Chapter 42-MATURE CONTENT

MADDIE

My legs felt weak from that mind-blowing orgasm. Yet, Hades didn't give me enough chance to recover. He quickly positioned himself in between my legs.
"Hmm..." A soft moan escapes my lips when I feel the tip of his member brushing against my entrance. "W-Wait...I-I...just came..." I pleaded, but of course, he didn't listen. There's no way he'll be stopping in any minute. 
I gasped for air when he finally pushed his shaft inside me. He was easing himself slowly to make sure that I was feeling every inch of him invading my core. 
"Fuck! You're too tight," he groaned as he continued to ease himself inside me. 
He moved with a slow, aching rhythm, like he wanted to carve himself into my very soul. I can feel him inside me moving inch by inch, slowly filling me to my core. He was so big. He was stretching me to my limits. 
I didn't care about the food sticking onto my hair or the sauce of the food that was spilled all over my shirt. I'm hungry for something else that only he can fill.
"This was supposed to be your punishment, young lady. But aren't you enjoying this too much?" He said with a playful smirk playing on his lips.
"Well, whose fault is that, old man?" I teased him back.
He chuckled, "Who are you calling old man?" he said before slowly easing himself out only to push it back again harder.
"Aaahh!" I shouted in surprise, but at the same time, I was tickled by the sudden movement of his member inside me. "Hades—" I was about to scold him when he repeated it again, causing my body to tremble in pleasure.
"You're saying something?" he teased. "I'm sorry, this old man was having a hard time hearing," he added, playing along with me calling him old. 
"Don't tease me like that!" I scolded him.
"Like what?" he replied innocently before thrusting his whole inside me.
"Ooohhh...fuck!" I screamed in pleasure.
"You have a filthy mouth, sweet bunny. What shall we do with it?" he said before reaching for a glass of wine. He took a sip before leaning towards me. He placed his lips against mine, and the next thing I knew, I tasted the bittersweet taste of wine running along my mouth.
I don't know where to put my head at. My mind was filled with so much pleasure that I didn't know where to focus.
The world outside that room no longer existed. It all disappeared under the heat of his skin against mine, under the weight of his gaze as he looked down at me like I was the only thing that mattered.
My hands found his shoulders, gripping tightly—not to pull him closer, but to steady myself. I was slipping, falling deeper into something I couldn't quite name. And every sigh he dragged from my lips only pulled me further down.
"Hades..." I whispered his name, catching in my throat like a prayer I didn't know I was saying.
He paused for a second, his forehead resting against mine, our breaths mingling, our hearts racing in the same frantic beat. "I love it when you moan my name," he murmured. His hand brushed the side of my face, gentle, reverent. "You drive me insane, sweet bunny."
He pushed himself up with both of his hands pinning against the table, caging my head in between them. I saw how he looked at me. It was as if he was seeping through my very soul. There's something almost dangerous in its tenderness. It was the kind of look that made my walls tremble, the kind that whispered promises I was too scared to believe.
"I will move now, sweetheart," he murmured, the warmth in his voice wrapping around me like silk. His eyes held mine for a heartbeat longer, like he was asking for something he couldn’t quite say aloud.
The first slow thrust sent a ripple through me—my breath catching, my fingers clutching his shirt, holding myself together.
 He moved with purpose, with a rhythm that felt too practiced and yet too personal, like he knew exactly how to unravel me. Every push and pull of his huge member left me trembling, his length filling me so completely that I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my lips.
My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, drawing him deeper. "Please..." I whispered, my voice ragged with need, my name for him suddenly sounding more like a plea than a protest.
"Say it, sweetheart. I want to hear it," he ordered.
And like a slave to its master, I followed his order. "Please...I want more..."
He groaned low in his throat, like the sound of my voice alone fed the fire between us. “Ahh! You're killing me," he replied as he slowly increased his pace. "You feel like heaven,” he rasped against my neck, his lips brushing my skin as he rocked into me again—slow, deep, claiming. “So tight."
Each thrust was a steady invasion, a grounding force that dragged me further from everything I thought I knew about us—about this arrangement. And somewhere between his husky whispers and the delicious tension winding through my body, I forgot why I ever wanted to keep my distance.
I could feel him everywhere—inside, around me, under my skin. It wasn’t just physical anymore. It was deeper than that. He was pulling something out of me I didn’t know I’d buried—something fragile, something dangerous.
And I was helpless to stop it.
He continued thrusting his hips, and his whole office was filled with nothing but our moans. I don't care about the people outside. I was drowning in so much pleasure that I was able to ignore the danger of having sex in a public space such as his office.
