Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 51

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Let them worship the ground you walk on

Violet

It took me forever to calm him down. God knows what came over Hades, but he actually wanted to take me somewhere else, just so no one else could see me. After all that time, after all that effort, after enduring Sierra fussing over my hair and makeup for an hour, and after putting on the dress that nearly gave me a heart attack when I heard the price, this man really wanted to keep me locked away for himself.

And the worst part was that he was dead serious about it.

The makeup artists alone cost more than my college tuition Sierra had said their names so casually. And I still couldn’t wrap my head around it around the dress. Twenty million dollars.

Twenty. Million. Dollars. For a fabric!

Even thinking about it now made my blood pressure spike.

Matthew had spoiled me before, expensive dinners, designer clothes, even that one gown he’d bought that Hades had shredded the first time we slept together, but this was on another level. I’d only ever accepted Matthew’s gifts because there was no return policy, and at least the price had been somewhat reasonable.

But this? I couldn’t accept it. I’d opened my mouth to ask for something else, but Sierra, with her infuriatingly calm tone, had said, “If she doesn’t want this, then bring another one. I think the forty–million–dollar gown would be a good option.”

Forty. Million.

I swear I almost fainted right there.

So yes, here I was, wearing the twenty–million–dollar gown because there was no way I was walking out in a forty -million–dollar one. My heart couldn’t handle it.

But honestly, the money wasn’t even the worst problem. The worst problem was sitting beside me in the car.

Hades.

The man couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

We were on our way to the venue, and what was he doing? Testing my patience, and my sanity. His hand had started innocently enough, resting against my thigh. But it didn’t stop there. Inch by inch, he kept going higher, sliding over bare skin, making my blood hum with every movement.

I tried to ignore it. I pressed my nails into my palm, bit the inside of my cheek, stared so hard out the window I thought I’d burn a hole in the glass. But he wouldn’t stop. He was enjoying himself.

I hated that I wanted to lean into it. Hated how easily my boly betrayed me, how my pulse quickened, and how my skin burned.

Why couldn’t this man just sit still for once?

His hand went higher.

I flinched, every nerve in my body sparking as his fingers bushed against the thin fabric of my panties. Heat shot through me, and I couldn’t pretend to stare out the window anymore. My hand flew down, clutching his wrist in panic.

“W–wait-“I stammered, finally turning toward him.

He was leaning back casually, one hand resting against his face, looking so calm, while my face burned so hot I

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was sure I was seconds from combusting. Before I could even finish what I wanted to say, the car slowed and came to a stop. Alec’s voice came from the front seat, flat and unterested.

“We’re here.”

He didn’t look back. It was obvious he already knew exactly what was going on in the backseat and wanted absolutely no part of it.

I shoved Hades’s hand away, heart still pounding, and face the opposite direction, desperate to collect myself. My voice came out small.

“W–we’re here…” I said, but before I could fully retreat int myself, Hades leaned toward me.

I instinctively leaned back, pressing against the leather seat my eyes wide. “What are you doing?”

That smile, the one that always felt like he was three steps head of me, curved across his lips.

“We’ll continue this later.”

My breath hitched. Continue? What did he mean by that? My face heated again at the thought, but before I could demand answers, he moved, reaching for the elegant box set on the seat between us.

When he flipped it open, I gasped.

Inside was a mask, if it could even be called that. Small and lelicate, it shimmered with glittering diamonds.

“What is this?” I whispered.

“A mask,” he said simply, as though it wasn’t the most ridiculous, extravagant thing I had ever seen in my entire

life.

“But-“I began, ready to protest, but he didn’t let me finish.

He leaned in, and gently placed the mask over my face. His hands were careful as he tied the ribbon behind my head, the brush of his fingers against my hair making me flinch at the intimacy.

His voice brushed against my ear. “If I wanted to get something for you, princess,” His breath tickled my skin as he pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. “I’ll get something so stunning, it would be worth hiding your breathtaking face.”

I froze.

My heart stuttered painfully, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe. Nobody had ever said things like that to me. Nobody had ever looked at me like I was worth something.

I didn’t want to feel this way. I didn’t want to melt under hin, didn’t want to let myself be fooled.

But whether I liked it or not, this man treated me like I was more than I ever expected to be. More than even Cinderella, waiting for her glass slipper. And maybe, for the first time in my life, it felt nice to be seen this way.

The door opened, and before he even stepped out, people were already talking.

“Who is that?”

“I think… oh my god, that’s Mr. Hades!”

