Sinful Hearts: A Dark Mafia Enemies To Lovers Romance
Sinful Hearts: Chapter 2

I’d have thought I’d be at least a little nervous, if not an outright wreck. But when he closes the door to the private room he’s taken me to, I don’t feel nervous at all.

On the contrary, I feel excited.

Giddy, even.

Hades’ jaw grinds as his eyes slide over me lustily, hungrily. I’ve honestly never had a man look at me with such obvious fire before. But why would anyone hold that back, here at a sex club of all places?

He prowls toward me, making me shiver in anticipation, eager for him to grab me, throw me down, and have his wicked way with me.

But he doesn’t do that. He just brushes past me, letting his fingers slide over my hip. I shudder, my breath catching as my eyes close, waiting for the pounce.

Which also doesn’t come.

Swallowing, I turn to see him continuing on across the dimly-lit room. The walls are a deep blood red like the hallway downstairs, the floor and ceiling are the same matte black, and the furniture is all done in matching tones of matte black, blood red, and gold.

Two couches sit in front of a crackling fireplace. There’s also a fully-stocked bar cart, a door that leads to what looks like a private bathroom, and a bed—a huge, four-poster thing covered in a deep red duvet with the golden Club Venom emblem of the viper emblazoned on it.

“Can I get you a drink?”

Yeah, no. I’m creeping past buzzed right now. If I have anything else, I’m going to be full on drunk, and I don’t think I want that.

Not for this.

I want to be loosened up, but I still want to be in control.

“Thanks, sugar, but I don’t need one.”

Then, in the single boldest move of my entire life, I lock my eyes with his, reach up, and slip the straps from my shoulders. The dress slips down my body, pooling on the floor around my black high heels with golden bows on them. I’m not wearing a bra, because in what world do you wear a bra with a dress like this? Which leaves me standing there in front of a man, for the very first time, in only cream lace panties and my heels. And the mask, of course.

Hades’ jaw clenches, his eyes roaming over my body. I can feel myself grow warm under his gaze, my nipples puckering to points in the sultry heat of the room.

“So…” I swallow. “Should we do this on the bed, or…?”

He smiles slowly, grinning at me as he takes off his jacket and folds it neatly across the back of the couch. He removes his tie as well, undoing the top few buttons of his shirt as he sits.

I cringe, realizing how clumsily I blurted that out. Okay, maybe I’m more nervous than I think.

“First time here?”

“I…” There’s no use in lying. Plus I’m remembering a law professor I had back at Cambridge who used to joke about only breaking one law at a time.

I’m already hiding who I am from a man that I know and work with, for the express purpose of him taking my virginity—without knowing it, or me.

Let’s not add any more lies to all that.

“Yeah, actually,” I blush. “A friend brought me.”

“Who’s your friend?”

I stiffen. He grins.

“That’s a joke. There’s no names here.”

“And here I was just about to ask you yours, silly me.”

His smile turns hungry and dark.

“No you weren’t.”

I shiver.

“And I think you like that you’re about to get fucked by a man whose name you don’t know, and who doesn’t know yours.”

You’re about to get fucked.

It’s so very Hades—crude, blunt, and yet sinfully arousing.

He sinks back into the couch, eyeing me with smoldering blue eyes. I shift on my heels, suddenly wondering if I do want that drink to calm my nerves. My arms cross my chest, as if making a pathetic attempt to cover my bare breasts.

Slowly, Hades raises a hand. Heat flushes my cheeks as he curls two fingers, beckoning me over.

“Come.”

I take a step toward him, but he shakes his head.

“On your knees.”

I shiver, heat pulsing inside of me and mixing with my nerves. For the first time, my eyes drop to the band on his wrist—green, with black lines.

Fuck me. I have no idea what that means. Taylor didn’t get that far. And suddenly, a little fear sinks into me.

Red meant sadomasochism. White was observing. But green? What the hell does green mean he’s into? Hurting me? Or me hurting him?Tying me up? Something involving urine? No, that would have to be yellow, surely.

