Sinful Hearts: A Dark Mafia Enemies To Lovers Romance
Sinful Hearts: Chapter 27

“How do you feel?”

Like shit, that’s how.

Like absolute. Fucking. Shit. At least I’m feeling relatively sober after throwing up all the champagne in my stomach, and I’m feeling a lot better after the shower I just took. But still…not great.

Wrapped in a robe, I step out of my bathroom into the bedroom. When he asks the question, I raise my eyes to Hades, who is currently in my room, sitting on my bed.

Why not sitting in, say, in the living room? Because he’s not wearing pants, seeing as I threw up all over them an hour and a half ago. And Hades sans pants is not something I’m exposing the fifteen-year-old who also lives in this apartment to.

I mean, he’s not naked. But he might as well be. Currently, he’s wearing black boxer briefs and an old, super-oversized t-shirt of mine. On him, though, the fucking thing looks like it was painted on. It would be comical if it wasn’t so outrageously sexy.

“Like a steaming pile of hot garbage,” I mumble. “But better.”

And a lot more sober.

Which is unfortunate. Because if I was drunk right now it would be infinitely easier to face him, after throwing up in his lap. Not to mention the verbal diarrhea before that, not to mention whatever horrific things I blurted at that woman he was there with.

My brow furrows as I look at the floor.

“Hades, I—”

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“You were about to apologize. Don’t.”

My throat bobs as my eyes lift to his. “It’s pretty embarrassing.”

“Don’t sweat it. It could have been worse.”

My mouth twists. “Exactly how could throwing up on you have been worse?”

He smirks. “You could have had my cock in your mouth when your fifteen thousand glasses of champagne came back up.”

I blush fiercely. “I…yeah. Well, thank you for not letting me make a fool of myself while drunk.”

“Oh, you did a solid enough job of that all by yourself.”

I groan. “I mean the way I was acting in the car. Not all guys would have stopped me from…yeah.”

“I’m not most guys.”

“No shit.”

I blush as the acknowledgement pops out of me, my face heating as I turn away.

“I have to apologize to that woman you were with for saying all of those horrible things to her.”

He shrugs. “She’ll get over it. We’ve all been there.”

“Yeah, well, that was…” I shake my head. “Pretty bad. I was way, way out of line, and I don’t know how—”

“If you seeing me with her made you feel even a fraction of how I’d feel seeing you with another man, you don’t have to explain shit to me,” he hisses quietly. “But to clarify, Vanya Mirzoyan and I are only friends. And barely that.”

I shake my head. “That’s none of my—”

“Yes, it is.”

My eyes snap to his. “No, it’s not. Who you choose to—”

“I’m not interested in screwing around with anyone else, Elsa.”

My face heats, my teeth clamping down on my bottom lip.

“Oh.” I clear my throat. “Have you…I mean, since we’ve been…” I whirl away to walk over to the window, unable to meet his eyes. “Wow, okay, please forget any of that just came out of my—”

“No.”

I shiver at the low growl in his voice, turning to glance over my shoulder at him, sprawled against my headboard in boxers and a tight t-shirt, looking like original sin.

“No, I haven’t. And for the sake of them continuing to breathe and remain alive, there had better not have been any other men.”

There’s a lethality to his tone that simultaneously scares me and turns me right the fuck on. I suck on my teeth as I turn to him.

“There haven’t been,” I say quietly. “Other guys, I mean. You’re…” I press my lips together. “You’re it.”

Something savage, primal, and triumphant gleams in his eyes.

“Why hadn’t you, before me?” he asks, turning and letting his gaze pierce into me.

“How did I get to twenty-six without screwing anyone?”

His jaw grinds. “Yeah. I mean, I’m not judging, but you’re gorgeous, smart, successful…”

I shrug. “A boy I was sort of dating in high school was really aggressively pushy about us ‘taking things to the next level’. And it just totally turned me off. Then as I got older, casual sex never really interested me, and I never had the time for relationships, not with my job and my life. That, and most men are awful, especially if you’re—how did you put it?— ‘gorgeous, smart, and successful’.” My brow knits again. “And then you hit a certain age where you still haven’t done anything, and by then it’s become an issue. It’s either a deal-breaker when you meet someone. Or it’s the opposite. They fetishize it.”

