The Good Side of Wrong – Blurred Lines Read Online Jenika Snow

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So I used today to just get acquainted with everything.

I was in such a strange place right now. The situation with Hades wasn’t something I’d ever expected, but even still, I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to see how far we’d go.

I weaved down one hall until I entered the kitchen. I found myself in the staff quarters. I could smell fresh baking bread, the sound of the clanking of utensils on dinnerware loud.

A few of the staff were talking, their voices animated. I didn’t want to eavesdrop or invade their privacy, but the surrounding atmosphere was pleasant.

It was almost familiar. It was very clear they cared for each other by the way they poked fun at each other, by the genuine laughter that came from each of them.

I supposed they had to have formed some kind of family unit living with a man like Hades, who didn’t show emotion. I was pretty sure if he had a gun to his head and his life was on the line, Hades still wouldn’t break.

I’d never had that with my parents, not really. Certainly not with the few staff that had worked in our home throughout the years.

I hadn’t been lying to Hades when I said I loved my father and he loved me. That was all true. When he was home, he doted on me, gave me affection.

The fact of the matter was, he hadn’t been home that much. He’d always been traveling for work. We never sat down as a family and played board games or had Sunday dinner together.

So this wasn’t that much of a change in my life. I was used to being alone. The only real family time I had was when I’d been forced to go to their parties, to be around people I didn’t know, but wouldn’t have liked even if I had.

I moved away from the kitchen and kept on with my exploration. Although I’d said a few friendly words here and there, the staff was still a little standoffish with me. And I wondered if it had everything to do with them not wanting to associate with me because of him.

He could rub people the wrong way with just a look.

I spent some time walking the gardens outside before I found myself back in the house. I came to a part of the estate I hadn’t been to. I checked in a few of the rooms, the inside feeling cold and almost dead, as if no one had lived in this part for a long time.

Everything was sealed up, with the furniture and light fixtures draped with white cloth to keep the dust off.

There was a room at the end of the hall, a heavy wooden door with ornate engravings around the trim. The handle was thick and large, a shiny brass object that was a little intimidating for the entrance to a room.

I stopped in front of the door and reached for the handle, about to open it, when I felt a hand land on my shoulder, the motion causing me to startle and spin around.

One of the staff glowered down at me, her forehead becoming extra wrinkly. Her expression made me feel like a petulant child who had been caught breaking the rules.

“You’re not supposed to be in this part of the house.”

I couldn’t remember her name, but she was one of Hades’ employees who barely even looked at me. She pulled me away from the door, her scowl deepening.

“Mr. Cronus surely told you to stay out of this part of the estate.”

He hadn’t, but I didn’t bother telling her that.

As we retreated, I looked over my shoulder, wondering what secrets Hades had in that room.

A secret lair? A room full of bondage and dominance equipment?

Maybe that was where he kept his enemies so he could torture them?

All I knew? I wasn’t allowed to go in there, that made me want to do it even more.

Chapter 21

Hades

I could still taste her on my tongue, could hear her cry out as she came with my cock buried deep in her pussy.

My shaft throbbed, and I groaned, shifting in my chair, adjusting my length so the fucker wasn’t digging against the fly.

I was starved throughout the day until I could look at her, touch her, and hear her beg me for more. Obsession, addiction, had never been an ailment I suffered from. But I realized Persephone was my drug of choice.

I got in late Sunday night, found her sleeping in my bed like the good girl she was, and gave her an orgasm before I let her go back to sleep. She didn’t complain, didn’t push me away. She was just as hungry for me as I was for her.

And I was falling deeper into her web. Lines had been good and crossed. But I’d always been one to break rules, and fuck, did it feel good.


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