Wicked Villain Shorts

by Katee Robert

  Then Meg bites my ass.

  I curse and jerk forward, and Hades laughs. “So mean.”

  “Can you blame me?” She squeezes me and presses a kiss to where I just felt her teeth. “He’s got such a pert little ass. It was begging for my teeth.”

  “It’s begging for something else now.”

  “I’d be a shame if we left him hanging.”

  They’re standing here touching me, talking about me as if I’m not present. I hate it. I love it. I bite my bottom lip to keep silent, even as I want to beg them to stop teasing me and finish this. I feel like I’ve been riding the edge for weeks, instead of the few hours since Hades told us we weren’t allowed to fuck.

  One of them spreads cool lube over me and then the hard head of Meg’s strap-on is pressing into me. I tense and then relax into it. I don’t have control right now. I don’t have to do anything but submit. There’s a delirious freedom in that. I let my head hang forward, let them keep fucking me with hand and dildo even as my chest aches from each breath. I’m shaking and fighting to hold still and it’s so hot, I can barely stand it.

  And then Meg is seated entirely within me, her narrow hips against my ass. She reaches around and strokes over my chest, as if her breasts against my back aren’t causing the most heavenly agony. “You’re doing wonderfully.”

  I exhale a shaky sigh that turns into a moan when she pinches my nipples. “If Hades doesn’t stop playing with my cock, I’m going to come.”

  Hades’s dark chuckle is his only response. He doesn’t stop stroking me, doesn’t change the pace or pressure in the least. “You’ll come when we allow it.”

  “Not yet,” Meg says.

  Then she starts fucking me.

  It feels… I don’t have words for how good it feels to have her taking my ass while Hades strokes my cock. I feel owned and possessed and undeniably theirs.

  “Open your eyes, little Hercules.” Hades’s voice is soft in my ear. “Look at the way they lust after what’s ours.”

  I obey. I’m helpless to do anything else.

  The cross and my position keep me from seeing all but a small sliver of the room, but I see a gathering of couches filled with people watching me with hungry eyes. Watching us. My breath catches in my chest, the pleasure nearly unbearable. “I’m close,” I grind out. When Hades doesn’t respond, doesn’t stop, panic flickers through me. “Can I come?”

  Hades leans close as Meg thrusts into me. His lips brush my ear “Yes.”

  Just like that, my orgasm hits me hard enough to buckle my knees. I come in great spurts, moaning and fucking Hades’s hand as much as I’m able to, each thrust shoving me back onto Meg’s strap-on. And then my legs give out entirely and it’s only the cuffs around my wrists that keep me upright.

  Hades steps closer yet and Meg eases out of me. I’m vaguely aware of her moving at my back and him working to undo the cuffs, and then they’re pressed to either side of me, guiding me to the empty couch situated near our scene.

  A blanket appears from somewhere and Hades wraps it around me. Meg cuddles up to me from one side and kisses me. “You did so good.”

  “I’m pleased,” Hades says from the other side. He guides me to lean against his side and sifts his fingers through my hair. “You did well.”

  I still can’t quite catch my breath. We’ve done more intense things together, but somehow this feels different. Maybe because of the audience. Maybe because it’s a public declaration of us. I inhale slowly. “I love you.”

  “I know.”

  “Hades,” Meg hisses, but there’s laughter in her voice. “Try again.”

  His lips quirk. “I love you, too.” His gaze flicks from me to Meg and back again. “Both of you.”

  “Good.” Meg makes a happy noise and snuggles closer. “Now let Hercules catch his breath and then we can continue this In private.”

  Hades chuckles. “Insatiable.”

  “Stop pretending like that’s not a good thing.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it being anything else.” He catches her hand and brings her hand up to kiss her knuckles. But when he speaks, it’s for me. “Rest, little Hercules. You have a long night ahead of you.”

  I let myself relax against him, his racing heart against my ear. “I can’t wait.”

  6

  Tink’s Punishment

  Tink

  Maybe one day it won’t feel strange to be back in the Underworld as a territory leader, but I’m not there yet. I have a feeling I won’t be there for a long time. Still, it’s weirdly nice to spend time in a place that holds so many good memories for me. Three of the sources of those memories are seated around the booth we camped out in hours ago. It’s almost time for Allecto and Aurora’s shifts to start, and Meg will no doubt be occupied as well once that happens, but we’re milking our time together down to the last second.

  I sip my fruity drink. “You know, it’s totally okay if we meet somewhere that isn’t the Underworld.”

  “Next time.” Meg’s lounging in the middle of the booth’s curve, a place where she can see the entirety of the lounge. “But you know the old saying about the mice playing while the cat’s away; with all three of us gone, people are bound to get up to no good.”