His jaw tightens, like merely mentioning a hypothetical scenario of me meeting and dating another man has his fury rising. I can see the violence he’s feeling toward men who don’t even exist written so clearly across his face that it has my pulse tingling like a flame under my skin.

“The last time I actually tried dating was almost four years ago. I went on a couple of dates—”

“Define a couple of dates,” Hades rasps darkly, his blue eyes instantly turning stormy and vicious.

“Oh, strictly anal and gang bangs,” I shrug with a grin, obviously joking.

…Or not so obviously, given the way Hades suddenly looks like he’s planning summary executions in his head.

“I…that’s a joke?”

“I think I was clear before how I felt when it comes to you joking about things like that.”

I swallow, shivering with heat.

“Okay. For real. It was dinner out, three times. Except it turned out he was the kind of guy who fetishizes virginity. Like, that’s what he was interested in. Not in me as a person, not in hearing about my career or other parts of my life in any capacity. Just in my worth as determined by whether or not I’d slept with anyone before. It was dehumanizing and gross. After a few dates, I told him it wasn’t going to work out, and he proceeded to stalk me for three years—Nora, too—until I got a restraining order. Then I moved continents.”

Pure, malevolent, rage explodes behind Hades’ face.

“Name,” he snarls darkly.

“What?”

“Give me his fucking name.”

My face heats as I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter. It’s over and done with. I don’t think a public execution is needed to protect my honor, Hades.”

“It can’t hurt.”

I smile, shaking my head again. “I’d just like to forget about it, honestly.”

I turn to take a seat. But the reading chair in the corner of my room is currently occupied by a massive stack of legal documents and some folded clothes. And my bed is currently occupied by a reclining, nearly-naked, Greek god.

And this is a tough choice because…?

Because I’m embarrassed about what happened tonight, obviously. But also, I’m scared what it says about me that all I want to do is slide onto that bed next to him.

Into his arms, preferably.

But this is only supposed to be fun. It’s supposed to be wild, unhinged, no-holds-barred sex, nothing more. And snuggling in bed together after divulging a dark secret about myself seems like it crosses a line from “just sex” into something more than that.

“I’m not going to tackle you if you want to sit on the bed.”

I blush vividly—both at his mind-reader ways, and the slight disappointment I feel when he says it. But just the same, I nod, smiling as I walk over to sit on the edge of the bed. It feels forced and awkward. So a second later, I move back to sit up against the headboard next to him.

I sigh, my mouth twisting. “I really am sorry I was such a bitch to that woman tonight. I just…” I shake my head, sighing. “It’s just that this is all so new to me. Seeing you, I mean—” I blush. “I mean, not that we’re seeing each other seeing each other. But…I mean, I…you—”

“Elsa.”

I shiver when his hand drops to mine, taking it in his much bigger one and squeezing.

“This is new to me, too.”

I scoff. “What, coming home with a girl and not getting laid?”

“Coming home with a girl when I’ve already come home with her before.”

My brow knits. “Hmm?”

“I don’t do repeats,” he says quietly. “Ever. I’ve never once been with someone, or gone out with someone, and then done it again.”

On the one hand, thinking about Hades going home with anyone, even once, makes me feel homicidal. And that alone is something I should probably unpack with the help of a professional. But also…hang on, what?

“And I like that I was your first…”

I tense.

He feels it.

“…not because of any fetish regarding your fucking virginity. But because it saves me from having to go find, castrate and murder anyone else who’s ever touched you before.”

I blush, grinning as I bite my lip.

“Why did you kiss me that night?” Hades suddenly growls.

My pulse quickens as he turns to me.

“I mean you just said you weren’t interested in casual sex. But you picked me of all people, in a fucking sex club, to finally lose your virginity to, at twenty-six.”

I nod. “And?”

“And I think I fucking deserve to know why.”