“What’s he doing here?”

“Take pictures, come on, hurry!”

“He’s so good–looking…”

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Even with the clicking shutters, the flashing lights, and the whispers, none of it seemed to matter to him. Hades ignored them all, moving with his usual arrogance, as though the crowd existed only to fill the background

He turned back toward the car, extending his hand inside teme.

“Come on, princess. Don’t keep daddy waiting.”

My eyes widened at his words, heat flooding my cheeks. Aurmur rippled through the people outside.

“What? Is someone still inside?”

“That’s impossible, Hades never brings women to events like this!”

My gaze dropped to his hand.

So many people were out there. They were attention I’d spent most of my life avoiding. My chest tightened with panic, but then I looked at him.

The way he stood there, the way his eyes pinned mine that old me no matter what happened out there, he wouldn’t let anyone touch me.

I took a deep breath, and finally placed my hand in his.

He pulled me out, effortlessly, and the instant my heels touched the pavement, the crowd gasped.

“Oh my god, it’s a woman!”

“Who is she? She’s gorgeous!”

“I have no idea. But look at them, he’s so protective of her. I’ve never seen him like this before.”

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The flashes blinded me. My palms were clammy, my heartbeat loud in my ears. I had never had this much spotlight on me before.

With Matthew, I stayed away from the cameras, I hated the exposure. Nora, on the other hand, loved the attention and walked beside him, basking in it while people speculated about their relationship. I was always in the

shadows.

But not now, I was standing beside Hades.

I swallowed, when suddenly his arm slid around my waist. The weight startled me enough to look up at him.

He leaned close, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“Chin up, princess. You’re my date, the most stunning one here. Let them worship the ground you walk on.”

A shiver ran through me at his words.

I unclenched my trembling hands, lifting my chin as he commanded. I didn’t want to embarrass him. So I straightened my back, forced my body to relax.

His mouth curved in approval. “Good girl.”

And with his arm secure around me, he guided me forward.

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The chase is always so much fun.

Hades

I walked her into the hall, my hand around her waist. The flashing lights and endless camera shutters meant nothing to me, I had long since grown immune to their noise. But tonight, I slowed my pace. I walked as if I had all the time in the world, savoring the sight of Violet beside me.

She was nervous. She wasn’t used to this spotlight. And yet, part of me wanted to keep her hidden, tucked away where no one else could lay eyes on her. But she wasn’t meant to be hidden.

She was more than that.

She deserved their admiration, their envy, their awe. She deserved the best of everything, and I would see to it that she had exactly that.

“Miss, can you smile!”

A photographer rushed forward, far too close, shoving the lens practically into her face. She stumbled back in shock, but my hand tightened on her waist, steadying her. My cold eyes lifted to the man.

He froze mid–step, swallowed hard, and stumbled back.

The crowd went silent. The cameras stopped clicking.

No one dared to move.

“I–Im so sorry, ma’am!” The photographer said before running away

Beside me, Violet’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden hush. I shifted my gaze back to her, softening my mouth into something resembling a smile.

“Let’s go, princess,” I murmured.

She nodded quickly and walked forward with me. Behind us. I heard the photographer mutter, trembling, “Oh my god… that was so scary. Did you see his eyes? I thought I was about to go to hell.”

Perhaps he wasn’t wrong. He had very nearly taken the first step into it. Only her presence at my side had controlled me, and kept me from snapping his camera in two along with his bones. For her, I’d play the part of civility.

Violet tilted her head toward me, whispering, “What was that? He looked scared.”

I glanced down at her, my expression all innocence. “I have no idea. Maybe he saw something frightening.”

She studied me suspiciously for a moment before nodding slowly, clearly unconvinced.

We stepped into the hall, and immediately the energy shifted. Every head turned toward us, and conversations stopped. Every gaze in the room followed our every move.

“That man… he looks like Hades.”

“Oh my god, he’s here.”

“Who’s the woman beside him? Her face is covered, but I’ve never seen her before.”

“She’s stunning. Is she his new bride?”

“I’ve heard the rumors, could it really be true?”

I felt Violet’s eyes on me. “They recognize you, even with the mask,” she muttered, almost to herself.

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My lips curved, amused. “Let’s say you owe someone money. Wouldn’t you recognize the face of your debtor, even in your sleep?”

She blinked at me, clearly unsure what I meant. My attention swept over the room. The crowd looked uneasy, none of them daring to move closer. As if a single step forward might cost them more than they could afford.

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