All I want right now is to feel his whole member railing my core. He was thrusting so hard that I moaned loudly whenever his huge shaft hit the deepest part of my femininity. 
I can feel he's almost there, and so am I. One full thrust and I feel his whole body stiffen, followed by a loud groan.
"Aaaahhh...fck..." he moaned loudly. 
I knew he reached his peak. I thought he was going to stop, but he didn't. He continued thrusting until my body convulsed and trembled as pleasure crawled through every part of my being. 
"I'm coming!" I screamed in pleasure as I had my release.
We were both panting as we lay there on top of the table, waiting for our bodies to cool down. After a few minutes of silence, Hades pulled himself out of me. 
"Hmm..." a moan escapes my lips when I feel his whole exiting my body.
He smirked as he looked at me lying on top of the table. He pulled out his condom and tossed it out in the trash can. 
"Come, let me help you clean up," he offered, and he laid out his hand.
As I get up from the table, I get a glimpse of myself from the glass wall and nearly groan out loud.
Great. Just great.
My hair was a mess—wild and knotted, with what looked like a smear of chocolate mousse clinging to one of the strands. My blouse, once crisp and professional, now had a wrinkled collar and a glaring stain right near my chest that I definitely didn’t walk into this office with. And to top it all off, my skirt was ripped, probably from him pulling it aggressively.
Heat rushed to my cheeks from absolute mortification.
I gave Hades a sharp look, ignoring the amused glint in his eyes as he lazily adjusted his tie like he hadn’t just ruined my entire image in the span of twenty minutes.
“Look what you've done! I can’t go back out there looking like this,” I hissed, gesturing to the battlefield of my appearance.
Hades leaned against the desk, arms folded, utterly unbothered. “You look beautiful,” he said, smirking.
I glared at him. “I look like I just crawled out of a closet after a one-night stand.”
His grin widened. “We didn’t use a closet.”
I groaned, covering my face with both hands. “This isn’t funny! I can’t walk back to my table looking like this. Everyone will know. They’re not stupid.”
“They won’t know,” he said, straightening and walking over to me. “They’ll assume. Big difference.”
“Oh, that makes me feel so much better,” I muttered sarcastically.
He chuckled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear—the strand with mousse on it. I swatted his hand away. “Do you have any suggestions?”
Hades tilted his head thoughtfully. “I can have someone bring you a fresh shirt from my office wardrobe.”
“Oh yes, that’s not suspicious at all.”
“Maddie, relax.” His voice was low now, almost coaxing. “No one’s going to say anything. And if they do…” He paused, his expression turning suddenly serious. “They’ll deal with me.”
I sighed, crossing my arms. “Why don't we just announce to everyone that we're in a relationship?” I said sarcastically.
“I'm fine with that,” he said with a grin, brushing his thumb against the corner of my mouth.
To my horror, his eyes lit up. He stepped closer with that wicked grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I’m fine with that,” he said casually, like he was suggesting we order pizza for lunch. His thumb brushed gently against the corner of my mouth, wiping away what was either a smear of lip gloss or proof of my current bad decisions.
I blinked up at him, stunned. “Are you insane?” My voice rose a little in panic and disbelief. “We can’t!”
Hades tilted his head, his expression softening with amusement but still unreadable beneath it. “Why not?”
“Why not?” I echoed, throwing my hands in the air. “Because they’ll think I got this job because I’m sleeping with the boss—which, let’s be honest, now they might not be wrong about!"
He was quiet for a moment, letting me ramble as I paced in front of his desk, my heels clicking angrily on the polished floor. When I finally looked back at him, expecting to see arrogance or even mockery, I was met with something else—something softer.
“You’re my wife, Maddie,” he said, his voice low and calm. “You have every reason to be working in my company.”
My stomach fluttered at his words—dangerously warm and possessive—but I clenched my jaw. “That’s not the point.”
He stepped toward me again, hands slipping gently around my waist. “Then what is?”
“That I want to earn this,” I whispered, looking away. “I want to stand on my own in this place. Not as your wife.”
Hades was silent again. His thumb brushed slow circles against my hip. “Then we’ll keep it quiet,” he said eventually. “For now.”
I looked up at him, skeptical. “You’ll behave?”
He smirked. “Define ‘behave.’”
I groaned, lightly smacking his chest with the back of my hand. “You know exactly what I mean.”
He caught my hand mid-swing, lifted it to his lips, and kissed the inside of my wrist like we had all the time in the world. “Whatever you want, sweet bunny. I’ll behave.”
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