He does. But I can’t tell him. Part of me—actually quite a lot of me—wants to tell him about all of that. About Leo, and the pressure he was putting on me, and the threats. About how I went to that club that night with every intention of ripping the band-aid off and breaking my father’s hold on me.

But I can’t. Because I’m scared that if I do, he’ll get up from this bed, walk out the door, and never come back.

“I…” A deep breath. “I guess I finally decided I wanted to. I was going to Venom with my boss for a client meeting anyway.”

“With Dante?” he growls. “That’s what you were talking about earlier that day at the meeting?”

I nod. “Except when we got there, I wasn’t needed for it after all.”

“And a sex club where everyone wears masks and doesn’t use names is a pretty solid place to go if you’re in the market to lose your virginity to a stranger but have a fear of that stranger bumping into you on the street afterward and forcing you to face your sins.”

Mother. Fucker. He’s good at this—reading my mind, peering inside my soul. Seeing my thoughts, however hidden I keep them.

“Yeah, basically.”

He sighs. “And you picked me because of my…reputation.”

My lips twist as I nod. “Yeah. Sorry. I figured if nothing else you’d know what you were doing.”

He shrugs and sighs. Neither of us says anything for a minute as we sit there on the bed, holding hands. When I glance at him, I see that his jaw is clenched tight. Then he looks away.

“I don’t do what I do because I’m this emotionally stunted sex addict that everyone seems to think I am, you know.” His jaw ticks. “I was thirteen when I lost my virginity.”

I wince. “Jesus, Hades…”

“My brother, Atlas, used to really beat on me, hard. I mean, he used to beat up on all of the brothers, but I was the only one stupid enough not to stay down, so he took a special interest in making my life hell. When I was thirteen, he decided the reason I was ‘a pussy’ and ‘a threat to his authority’ was that I hadn’t been with a girl yet.”

His face darkens, still turned away from me.

“He got me drunk, took me to a brothel, shoved me into a room with a woman twice my age, and said he wouldn’t let either of us out until we were done. Until I was ‘cured’.”

My heart breaks for him. My very soul hurts at the idea of a young Hades—Jesus, younger even than Nora—being forced to do that.

“I’m so sorry,” I say quietly. My hand squeezes his, twisting as our fingers entwine.

He just nods.

“That’s why I don’t like being fucked up or drunk when I’m being intimate. I mean, a drink or two is okay, but…”

We sit there for another minute in silence, just holding hands, allowing the openness of everything we’ve just shared with each other to settle as it will.

“For what it’s worth,” he finally says quietly, turning to me, “it wasn’t easy.”

“What wasn’t?”

“Resisting you in the car tonight.”

Heat blooms across my face and down my chest under the robe—which, I’m suddenly hyper aware, is the only thing I’m wearing.

In a bed.

With Hades.

I swallow as I turn to glance up at him. “Because I was drunk…?”

He nods, his jaw clenched tight and his eyes smoldering with ice-blue flame, as if he can barely restrain himself from touching me or doing so much more than that.

“I… I’m not drunk anymore—”

My words melt away to a whimper as he turns, grabs my face, and crushes his mouth to mine. His tongue pushes past my lips, tangling with mine as I moan into his lips and slide onto his lap.

The comically small t-shirt he’s wearing is on my floor in a split second. And I’m shuddering and moaning as he pushes the robe off my shoulders. His fierce gaze slides over me slowly, drinking in every naked detail of me in the low light of the bedroom. I gasp as his mouth drops to my breasts, his teeth grazing over a nipple before he bites down.

Fuck.

I cry out, my back arching as he ruthlessly bites and sucks first one nipple and then the other, turning my core molten as I grind against the thick, hard bulge in his boxers. Hades growls, pushing me back as if to pin me to the bed. But suddenly, I’m shoving him back against the headboard, turning the tables on him as I shake my head.

“Uh-uh.”

I kiss him deeply. Then, pulling away, I let my mouth trail first down his jaw, then his neck, relishing the way his muscles tense and coil under the touch of my lips. I move lower and lower, down over his abs, then even lower still.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing, kitten?”

