Violet
“You must have a death wish, laying your hand on my woman like that. You’ve got two seconds to take it off.”
The voice cut through the mall, echoing until every whisper died. My heart jolted so hard it hurt.
I knew that voice. I knew it in my sleep.
It was the same voice that had growled low in my ear as he took me from behind against the glass mirror, his breath hot on my neck, daring the world to watch as he f****d me. The same voice that had groaned low and raw as he pushed deep into my mouth, making my eyes water and my pulse race. The same voice that helped me when nobody did.
Hades.
I blinked once, twice, and turned. I was right.
Walking toward us, hands in his pockets as if he owned every inch of the ground beneath him, was Hades. The black suit fit him perfectly, then
