Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125

Chapter 125

Hades

I was going to ruin this woman.

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I was going to ruin her to the point that she would never think about anyone else again. I was going to ruin her so completely that even if she ever found herself in another man’s arms, her mind, and body would betray her.

And that thought both thrilled and terrified me. I didn’t know whether to laugh or be furious at myself for what I was feeling. Because I had never felt like this before. Never felt the need to be jealous over another man.

I was Hades Sinclair. Jealousy was beneath me, a petty, human emotion. It meant weakness. It meant caring. And I didn’t care about anyone.

Women had tried before, parading new lovers in front of me, begging for a reaction I refused to give. I’d just watched them with the same cold amusement I gave everything else in life. And when I was done with them, I walked away without looking back. But Violet… God, Violet was different.

I hated the way I felt when another man looked at her. I hated it even more when that man was Roman. My brother.

“If you accomplish whatever it is you want, you’ll leave. So how many months or years are you planning to stay married to him?” Roman’s voice echoed in my mind.

A cruel little smirk tugged at my lips.

How many years?

I chuckled under my breath, the sound low and dark.

He thought this was temporary. That she’d leave when she got whatever she wanted. That I’d let her leave.

I wasn’t planning to let her go. If she ever tried, I’d remind her exactly who she belonged to. Because whether she realized it yet or not, she was already mine.

Violet unbuckled my belt, freeing my cock, and her hands wrapped around it, trembling slightly as she squeezed me.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my hips pressing instinctively toward her. Every flick of her fingers sent fire straight through me, making me pulse harder, and demanding release. Her body was still shivering from the aftermath of the orgasm I’d driven her through.

She parted her lips nervously, before whispering, “H-Hades… I have a question.”

I should take her right now. I should press myself against her, grind my hard cock against her slick, trembling clit, and bury myself inside her, making her scream my name as I owned every inch of her. The thought alone made my control fray, my hips twitching, aching to fuck her senseless. But I didn’t. It was good to be a gentleman every once in a while, and even better to watch her squirm, dripping and desperate, before I claimed her completely.

I leaned back, eyes locked on hers, a smile curling my lips. “A question, huh?” I murmured. “Could your little question possibly be more important than having my cock buried inside you?”

Her cheeks burned crimson. “… In a way.”

That earned a low, dark chuckle from me. I tightened my grip on her waist, pulling her impossibly closer until I could feel her wetness coating me. Then I shifted, just enough for the tip of me to rub over her swollen clit, and her sharp gasp was music to my ears. Her body jerked violently, nails digging into my skin as she tried to keep herself still.

“Oh… my God,” she moaned, voice trembling.

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“Then ask your question, princess, and make it worth my attention. Because the moment I get bored, I’m sliding inside you, and I won’t stop until you’re screaming my name, and begging for mercy.”

She swallowed hard, eyes flicking to my cock before darting away, trying desperately to control herself. “T-that day.. when I went to my uncle’s house…”

“Hmmm,” I hummed, leaning back slightly, my eyes never leaving her face. I kept rubbing slowly over her clit, my cock straining in my hand. Every subtle movement of her hips, every whine she tried to suppress, made my grip tighten. Her lips twitched as she bit them, trying to stay composed, but I could see her clit pulsing, clenching around nothing. desperate for what I refused to give.

“I… met my uncle that day,” she continued, voice barely above a whisper. “And he said something strange.”

I tilted my head, nonchalant, keeping my slow, deliberate rub over her clit. “I see,”

“H-he said something strange,” she repeated, shivering under my touch. My cock throbbed against her slick. She whimpered, her lips parting involuntarily as her body betrayed her.

“Is that so?” I tilted my head, my eyes narrowing as I studied her My grip tightened around her waist, keeping her pressed to me. My cock hardened further, twitching against her clit as the thought of sliding inside her teased my mind.

“He said, Jillian, the man who hit me killed himself. Do you… have anything to do with that?”

I froze, staring at her. She stared back, waiting for an answer.

I was about to speak, but then stopped myself. How would a normal person answer this? Normally, I would have said it straight, yes, I killed him. After all, he touched her. But Violet wasn’t like me. What was normal to me might terrify her. I hated lying, and yet, it seemed she already knew. She wasn’t asking for the truth, she wanted confirmation.

“What do you think, princess?” I asked. “Do you think I killed him? No, wait. Let me ask it properly. Would you leave me, if I told you

I did?”

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