I blush as my eyes drag up to his, my fingers slipping into the waist of his boxers. “Finishing what I started earlier.”

I peel the elastic down, and then whimper when his huge cock springs free, fully erect, slapping heavily against his abs.

Holy shit.

It takes my breath away every single time I see it. And just like every other time, the incredulity that this freaking thing actually fits inside me is both startling and outrageously sexy.

I keep my eyes on his as I reach for him, curling my fingers around his girth before lowering my mouth to the swollen head. I stroke him up and down, having to use both hands as I kneel between his legs.

My tongue drags over and around the crown, and the way Hades groans so deeply, the way his abs clench so tightly as his hips raise toward me, sends a pulse rippling through my core. I moan, licking him again, dragging my tongue down to his balls before lapping all the way back up to the top.

My lips part, and when I take him inside my mouth, Hades hisses in pleasure.

“Just like that,” he growls. I shudder with electricity as his hand slides into my hair and holds it in his fist. “Such a good little kitten.”

I moan, swallowing him deeper into the back of my throat. Hades groans in pleasure, fisting my hair as I bob my mouth up and down, tasting the salty sweetness of his precum on my tongue.

I go faster, and he groans deeply. Then I slow down, sensually making a big show of dragging my wet tongue around his head until it’s slick and glistening with my spit. I suck the head between my lips, teasing the slit with the very tip of my tongue before I pull away and lock eyes with him.

“Show me how you like it,” I purr softly.

Hades groans, his teeth flashing.

“I can get rough, kitten,” he growls.

Heat explodes through me.

“Good.”

His fist tightens in my hair, pulling hard enough to make me flinch, but also hard enough for pure desire and heat to flood my core, turning my thighs slick with need.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

I whimper and nod eagerly.

“Let’s find out just how good you can be.”

My eyes bulge as he suddenly rams his cock deep. I choke, but I force myself to open my throat wider, taking more of him. My eyes water, but the burning need and throbbing ache for him only grows hotter and fiercer as he gets rougher.

Hades hisses as his fist holding my hair guides my head up and down his throbbing, hard, glistening, wet cock. The lewd wet gluck sounds of his cock fucking my mouth has me more turned on and wetter than I’ve ever been, and I start to moan as I squeeze my legs together.

My mouth bobs faster as I swallow his cock deeper. Spit runs down his shaft as I stroke it, dripping onto his heavy balls as his thighs tighten and his abs ripple.

Our eyes lock as I swallow him deep, opening my throat all the way for his big dick as pure lust roars in his eyes, thrusting in and out.

“Come in my mouth, daddy.”

I don’t know why I say it. Perhaps a hidden kink I didn’t know I had, or one he’s brought out in me. Maybe from some porn I watched. Who the hell knows. But it just tumbles out, and when it does, suddenly I’m the one being teased and pushed to the edge. Saying it out loud has me so fucking wet, I could come right now just from touching my clit.

And Hades? For him, saying those words out loud is like pulling a trigger. His eyes flash, his jaw grinding viciously. He snarls as he grabs my hair in both his hands, his abs flexing as he thrusts hard up into my mouth, until he’s fucking it as if it’s my pussy riding his cock.

Our eyes lock. My world blurs.

“Please come in my mouth, daddy,” I blurt between thrusts.

And suddenly, with a groan, he’s burying his cock deep in my mouth and exploding across my tongue.

I moan, greedily swallowing the thick salty-sweet ropes of his cum as he floods my mouth. But there’s too much, and I can’t do it fast enough. Whimpering, I pull back, stroking him fast as my tongue dances over his crown. I can feel his cum, hot and sticky as it spills out onto my mouth and my chin, dripping lewdly down my cheeks as I get it all over me.

When I’m done, I’m actually stunned at my own behavior.

What the fuck just came over me? It’s like I couldn’t get enough of his dick—like I was cock-drunk.

I blush fiercely as I look up at him, half expecting shock or a weird look in his eyes.

Instead, I just see pure. Fucking. Need.

All over his face. In his clenched jaw. In the way his cock is still rock hard in my hands.