I blanch, suddenly realizing I may have just bitten off way more than I can chew.

“It means I’m a Dom,” he growls quietly, watching where my eyes have landed. “Since it’s your first time here.”

“Oh.”

“It’s not red because I’m not specifically interested in hurting or humiliating you, if that’s where that fear in your eyes is coming from.”

I smile weakly, chewing on my lip.

“I…maybe a little.”

“You, however, are a puzzle. Your white and gold says you’re just here to look. But you grabbed and kissed me, most emphatically.”

I blush.

“And you’ve definitely got submissive written all over you. So: yes or no, right now. Are we going to play, little kitten, or am I going to leave?”

It’s now or never. Do or die. I could stop this whole insane plan right now.

But I already know I’m not going to.

I shake my head. “I’d like to play,” I whisper softly.

“Good girl.”

Fuck. Heat throbs between my legs as I squirm under his gaze.

“Now, on your hands and knees.”

My pulse thuds in my ears. Almost in a trance, I do as he says, crouching down onto the floor.

“Now you may come here.”

My face burns. But slowly, I start to move across the floor toward the gorgeous, dangerous man sitting on the couch.

I crawl all the way over to him, ending up between his spread legs. I shiver when Hades’ hand reaches down, cupping my jaw and tilting my head up, so that my eyes lock with his.

“Good kitten.”

Desire pulls at me, and I suddenly feel my panties grow slick.

Which is exactly when he kisses me again. His lips hungrily slam down to mine, his tongue once again invading my mouth. And I let him, willingly. I moan, shuddering as the eroticism and the craziness of it all hits me like a drug.

I whimper when he nips at my lip before pulling away. His eyes burn hotly as he pats the empty seat on the couch next to him.

“Up here. Crawl.”

A nervous sort of energy at the way he’s ordering me around and, oddly, calling me “kitten”, explodes through my core. But so does desire, hot and hungry, and I crawl up onto the couch.

Kneeling next to him, our eyes lock. Hades suddenly frowns.

“Where are you from?”

Shit.

“Tennessee,” I blurt in my Dolly Parton twang.

He smiles curiously. “You look so fucking familiar, kitten.”

I swallow, forcing a brave note into my voice that I don’t really feel.

“Do you ever get down to Nashville? Maybe we’ve—”

“Oh, I’m certain I’d have remembered.”

Without warning, his hand suddenly raises to my neck, and I shiver as his fingers wrap around my throat. There’s no pressure, but it’s a small gesture reminding me that at least for tonight, in this room, I’m his.

His fingers trail down over my collarbone and drift between my breasts. My breath comes faster and faster, because everywhere he moves is somewhere I’ve never been touched like this before. His finger traces up the slope of one breast, and he rolls the nipple under this thumb. I shudder, gasping as heat explodes between my legs.

“Turn around.”

I’m frozen in place.

“Turn. Around,” Hades growls, an edge creeping into his voice.

Finally I do as he says, turning on my knees so that I’m facing away from him, my ass in the air.

Shame, but also desire, pools in my core.

“Show me how wet you are.”

Heat explodes in my face.

“I—”

“Take your fucking panties off,” he growls. “Show me how fucking wet your little pussy is. And do it slowly.”

Trembling, my face throbbing, I reach back, still bent over, and slip my fingers into my underwear. I peel it down, feeling the throb in my face only grow hotter and spread further across my body. The lace clings to my arousal for a moment before peeling away, the panties dropping down my thighs to my knees on the couch.

Hades doesn’t say anything at first. I feel so fucking exposed, so…unhidden. And I’m close to yanking my underwear back up, grabbing my dress, and bolting out the door.

Until suddenly, I feel something I’ve never felt before. And it feels like pure. Fucking. Sin.

I cry out as Hades’ tongue drags up my lips, parting them, tasting how unbelievably wet I am. A moan rips from my mouth—hungry and eager—as he growls into me. His strong, powerful hands grip my ass, pulling me harder against his mouth and lewdly spreading me open as his tongue plunges into me, like he’s fucking me with it.