  That’s why we’re here tonight. We’re celebrating Aurora’s promotion into my vacated position as Meg’s second-in-command. I lift my glass. “I’ve said it before, but I’m feeling sentimental enough to say it about half a dozen more times. Congrats, Aurora. You’re going to rock this.” She’ll bring a totally different take to the position than I did, but I think it will be to everyone’s benefit. I grin. “Just try not to set anyone on fire in the meantime.”

  “Tink.” Her light brown skin turns dusky. “I’m never going to live that down, am I?”

  “No way. That was badass as hell. Tell her, Allecto.”

  Allecto’s grin is knife-sharp. “If you ever get tired of playing with these assholes, I’d take you on my security team in a heartbeat.”

  “Stop poaching my people.” Meg narrows her eyes, but she’s smiling. “Though if you want to do some training with Allecto, you’re more than welcome.”

  “Yeah, I’ll allow it.”

  “Really?” Aurora’s dark eyes go wide. “You don’t let anyone train with your team.”

  “Not just anyone threatens to burn this motherfucker to the ground in defense of a friend.” Allecto toasts Aurora with her water. “I’d say you’ve earned the privilege.”

  Aurora covers her face with her hands, but I can see her smile peeking out. “I would like that a lot.”

  “Monday at seven.” Allecto turns that sharp smile in my direction. “Apparently we’ve kept you too long, Tink. Your man has come to collect you.”

  Meg and Aurora make playfully mocking oooooh sounds and I roll my eyes, even as a blush works its way across my cheeks. Hook pauses in the doorway and his gaze lands on us almost immediately. He’s dressed in different clothing than he was this morning, a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I’ve never seen him so casual in the Underworld, and for some reason it makes my heartbeat kick up a notch.

  Meg props her elbows on the table and gives him a long look as he stops in front of our booth. “No need to hunt down your wife. We were going to return her shortly.”

  His grin is just as cocky as ever and he rakes a gaze over me. I’m wearing a knee-length flouncy skirt and a tank top with lace cutouts that makes my breasts look amazing. I fully intended to track him down when I got home and tempt him into taking me against the nearest horizontal surface, but this will work, too. I tilt my head to the side. “I’ve been gone a couple hours. Surely that doesn’t require a personal retrieval.”

  “I missed you.” He says it simply, as if this kind of statement doesn’t still rock me right down to my foundations.

  I make a show of looking at my phone. “I said I’d be home at eight. It’s seven-thirty.”

  Hook shrugs, completely unrepentant. He holds out an imperial hand. “Say
goodbye, Tink. It’s time to go.”

  I raise my eyebrows, the first tingling of a challenge coursing beneath my skin. “Yeah, I don’t think so. Go away and come back in thirty minutes. Then we’ll leave.” I can feel my friends watching with avid interest, and they’re not the only ones. We’re putting on a show, after all.

  “Tink.” He says my name slowly, the faintest hint of warning. “Do you remember what I said I’d do if you challenged me like this?”

  Yes, yes, I do. Desire pulses between my thighs, but I keep my expression bored and a little belligerent. “No. Do you know what I’ll do to you for making a pest of yourself?”

  His grin widens. “Have it your way, beautiful girl.” Hook glances at my three friends. “Excuse me, ladies.”

  I barely have a second to process that and then he’s kneeling. He grabs my knees and jerks me to the edge of the bench. “Wait—” It’s too late.

  He flips up my skirt and pauses. “No panties, beautiful girl?” Hook’s eyes twinkle up at me. “Looks to me like someone was planning on being bad.”

  “You have no idea.”

  “Thought so.” He wedges his hands under my ass and lifts me as he bends down to lick my pussy.

  My face is so hot right now, it might as well be the surface of the sun. I can feel my friends watching, and maybe that should shame me, but it only makes it hotter. Just like when I look around the lounge and catch Gaeton leaning against the bar, grinning like a fool. “Oh fuck.”

  “Later,” Hook murmurs against my clit.

  I half expect him to torment me with teasing, but he’s relentless in pursuit of my pleasure. He’s intent on my orgasm, and it’s like he has a timer in his head. I give up fighting it and let the wicked stroke of his tongue and the feeling of so many people watching drive me higher and higher. It’s so good and so wrong, and it doesn’t matter that nearly everyone in this room has seen me in varying stages of undress and orgasm. Having Hook lick my pussy to punish me is so hot, I can barely stand it.

  I dig my fingers into his hair and try to hold out, but he knows my body too well. Seconds later, I’m coming, clamping my lips together to keep from crying out.

