A Touch of Malice by Scarlett St. Clair (Hades X Persephone Book 3) EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Scarlett St. Clair
- Genre: Mythology, Fantasy & Futuristic Romance, Fairy Tale Fantasy
- Publish Date: 25 May 2021
- Size: 4 MB
- Format: PDF / EPUB
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A TOUCH OF
Rough hands parted her legs and skimmed up her thighs, lips followed—a
light pressure gliding across her skin. Half-asleep, Persephone arched against
the touch, restraints biting into her wrists and ankles. Confused, she tugged
on them in an attempt to free her hands and feet but found the bindings would
not give. There was something about this, the inability to move, to resist, to
fight, that made her heart race and the blood pulse into her throat and head.
“So beautiful.” The words were a whisper against her skin and Persephone
She knew that voice.
She’d once considered its owner a friend and now he was an enemy.
His name slipped from between her teeth—laced with rage and fear and
disgust. He was the demi-god who had stalked and kidnapped her from the
“Shh,” he whispered, his tongue, wet and cold, slithered against her skin.
A cry tore from her throat. She pressed her thighs together, twisting against
the foreign touch ghosting across her skin.
“Tell me what he does that you like,” he whispered, sticky breath bathing
her ear, hand skating closer to her center. “I can do better.”
Persephone’s eyes flew open as she sat up, inhaling sharply. Her chest
ached and her breathing was ragged, as if she’d just run across the
Underworld with a wraith on her heels. It took a moment for her eyes to
adjust, to realize she was in Hades’ bed, silk sheets clinging to her dampened
skin, fire blazing orange in the hearth opposite them, and beside her was the
God of the Dead himself, his energy, dark and electric, charging the air,
making it heavy and tangible.
“Are you well?” Hades asked.
His voice was clear, quiet—a soothing tonic she wanted to consume. She
looked at him. He rested on his side; his exposed skin burnished by the
firelight. His eyes glittered black, dark hair spilling over the sheets like waves
in a starless sea. Hours ago, she had clutched it between her fingers as she
rode him long and slow and breathless.
She swallowed; her tongue felt swollen.
This was not the first time she’d had this nightmare, nor was it the first
time she’d woken to find Hades watching.
“You haven’t slept,” she said.
“No,” He replied, and rose beside her, lifting his hand to brush her cheek.
His touch sent a shiver down her spine, straight to her soul. “Tell me.”
When he spoke, it was as if his voice were magic, a spell that coaxed
words from her mouth even when they seized in her throat.
“I dreamed of Pirithous again.”
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