Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 68

Hades leaned back slightly, feigning innocence. “What do you mean?”

I glanced at the food, then back at him, trying hard not to look as flustered as I felt. “You don’t have to do that. I can eat myself…”

He shrugged lazily, his eyes glinting. “You were staring at the food like you’re afraid of it. I doubt you’d actually eat if I didn’t help.”

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Our gazes met, his bemused, mine tight with stubbornness, and I clenched my spoon, my knuckles whitening, as if I could somehow keep my heart from thundering out of my chest. I looked down, muttering under my breath, I’m not sitting here because of you. I’m doing it for her. I still stand by what I said, I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

I was shameless. I was sitting here, about to eat food in his house, yet spewing that nonsense. But it was better this way, if he told me to stop eating, I’d just leave and pretend I didn’t care.

Still, I knew I’d regret not tasting at least a bite.

“I see,” he said, almost indifferent.

He slid a plate of scrambled eggs in front of me, his voice deep. “We’ll talk about that later, princess. For now, eat.” He leaned closer, his breath brushing my cheek, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief. “Or do you prefer to be eaten?” His teeth flashed in a wolfish grin.

I swallowed hard and quickly leaned back, heat crawling up my neck. “I–I’ll eat,” I blurted, scooping up a forkful before he could push further. There was no way I was getting eaten by a wolf.

The eggs melted on my tongue, it was so good I almost moaned out loud. I bit the inside of my cheek to hold it in, acutely aware of his gaze burning into me. Every time I cleared a plate, he slid another in front of me, like I was some pampered doll he intended to feed forever.

Finally, I set my spoon down and looked at him. “Aren’t you going to eat anything? Or are you just going to keep watching me?”

Hades cast the table of food a disinterested glance before his eyes returned to me. “I’m not interested in anything other than you.

My face heated instantly. Damn him. Why was he so honest?

He studied me like he was savoring my reaction, then his gaze flicked to the bowl of strawberries on the table. His voice dropped, low and coaxing. “But… I wouldn’t mind if you fed me.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. He smirked, his attention fixed on the strawberries, his tone seductive enough to curl heat in my stomach.

“Feed me, princess.”

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Violet

“Feed me, princess.”

The deep voice echoed across the dining table, and I stared at him as if he’d just grown two heads.

My eyes flicked from his mischievous face to the strawberry, and immediately every warning bell in my head screamed trap.

This was definitely another trap. I told myself but my treacherous gaze dropped to his lips. Those infuriatingly pink, and kissable lips. I imagined them sinking into the strawberry, the juice dripping down the corner of his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick it away-

I squeezed my thighs together under the table. Which was a big mistake, because his eyes dropped too, as if he could see right through the wood.

My cheeks flamed, and I shook my head quickly, snatched up the plate, and shoved it toward him. “H–here, you can feed yourself.”

He glanced at the plate with disinterest before looking back at me, lips curling into something dangerously smug. “My hand hurts. Why don’t you help me out?” he drawled, shamelessly parting his lips as if telling me to feed him.

I gawked at him. His hand hurts? He had literally been using that same hand to put food on my plate just a second ago. Now, all of a sudden, it was useless the moment it came to feeding himself?

I wanted to smack him back to his senses with a wooden spoon, but I knew better. He wouldn’t let it drop until I caved, and the longer I dragged it out, he’d only find new, infuriating ways to torment me with his shameless flirting.

Or perhaps that was just the excuse I told myself, because deep down, I actually wanted to slip that damn strawberry between his lips.

I looked at the strawberry, then back at him. His face was calm, but I caught the faint twitch of his lips, he was dying to smile.

I bit my lip, glanced around the room. Naomi was still in the kitchen, humming to herself.

Thank God.

I sighed, shoulders dropping. “Just one,” I muttered.

I picked up a strawberry with my fingers, my hand trembling slightly, and pushed it toward his waiting mouth. His lips curled into a slow grin just before he bit into it.

For a moment, I felt relieved, but when I tried to pull my hand back, his lips closed around my finger.

Every muscle in my body locked as my brain short–circuited again. His mouth was warm, and his lips soft.

My pulse thundered in my chest.

Before I could pull away, his fingers curled gently around my wrist, trapping me. His tongue traced slowly along my finger as he sucked the strawberry from it, lingering just enough to make it clear he was savoring more than

the fruit.

I nearly fell off the damn chair.

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Heat rushed through me, pooling low in my stomach, my vision blurring for a moment. A strangled sound slipped out before I clamped my mouth shut, horrified that if I made another noise, Naomi might walk in and catch us

like this.

His blue eyes glimmered with something dark and hungry.

“H–Hades…” I breathed, my voice barely there. “Please stop.”

His gaze flicked over my flushed face, and he chuckled softly, the low sound vibrating against my skin. Then, at last, he released my wrist, his lips slipping from my finger.

I yanked my hand back as if burned, shoving it under the table and clutching it against my lap. My entire face burned.

He smirked, leaning back casually, as if he hadn’t just shattered the last thread of my sanity. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Not so hard? Easy for him to say. If he loved teasing so much, maybe he’d enjoy it when I slipped my foot against his damn cock just to mess with him.

I opened my mouth, ready to unleash hell, but nothing came out. I knew he would’ve loved nothing more than to watch me overreact, because nothing amused him more.

So instead, I snatched up the glass of water and drank, as if I could drown the fire he was slowly igniting inside me. I didn’t dare look at him while he chewed the strawberry.

The cool water slid down my throat, until something at the edge of my vision made me freeze.

He was leaning back against the chair, arms crossed, eyes fixed on me. He looked serious. It was so unlike him that my stomach twisted.

I lowered the glass slowly, waiting for him to speak.

He tilted his head, and when he finally did, his tone was casual. “Have you ever thought of finding another job? Or rather, a long–term job, Violet?”

The glass slipped from my hand with a faint clink against the table.

He just called me by my name.

“What do you mean?”

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