Hades

I’d been in countless situations before, high-stakes, no way out, odds stacked sky-high against me, and every damn time, I’d found a way through. I always did. I was Hades Sinclair, the man people didn’t cross unless they had a death wish.

So why the hell was my pulse racing? Why did my jaw clench, my breath hitch, my thoughts scatter like I’d forgotten how to think?

Oh, right. Because of her.

I watched the woman kneeling in front of me, staring at my cock like she couldn’t decide whether to take it or run from it.

Her eyes were wide, lips parted, torn between awe and hunger. A...