Persephone

33. White Mulberry ✔

Persephone

Aches and pains, aches, and pains, that's all I'm feeling right now, why did I agree to go another round? We had five more before he decided that he was tired. He's got some wicked stamina and some skill, he had me in all sorts of positions, I don't even know how many we tried. Yet, I have no regrets, after waiting impatiently for a few months he finally claimed me, like the elders said he should, in a fiery passion.

I groan as try and lift my body from the bed, which felt different to the one we were in last night. I slowly open my eyes but meet with blinding sunlight and I hiss.

"Shit," I lie back down on the bed and open my eyes, why does that hurt too? What did he do to me? I look around the room and see that we are in our bedroom, above the underworld and Hades is nowhere to be seen.

I slowly and painfully sit up on the bed and Hades walks in with a maid behind him, pushing a trolley of food. He looked delicious in his black silk pants that did nothing to hide his big member and the matching silk robe.

"Well, it's about time you woke up," Hades chuckles, he thanks the maid and dismisses her.

"What time is it?" I croak out.

"It's half past two in the afternoon baby," he gets on the bed and crawls to me, kissing my forehead.

"Fuck, I missed class," I groan.

He laughs, "Don't worry, Hecate knows why and she's not mad."

I sigh, "Good."

Hades lies beside propping himself up with his arm, he nuzzles his face in my neck and I moan.

"No Hades, I'm tired and sore,"

He lifts his head and looks me dead in the eye. His eyes were growing darker by the second, and my body tensed. Getting ready for whatever he's about to dish up on my ass, shit I'm fucked.

"You don't say no to daddy, you hear me?"

I gulp, "Yes,"

He gives me a smirk and kisses me, "I'm just messing with you baby, let me get you some food and then we'll take a bath together, okay?"

What the hell? This bipolar devil.

"Hades, I'll get you for that,"

He gives me a wink, "I'll take that as a yes."

He gets off the bed and walks out of the room. I sit up and look around for anything that I can throw on and the only thing in my reach is his white football jersey. I pick it up and put it on, it's really big, and I need to eat some more.

I try and get myself out of bed, but my legs won't corporate with me, they feel like jelly, as I attempt to stand up from the bed. I latch on to the chair next to the nightstand, but I lose my balance and fall on the soft carpet, I groan.

What did that man to do me?

"Persephone?" I hear Hades call out.

"I'm down here,"

He laughs, "You tried to get up, didn't you?"

He walks to my side of the bed and looks down at me with a smirk, he leans down and picks me up bridal style. I feel like a baby in his arms, and before he puts me down on the bed. I tell him I need the bathroom. He chuckles in response and carries me to the bathroom; he sits me down on the toilet seat and looks at me.

"Turn around, I can't pee while you're staring at me like that."

He rolls his eyes and turns around, "I've seen you naked and you won't me watch you pee."

"No, you got some weird fetish or something?" I say as I pee.

I hear him chuckle and I can picture him with his dirty smirk of on his face, "Maybe."

"You are unbelievable."

I finish peeing and I left my leg to signal him to turn around. I lift my arms and he picks me up again, putting me on his side. I use my leg to flush the toilet and he helps me wash my hands before carrying me back to bed.

"I had Hecate make you waffles with chocolate syrup and strawberries. I brought some whipped cream too," he hands me the plate and picks up the whipped cream.

I look at him and I can already tell that he has other intentions with the whipped cream, I shake my head.

"Not happening, I'm sore and I need to rest Hades, please I'm begging you." I plead as I take a bite of the waffles.

"Since you begged, I'll give you a break but tonight, you'll be my chocolate desert with whipped cream," he says lowly.

My core heats up and starts pulsing, this man will be the end of me. I watch him as he sprays some whipped cream into his mouth and some of it drips onto his bare chest. I'm tempted to moan but I stuff my mouth with some waffles and chew, not wanting him to know that he's affecting me.

"You do know, I can smell your arousal, right?"

Fuck.

I swallow my food and point at him with my fork, "Get out."

"This is my bedroom too," he argues.

"Don't make me throw this fork at you," I yell.

He laughs, "Tiny and violent, just my type."

I throw the fork at him, but he holds up his palm and the fork stop right in front of his face. He brags and looks at me, he raises an eyebrow.

"You've got some aim, Hestia will enjoy training you," he says before throwing the fork next to me on the bed.

"Hestia? And train me in what exactly?"

"Shooting arrows, hand-to-hand combat, anything that has to do with fighting. She's the first Olympian, so she's a natural-born fighter," he explains. "If you want to rule the underworld, you have to know how to fight and protect the people in it."

I nod, "Have you seen my body though, I'm built like a twig."

"You'll be fine, they wouldn't have chosen you if they didn't think you could do it, alright."

They chose me.

"Who's they?"

Hades' eyes widen and he chuckles, "Nothing, forget I said anything."

"Hades Wilson, don't have me throw this at you again,"

He climbs onto the bed and looks down at me, he takes the plate off my lap and places it on the bedside table.

"Babe, it's nothing, I sometimes refer to myself as plural because I just think it adds more mystery."

He is lying again.

"Why don't I run us a hot bath and then we can head out to town, and you can see where I work? Mhm." He says as he kisses my neck.

I laugh, "You have an actual job?"

He stops and looks at me in disbelief, "How do you think I got my mansion and the expensive cars?"

"Trust fund?"

He rolls his eyes, "I am not a Trust Fund baby, my father would never allow it, he made sure we worked for our own money."

"Lucky you, so what do you?"

"I own an insurance company, Tartarus Insurance. I make sure that the dead are buried right, and their families never have to worry about a thing after their gone,"

"That is weird but sweet, you're a good man. I don't know why people think you're this dark overlord seeking destruction," I chuckle.

He is a sweet and gentle soul; he does what he's supposed to. According to Hecate, he does his job well, he didn't choose the job though. Being the last born of the family. he had no choice but to take the only thing available, the underworld, however, he is content and makes the best of it.

He gives me a warm smile and joy that's in his eyes, it just makes me wonder though, why won't he tell me the truth? Does he take joy in seeing me under his control or is he hiding the monster he is?