He doesn’t go slow. He’s not doing this to tease me.

He’s doing this devour me. To shatter me. To conquer me.

It feels amazing.

His tongue drags up and down my pussy, curling around my clit. His lips wrap around the throbbing, engorged nub, sucking away as my mouth falls open in a silent scream. Pleasure explodes through my whole body as his fingers dig into my skin and his tongue pushes deep into my pussy.

I start to come undone. My vision blurs, my arms shaking, then giving out. My face drops to the couch with my ass shamelessly up in the air as the god of the underworld turns me completely inside out with his wicked, sinful tongue.

His palm suddenly comes down hard on my ass, the spank ripping a sudden cry of pleasure from my slack mouth. He does it again, and again, until my skin is raw with heat.

Until my arousal is dripping down his chin as he devours me whole.

The spanks keep coming, and his tongue is merciless on my clit as I choke my pleasure against the couch, my nails digging into the upholstery. His lips wrap around my throbbing clit just as his palm crashes down against my ass again, and suddenly, I lose all control.

All at once, I’m coming, and I’m coming hard.

My eyes roll back in my head as my face caves in. The sob of pleasure rips from my throat, my entire body shaking and trembling. I shamelessly push my hips back against his tongue as I come for what seems like an eternity until I’m collapsing on the couch in a shivering, shuddering pile.

Which is exactly when he pulls my limp, trembling body into his lap. I moan as my legs spread to either side of his hips, realizing that somehow he’s naked now too. I stare at him, my mouth hanging open as I truly drink in the sight of Hades Drakos in all his savage, raw, sexual glory.

His tanned skin covered with tattoos. His bulging shoulders and powerfully muscled arms. The flat strength of his chest, and the unreal grooves of his chiseled abs and the lines of his hips pointing down to…

Holy. Shit.

I don’t realize I’m staring at his enormous, hard, throbbing cock until I hear the low growl in his throat. Then I’m gasping as he takes my hand and pulls it to him. He curls my small fingers around his thickness and drags his gaze up to mine as I sit astride his muscled hips.

“Now be a good little kitten and take my cock. I want you to guide me into that sweet little dripping cunt, and I want you to take every fucking inch of me like a good girl.”

Sweet. Jesus.

The way he talks is so outrageously filthy and sexual that it makes my very skin tingle with need. I chew on my lip, shivering, as my chest rises and falls heavily with my breath.

This is it.

I’m really doing this.

I’m shaking slightly as I rise up, using my hand to guide the swollen head of his gorgeous cock against my slick pussy lips. I’m usually somewhat…cavalier when it comes to maintenance down there. But knowing I was coming here tonight, to do this, I’ve shaved myself smooth. And the sensation of the silken head of his cock against my soft, bare lips takes my breath away.

I start to lower myself, eyes rolling back as I feel his head part my folds and sink into me.

And then suddenly, my eyes are staring wide as his strong fingers wrap around my throat.

“I told you to take my cock, not tiptoe around it.”

I whimper, my eyes locking with his through our masks.

“Take my fucking cock, kitten,” he growls. “I want to watch you fucking bouncing on it.”

He’s so fucking big, and I’m fairly petite, not to mention, I’ve never fucking done this before. But I’m also so wet that I can literally feel it dripping down his length over my fingers.

So I push down, gasping as I feel him open me up more and more, pushing deeper. There’s a sudden sharp pain that makes me wince, but when he growls and rocks his hips up deeper, the discomfort melts into pleasure as his cock ploughs into me.

Hades uses one hand to take both of my wrists, pinning them together at the small of my back. The fingers of the other tighten around my throat.

And then suddenly, without warning, he’s yanking me down.

Every. Single. Inch of him slides inside me to the hilt. I cry out, the choked sound of my pleasure filling the room as I shudder in ecstasy.

“Good kitten.”

And then, he starts to fuck me. Not make love to me. Not tease me. Not move with me. Fuck me.

Hades fucks like he’s breaching the walls of a city that dared to defy him, and I’m the evening’s conquest.

