Sinful Hearts: A Dark Mafia Enemies To Lovers Romance

The orgasm curls my toes and arches my back, tearing through me like a hurricane until I’m not sure I can even stay standing.

Which is exactly when he pulls away, spins me around, and pins me hard against the door. I moan, still shuddering from the explosive release he just wrenched out of me as his mouth descends to my neck to leave fresh battle scars.

He grabs me, easily lifting me up against his body, his hands gripping my ass and my legs wrapped tight around his hips. Turning, he marches me across the office, and with one sweep of his arm, he clears my desk of just about everything except the computer monitors.

I shudder, whimpering as he plants me on the edge of it, spreads my legs wide, and unzips his pants. Moaning, I’m ripping at his shirt and dragging my tongue down the throbbing vein in his neck as I feel him pull out his cock. I glance down, my breath catching and my eyes flaring at the sheer gorgeous size of him.

Hades’ jaw clenches as he wraps a hand around his cock and pushes the fat head against my clit, making me whimper eagerly.

“Exactly how many times have you thought about my cock stretching you wide open and filling you to the fucking brim since the other night?”

I moan, locking eyes with him.

“Se-several times.”

“Be. Fucking. Specific, counselor,” he snarls, rubbing the swollen head over my throbbing clit and sending fresh fireworks exploding through my system.

“There’s no way I could keep track.”

He groans. “And how many times have you played with this pretty little pussy, thinking of me fucking it until you come all over my balls?”

I whimper, my face flooding with heat.

“I…”

“Tell me.”

“Four times,” I blurt, heat flooding my face and chest.

“Good girl.”

I gasp, clawing at him as he sinks the thick head of his cock into me. My eyes roll back as he pushes another hard inch inside, only to draw back.

“I like that I’m the only man who’s ever felt this sweet little cunt snug around his cock, kitten,” he growls.

God, is that outrageously sexy.

“I like that this pussy belongs to me and me onl—”

“That’s a bold statement,” I breathe. “Who says—”

I almost scream, my eyes rolling back as he buries every inch of his cock inside me with one swift, powerful thrust of his hips.

“Me,” Hades snarls savagely. “I say so. I’m the one who taught this little pussy how to fuck. How to come with my cock buried deep inside it. How to get wet and achy and needy when I’m not inside it. So yes, kitten,” he rasps. “It’s fucking mine.”

He punctuates his words by rolling his hips back and then driving hard into me again.

“All. Fucking. MINE.”

I moan as he suddenly shoves me back across the desk, grabs my thighs, and shoves my legs up high and wide. His hips pound against me, his cock ramming deep and hard as I start to drown in pleasure.

Which is exactly when he stops, and slowly pulls out of me.

“What…”

The wet, slippery, swollen head of his cock slides down, and I tremble as I feel it tease against the tight ring of my ass.

I don’t tell him to stop.

Even though I know he’s crazy enough to do it.

Because I’m crazy enough to want him to do it.

“I was the first to claim that pouty, smart mouth of yours,” he growls. “And the first to take this pretty little pink cunt.”

I shiver as his thumb rolls over my clit and his cock throbs against my asshole.

“I believe there’s one other hole I need to claim.”

Holy. Fuck.

I can’t tell which is more insane: the idea that Hades is about to fuck me in the ass for the first time, at my job, on my desk, with an office full of people twelve feet away. Or the fact that I’m seconds away from begging him to.

He groans as he strokes his slippery cock against my tight hole, dragging his piercing eyes up to lock with mine.

“Open up for me, kitten—”

There’s a firm knock on my door.

I jolt, almost falling off the edge of my desk before I manage to catch myself. Hades snarls, whirling to glare daggers at the door.

“Uh…hang on!” I blurt. “I’m with a client!”

“Ms. Guin?”

Fuck. Me. It’s Erin, Taylor’s personal assistant.

“Yes?” I choke.

“Ms. Crown wanted to know if you could come to her office to go over the notes on the Klein briefing?”

Goddammit.

“Uh, when?”

“Right now?”

Shit.

Hades turns, smirking as he teases the head of his still very hard cock over my ass. I bite down hard on my lip, shivering as my eyes start from their sockets.

“Stop,” I whisper.

“Why.”

“Because I have to go see my boss!” I hiss.

“Tell her you’re busy taking every inch of my fat cock up your virgin ass.”

My eyes bulge at the outrageous vulgarity.

…That should not be as hot as it is.

“Ms. Guin?”

“Yes, Erin!” I blurt. “I’m coming!”

“Wow, already?”

I shoot Hades a look before I begrudgingly push him away.

“I have to go.”

“The fuck you do.”

“Hades…” I chew on my lip, eyeing him. “Please.”

His brows furrow. “This isn’t over, kitten.”

Heat floods my face. “I’ll be there in two minutes, Erin!”

I’m still shaking as I slide off my desk, ignoring the disaster zone of papers and files he’s just swept to the floor. I fix my blouse and my skirt as best I can, then go to the mirror over the sink in the bathroom.

