Page 80 of Hades

Her head snapped up and she narrowed her eyes at me. “I swear to Lucifer, Brock, if you just slept with me and are now tossing me aside, I will kill you.”

She was so serious a shiver went down my spine. I almost fucking believed her. Actually, I did believe her. This woman would poison me again without hesitation. Making sure I didn’t survive. And part of me respected the fuck out of that.

“That fierce look on your face tells me you don’t believe that shit you spewed to Echo about me being bored with you after a few weeks.”

Her eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights. She sat up and asked quietly, “She told you what I said?”

“No, Isis did.”

“Isis?” she asked, confused.

“Lettie, whores talk. Gaia told Isis what you said when you gave Echo that drink.” I watched her carefully, letting her know I suspected exactly what she’d done. That I knew she’d made Echo sick. That I understood she was territorial enough to eliminate threats.

I expected denial. I expected a bullshit excuse, or maybe her begging for forgiveness with a promise to never do it again. What I didn’t fucking expect was for her to smile, snuggle back into my chest, and crow, “Hopefully she learns faster than you did.”

Fuck. My queen was perfect.

Lettie and I stayed up most of the night. No matter what I threatened, she wouldn’t promise not to do it again. Wouldn’t promise to leave the whores alone if they touched me. Part of me was glad. I wanted her jealous, or rather, territorial. Fuck knows I was territorial myself. I’d kept my mouth shut when I saw Apollo holding her hand. What I wanted to do was rip his hand off, but my brother had suffered enough in the last few weeks, so he got a pass.

For now.

Lettie walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, steam billowing around her, and my dick swelled with desire. Despite being inside her most of the night, I wanted to push her back onto the bed, crawl over her body, and bury myself deep. Wanted to fuck her until neither of us could walk. Until she was so full of me, she’d be leaking for days.

But church was a necessity this morning, and I was the one who called for it. It wouldn’t look good as the VP if I skipped church to fuck my woman. Sitting on the edge of the bed watching her cover that perfect body with clothes made me want to weep.

She had a body that deserved to be admired by thousands, and if I wasn’t a selfish motherfucker I’d parade her around the fucking clubhouse. Then laugh at all the jealous cocksuckers who didn’t have the right to touch what was mine.

She walked by me, and I grabbed her hips, pulling her to stand between my knees. My hands covered her ass, and I squeezed. She felt so soft and perfect and mine. Her hands rubbed over my shoulders, and she smiled down at me.

“What are your plans while I’m in church?” I asked, letting my hands drift down over the back of her thighs.

“Well, I was thinking I might take the time to get to know the rest of the club whores.” She gave me a look of pure innocence, but I wasn’t falling for it.

“Do you have any more shit with you?”

“No.”

“Lettie,” I warned.

She threw her head back and laughed. “I promise, I don’t have any left.” She pulled away and moved toward the door. “Not with me, anyway.” She winked and opened it, letting Cerberus into the room. He jumped on the bed and eyed me, a low rumble coming from his chest.

“It’s my fucking bed,” I growled back at him.

Lettie tapped her leg, and Cerberus snorted and jumped to the floor, trailing behind her. I shook my head and did the same. I’d follow this woman straight to hell if that was where she wanted me to go. Would burn the world down if she asked. Would kill anyone who threatened her without hesitation.

I caught up to her and took her hand. Together we walked into the kitchen and sat down with plates of food. “Will you hang around until I’m done?” I asked between bites.

The wheels turned in her head as she considered it. “I will. I need to take Cerberus outside for a walk.”

“A prospect can do it.”

“Not a chance,” she said firmly. “Cerberus would eat them alive.”

She was right—though Pegasus could probably hold his own. Cerberus huffed out a breath as if agreeing with Lettie. Isis entered the kitchen and paused, her eyes locking on Lettie.

“What did you do to Echo?” she accused.

“Isis, watch your fucking tone.”