down as my breasts were revealed right before his eyes. I could see the burning passion in his eyes as he stared at my bare chest. I gulped when I noticed him dip his finger into the bowl of white sauce. He scooped the sauce from the bowl and gently brought his finger before wiping the sauce against the valley of my breast. 
I took a deep breath when he started to lower his head to my chest and licked off the sauce from it. I felt his tongue brushing against my skin, and that was more than enough to get me wet down there. 
He spread my legs wider and positioned himself in between. The thin fabric of my underwear was not enough to stop me from feeling the pleasure of his shaft rubbing against my center. 
"I think I'll be having you as my main course," he murmured. 
I felt his fingers going under the lace of my underwear. It didn't take long before he started pulling it down. 
With the little sanity left in my body, I quickly grabbed both of his hands on my side and stopped him. 
"Wait! We can't do it here. People might suspect!"
He smirked, "Bunny, do I look like I care?" he said before pulling my panty off in a swift. "I can f*ck you hard in front of them if I have to. But I wouldn't do that. I'll never let other people see your beautiful face when you cum."*
*I was about to protest when he suddenly inserted his finger inside me.*
*"H-Hades!" I shouted his name in surprise.*
*"I love the sound of my name coming from your lips. But I like it better when you were moaning my name instead of shouting," he said as he continued to move his fingers inside.*
*"Aaaaahhhh...fck...s-stop it." What's coming out of my mouth is the complete opposite of what my body wants. I was moving my hips, dancing along to the tune of his finger.*
*"No? But why are you so wet down here?" he teased. "You are such a liar," he whispered against my ear before he started thrusting his fingers inside me.*
*"Fuck!" I cursed loudly, followed by a loud moan. I arched my back and threw my head back as the unbearable sensations ran through every vein in my body. "Oooohhh...fuck! I'm coming!" I shouted as I felt the rush of my delectable orgasm.*
*I was catching my breath when I slowly opened my eyes. I was immediately welcomed by his intense gaze as he licked off my juices from his fingers.*
*"Bunny, be a doll and put your feet up on the table, will you? I'm done with my appetizer, and I'm moving on with my main course," he ordered me.*
*I feel like I was under his spell. I followed his instructions without a second thought. I raised both of my feet and rested on the edge of the table, exposing my bare center right in front of his mesmerizing eyes like a food offered to the god.*
*He pulled the chair behind him and sat down to position himself in between my legs. My body felt weak from that mind-blowing orgasm that leaned my head back, and I rested my elbow on the table, not minding the food laid out on it.*
*He then grabbed both of my thighs and lowered his head until I could feel his tongue running along my slit.*
*"Aaaaaahhh!" I screamed in pleasure as he slowly moved his tongue in every corner of my pussy. The room was suddenly filled with nothing but the sound of my moan.* 
*His tongue continued to dance along with the sinful rhythm of passion and desire that both Hades and I shared. He hardened his tongue and started thrusting into my core as if he was searching for the most exquisite delicacy he ever tasted.* 
*I just had my release, yet he didn't give me enough chance to recover. I was still so sensitive that my hip moved with every flick of his tongue. My eyes almost rolled to the back of my head the moment he sucked that tiny little bud in the center of my femininity. I laced my fingers along his hair and pulled it tightly, not sure whether to pull him closer or push him away.* 
*The tingling sensation was so much that I had the urge to move my hips away from his mouth, but he was quick to grab my thighs tighter and pull me closer to him.* 
*"Ooohhh...holy fck, I'm cumming again!" I moaned louder as my hips shivered in too much pleasure. My body finally gave in, and I collapsed on top of the table, ignoring the food sticking on my body.* 
*I was so wasted that I don't even have the strength to open my eyes. All I wanted was to take some rest and sleep.*
*"Oh, no, bunny. You don't get to pass out on me. We're just getting started."*
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