In the way he looks at me like he wants to devour me.

And before I know what’s happening, I’m gasping and my eyes are starting from my head as Hades throws me down on the bed, wrapping a hand around my throat and moving between my legs. I whimper as he lifts my ankles and throws them over his shoulders. He lines his throbbing cock up, easing it between my swollen lips as our eyes lock.

I blush, feeling his cum starting to dry on my skin. “Hang on, let me—”

I cry out, arching off the bed in pleasure when he thrusts every single inch deep into me.

“Uh-uh, kitten,” he growls, his muscles rippling and his eyes blazing as he grabs my hips, my ankles still over his powerful shoulders as he starts to fuck me hard. “I want to watch you come on my dick with my cum all over your face like a good girl.”

He slams into me, and my world explodes. The angle is so fucking perfect he’s hitting places inside of me I didn’t even know were there, and it feels like I’m drowning in him. I reach back, clawing at the headboard for dear life as Hades impales me on his cock over and over, letting me feel every thick, hard, swollen inch of him as he fucks me like he’s trying to kill me.

He reaches out, wrapping a hand around my throat and squeezing just enough to send me into outer space as his cock rams into me over and over. The edges of my vision darken, and my sanity blurs. My eyes roll back, my face crumpling before I force my gaze to lock with his.

When I do, the dark, smoldering fire in his eyes utterly consumes me as he completely dominates my body. The pressure swells as my skin flickers with sensual fire. My core tightens and my legs start to shake, until suddenly, there’s no stopping it.

“Come on my fucking cock, kitten,” Hades rasps, his eyes locked with mine. “Come for daddy.”

Holy. Fucking. FUCK.

When I come, it hits me like a bomb detonating, and everything goes white. I’m barely aware of his hand covering my mouth to muffle my cries of pleasure as I explode for him. The waves come faster and harder, growing more and more powerful as I come a second time, then a third as he keeps fucking me relentlessly.

Suddenly, he’s leaning over me and slamming his mouth to mine, swallowing my screams of pleasure as he groans into my lips. His entire body tenses up as his cock swells even bigger inside of me, pulsing as his cum spills deep.

I’m fairly certain I’m dead. Or at least, not in reality anymore. I’m floating in the ether somewhere, barely aware of my own existence as I feel his body cocooning around me, his lips and teeth nibbling at my neck.

What. The. Fuck. Was. That.

That wasn’t sex. That was a religious experience. That was nirvana. A brush with a higher power.

That was insane.

I’m flushed, slick with sweat, and still trembling when I can finally open my eyes. Hades is still poised right above me, his eyes locked on mine.

…and I’m fairly certain we’ve just left “causal sex” somewhere in the dust.

“What the fuck did you just do to me—”

I jolt, gasping and whipping my gaze to the bedroom door when I hear the pounding against it.

“Are you fucking done yet?! Or am I going to have to go for a walk!?”

Holy shoot me now in the fucking head.

It’s my fucking sister.

I cringe as Hades grins devilishly at me.

“I’m so sorry, Nora!!” I blurt, my face filling with heat. “The TV was up too loud and—”

“Yeah, because I’m a fucking idiot, Elsa!” she yells through the door. “So? Am I going walking or not!?”

“You’re not going for a walk at…” I glance at the clock and cringe. “One-thirty in the morning!”

“Then enough already!!”

When her bedroom door slams, I groan and bury my face in my hands. Hades chuckles, gently sliding from between my legs and moving off the bed. A second later, he’s back, and I gasp as I feel something warm and wet between my legs.

A washcloth.

The lunatic, chaotic god of the underworld is cleaning me after sex.

What is even happening.

“Hades…”

“Shh,” he commands with a finger to his lips. “We don’t want to wake the sleeping dragon again.”

I groan, blushing vividly. But I lie there, letting him clean between my legs, then wipe my face with a second cloth. When he’s done, he clears his throat as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“I should go,” he growls quietly.

“You don’t have to.” It just blurts out of me. “I mean, I know we’re just—”

“I’d love to.”

Heat tingles in my face.

“To?”

“Stay.”