Good God, I look like I’ve just been fucked sideways. In a tornado.

I pull my hair out of the bun—it’s already mostly out anyway—shaking it loose in the mirror.

“You should wear it down more often.”

I start, blushing as I look past my reflection to where Hades is buttoning his shirt up behind me.

“I’ve always worn it up for work.”

He arches a brow, and I blush.

“And…basically…all the time.”

“Wear it down. It’s sexy like that.”

My core tingles.

“Yes, because that’s exactly what I want to convey walking into a deposition or a courtroom, Hades. ‘Sexy’. Very professional.”

“Sexy doesn’t have to mean unprofessional. I don’t mean you should walk into your next case in sheer lingerie and thigh-highs.” He stops, his lips curling wickedly. “Although I can think of other occasions where that exact outfit would work.”

I flush deeply.

“Seriously. Sexy can convey power, too. You don’t have to be buttoned up like a nun with your hair scraped back so tight it affects your vision to come off as professional or powerful. Your reputation will do that all on its own.”

I frown. “My reputation?”

“That you’re a beast of a lawyer.”

Heat tingles through my cheeks as I bite back a grin.

“Oh.”

He inclines his head, taking me in. “Just my opinion. You should wear your hair down more often. It doesn’t make you look any less professional or ass-kicking.”

I chew on my lip. “Well…maybe I will.”

“Good.”

I’m still throbbing all over as we walk to the door together. Then I stop him.

“Uh…you go first. I’ll leave in a few minutes.”

He smirks. “How clandestine.”

I roll my eyes. “I just—”

I jolt as he suddenly surges into me, grabs a handful of my hair in his fist, and kisses me.

Brutally.

“I will be finishing what we started, kitten,” he growls into my ear.

Then he turns, strides for the door, and swings it open.

“Oh, and Elsa?”

I’m still burning up as I meet his eyes.

“If you were looking for these…”

Dear lord.

He’s dangling my thong from his finger, right there in the fucking doorway to the rest of the firm, with only the fact that his shoulders are so broad stopping everyone from seeing it.

“Give me—”

“You know where to find me.”

He slips them into his pants pocket as I stare at him.

Then he’s gone.

What. The. FUCK am I tangling myself up in?

It takes me another three minutes to calm myself, catch my breath, and put some concealer on the fresh bite and suck marks on my neck. Then I walk upstairs to Taylor’s office, doing everything I can to ignore the aching need still throbbing between my thighs.

That, and the fact that I’m not wearing underwear.

“I’m so sorry to keep you waiting.”

Taylor looks up as I step in. She smiles.

“No problem at all. Have a seat, and we’ll—” She stops suddenly, looking at me curiously.

I go cold. Did I miss a spot?

“What—”

“Oh, nothing!” she beams. “I was just going to say, love the hair-down look on you. You should rock that more often!”

Two hours later I’m back in my office, sitting in my chair, surrounded by the chaos Hades left in his wake. Files and documents are strewn across the floor, together with two legal pads, a desktop clock, and a handful of pens.

I haven’t made the first move to clean them up since I got back from my meeting with Taylor ten minutes ago.

Because all I’m doing is staring at the edge of my desk, and remembering the feel of him.

The taste of his mouth.

The power of him, twisting and tying me into knots.

And that’s exactly when the door suddenly bangs open. I look up quickly, paling as Leo comes storming inside with a dark cloud looming in his eyes. He slams the door shut behind him, his eyes narrowing at me lethally.

“Yes?” I hiss.

His eye twitches as his lips curl.

“Where the fuck is Pascha?”

With Hades, I’m utterly incapable of hiding the truth, or any of my emotions. Mercifully, when it comes to pretty much anyone but him, my experience in a courtroom serves me well.

I gaze blankly at Leo. “I have no idea.”

“Well, then maybe we involve Gavan in this, then.”

“Yes, maybe we do,” I mutter quietly. “And I can tell him how your creep of a lackey tried to touch me, or how you threatened a fifteen-year-old girl. Think that would help?”

Leo’s lips curve down. “So, my little girl has claws after all.”

“Get out of my office, Leo.”

He snarls at me. “This isn’t going away. My man is missing.”

“Have you tried the zoo? Maybe they finally locked him up where he belongs.”

Leo bristles. “If I don’t find him, I’m coming back. And when I do, I’ll be much less agreeable about it.”

“Get. Out.”

He shakes his head, smiling darkly at me.

“Careful, little girl,” he mutters as he turns and opens the door. “You’re walking a dangerous tightrope here. I’m not sure you understand just how close you are to falling.”

Then he’s gone.

He’s wrong about that last part. I’m not unaware of how close I am to falling.

I know full well that I already have.

The god of the underworld has just made me his real-life Persephone.

It’s just that I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to be this excited to be dragged down into sin and temptation.

I’m also pretty sure I only want more.