Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Violet

I took a deep breath, forcing my chest to rise and fall even though it felt like all the air had been punched out of me. I couldn’t let myself get distracted by him. This wasn’t about feelings, or about me. It was for Sebastian.

Nothing else mattered. Nothing else could matter.

“Yes,” I whispered. “If it was any other man, I would have given myself to him. You make no difference.”

The silence that followed was louder than the ringing in my ears. The instant the words left me, I wanted to take them back, but it was too late. I swallowed, waiting for the backlash.

I watched his expression change. The shift in his eyes was slow but terrifying. I had never seen them darken like that. It was as if the very idea of me giving myself to another man was more than just distasteful to him, it was unbearable.

What now? Would he get angry? Would he shove me out of his house and wash his hands clean of me, like everyone else eventually did?

The thought made my chest ache. Worse, my mind scrambled uselessly for words I could use to beg him to help me if he decided to throw me away.

I was embarrassed but I didn’t care. I had no idea why Hades Sinclair wanted me at all, maybe I was nothing but a passing interest to him. Maybe he could change his mind in a second, and all of this would end. But until then, I needed him. And if I had to beg, I would.

I expected him to walk away, but instead of the cruel possibilities I’d rehearsed in my head, he did something else entirely.

He reached out, brushing his fingers against my temple before tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His hand lingered, warm against my cheek, cradling my face so I couldn’t look away. When his thumb settled beneath my eye, I realized my lashes were still wet from crying in my sleep.

“You must have been scared, and frustrated. You did good, princess.”

I stared at him, wide-eyed, my lips parting with no sound.

“…What?”

What was this?

Why was he looking at me like that? With eyes that weren’t teasing or mocking, but soft, and proud. Why did it sound like he meant it? Why did it feel like he wasn’t seeing the mess I was, but something worth protecting?

I didn’t understand, but heart betrayed me. It kicked against my ribs, as though it wanted to throw itself into his hands.

For a moment, all I wanted was to collapse into him. To bury my face against his chest and finally let everything out. I wanted to let someone else hold the pieces of me I couldn’t hold anymore.

I clenched my fists until my nails bit into my palms and forced myself to look away.

No, Violet.

Hades must have noticed my mood because a slow smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Now, all you have to do is relax, and watch everyone who made you suffer burn in the hell I’m going to create.”

His words sent a cold shiver down my spine. I wasn’t stupid. He had to have done his research. He already knew pieces of the

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night, maybe the whole thing.

“Does that mean… you’re going to help?”

Hades tilted his head. “Help?” he repeated, as if the idea amused him.

He chuckled, stepping away from me as he crossed to the desk on the far side of the room. Leaning against it, he opened a small black box, drew out a cigar, and with a flick of his lighter, brought the flame to its tip before taking a slow drag.

I found myself swallowing.

He turned, and cocked his head at me. “What made you think I was helping you, princess?”

“A-are you not?”

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