It’s insane.

I moan wildly as he bounces me up and down on his thickness, using his grip on my neck and wrists to guide me, as if I’m his personal sex toy. My back arches in pleasure, my mouth hanging open as the pressure and the insanity and the purely sinful heat of his savageness explodes through me.

I’m wetter than I’ve ever been, bouncing hard and deep on his fat cock. With a snarl he sits up, his mouth fastening around a nipple and biting—fucking biting—it. The effect it has on my body is immediate, like electricity crackling through me. I can feel myself tighten around him, the pleasure almost overwhelming as his mouth attacks one nipple and then the next, before moving on to my neck.

My eyes roll back in my head, and I moan wildly, losing all fucking control of myself and any idea of reality as he sucks hard on the soft skin of my neck. He rams into me over and over, biting and sucking and mauling my neck once, twice, three times as the room spins around me.

“I can feel how greedy your messy little pussy is, kitten,” he rasps into my ear. “So. Fucking. Desperate for my big, fat cock. So eager for my fucking cum.”

I start to come apart, to lose all control.

“If you want it, you’re going to have to earn it, kitten.”

He leans back against the couch, dropping his grip on my wrists but keeping it around my neck.

“Fuck my cock, kitten. Fuck it good and milk that cum out of my fucking balls.”

Something changes within me. My customary self, with my usual sense of utter control over everything, is already lying shattered in ruins around us. But the way he speaks to me, and the way he dominates me, and touches me, and fucks me is so consuming that something washes over me.

And when it does, I let go. I let go of my shame and my anxieties. I let go of the chains of my past and the confines of my life, so prim and proper up till now.

I let go, and I fucking ride him to Kingdom come, bouncing up and down on Ares’ god-like cock as the room melts around me. As my back arches, and my nails drag down his chest and abs. As my eyes lock with his through the masks, his fingers squeezing around my throat.

“Come for me, kitten.”

When I do, it’s like a fucking hurricane smashing into a coastline and destroying it. It’s a shift in reality. A force of nature. I scream as I explode, and then suddenly, his mouth is crushing to mine, swallowing my cries and my moans, as if he owns those too.

He owns all of me in this moment—my body, my pleasure, and my release.

I feel his cock swelling even more as he groans into my mouth, followed by the hot flood of his cum spilling into me.

Suddenly, we’re rolling over. Suddenly, my back is against the couch with my legs spread wide around his hips.

He’s still hard inside of me.

“What—”

“Oh, kitten,” he growls, lowering his mouth to my neck and biting down hard. “We’re just getting started.”

I lose track of the hours. But after four rounds of the most deviant, insane, body-breaking sex, and more orgasms than I can possibly count, the room is finally quiet. Hades is asleep next to me, his arm wrapped around me possessively, keeping me next to him.

I’m pulsing all over—trembling, as if I’ve just run a marathon—and I still can’t get my heart to stop racing. And I’m sore: so fucking sore, everywhere. Between my legs, of course. But also my thighs and breasts from his mouth. My neck and wrists from his grip. My jaw, from when I stretched it so very wide to try and fit his enormous cock into my mouth, still slick from my pussy.

I blush vividly, replaying it all in my mind. Feeling his cum on my skin, tasting him on my tongue. Feeling the soreness from his rough touch all over me, like a deep, sensual ache.

I’m grinning. I’m…different.

Lighter. Freer.

It’s over. It’s done with. Leo’s hold over me is gone.

But now, unfortunately, I have to be gone, too.

The Elsa that Hades knows was never here. He won’t ever know it was me. Because that was exactly the plan, however derailed it got when I picked him instead of a stranger.

But so be it.

It is what it is.

Wincing, I carefully slip out from under his arm. He stirs, but keeps sleeping as I quietly cross the room and quickly pull my panties and dress back on. I carry my heels in my hands as I cross the room back to the bed and lean over him, kissing his cheek softly.

“Thank you,” I whisper to my secret sin and my dirty little secret.

Then I’m gone.