  A slow clap starts behind me and is quickly picked up around the room. I reluctantly open my eyes to find every single person applauding. Hook flips my skirt down and rises to press a quick kiss to my lips. “Come home with me now and I’ll let you ride my cock in the car.”

  “Better go or he’ll fuck you on the table,” Aurora stage-whispers. “On second thought, maybe stay and keep the show going.”

  I can barely work up a fake glare in her direction. “You are all assholes.”

  “Yep,” Allecto says. “And you love it.”

  Meg shakes her head, a small smile on her lips. “Same time next month?”

  “I wouldn’t miss it.”

  Hook catches my hand and pulls me to my feet. This time I don’t resist. I give my friends a wave and let my husband tow me out of the lounge, past all the people still clapping like assholes. I manage to blow a snarky kiss to Gaeton and then we’re through the door.

  I barely wait until we’re in the elevator to push Hook against the wall and kiss him. I can taste myself on his lips and it makes me crazy. “I don’t know if I can wait to get to the car.”

  He turns us until my back hits the elevator wall and reaches around to push the stop button. I lean back to raise my eyebrows. “Hades isn’t going to like that.”

  “He’ll get over it. My wife needs my cock and she can’t wait.” Hook dips down and catches the backs of my thighs, lifting and spreading me. “My pants.”

  I waste no time unbuttoning his jeans and dragging his zipper down. I’m in no more mood to tease him now than he was to tease me earlier. “I need you. Now.”

  “Security people are watching.” He lifts me a little higher and then his cock is there, easing into me. “You know how they like to gossip. By tomorrow everyone will know how needy you are for my cock, beautiful girl.”

  I’m trying to breathe past the fullness that is him. I dig my fingers into his hair and tug his mouth up to mine. “Just like everyone in the lounge knows how needy you are to get your mouth all over my pussy.”

  “Fuck yes I am.” He thrusts, picking up a relentless rhythm. “My favorite kind of punishment.”

  I can’t concentrate enough to keep talking, can only whimper as he fucks me against the wall. Each stroke rubs his cock against that sweet spot inside me and his pelvis drags against my clit and, fuck, it’s so good I can barely stand it. “Keep doing that. Make me come again.”

  “Greedy girl.” But he obeys, adjusting his angle so that he’s exactly where I need him. Again and again and again, until pressure spills over into pleasure and I can’t stop myself from coming all over his cock. I force my eyes open so I see the exact moment his own pleasure takes hold. He thrusts hard into me and growls my name as he orgasms.

  A tinny voice sounds from the speaker next to the elevator buttons. “If you’re quite finished, release the elevator. We have guests waiting.”

  Hook meets my gaze and we both burst into laughter. It feels just as good as the orgasms, a lightness settling in my chest that never seems to go away these days. He lets me off the wall and we take a few seconds to adjust our clothing. Every time our eyes catch, we dissolve into giggles again. Hook hits the button to get the elevator moving and I’m blushing like a teenager when we reach the garage and the doors open to reveal Malone and Ursa. Seeing these two together isn’t that odd—they’re friends, best I can tell—but they both give us long looks.

  Malone shakes her head. “Newlyweds.”

  “Cute and sickening, all at the same time.” Ursa steps back so we can move out of the way. “Belated congrats on your nuptials.”

  “Thanks.” Hook manages to hold it together until we’re safely back in his SUV and pulling out of the garage. He tugs me as close as seatbelts will allow and presses a kiss to my temple.

  I take his hand and lift it to run his knuckles along my cheek. “Is it weird that acting like a pair of horny teenagers makes me deliriously happy?”

  “No. Not weird at all.” He looks more content than I’ve ever seen him, totally relaxed and at ease. “Neither of us had what you’d call normal teenage years. Might be fun to reclaim some of those experiences.” Hook shoots me a look. “Want to dress up like a cheerleader and let me seduce you under the bleachers?”

  “Hell yes.” I’m already nodding. “But only if you wear a leather jacket and play the ultimate bad boy.”

  Hook chuckles. “Someone’s harboring more fantasies.” He coasts his hand up my bare thigh. Not exactly to seduce; more like he just enjoys touching me as much as I enjoy being touched by him. “Whatever you want, beautiful girl. We have our whole lives to play out each and every fantasy in that sexy brain of yours.”

  I lean up and brush my lips across his. “Let’s start tonight. I want you to tie me up again.”

  He goes still. “You sure?”

  I’ve never been more sure of anything. I don’t have to hide anymore. I love this man, and I want everything he has to give and more. “One hundred percent.” I smile. “I love you, husband.”

  An expression of wonderment flickers over his face, as if he can’t quite believe we’re in this happy place any more than I can. “I love you too, wife.”

  7

  Rough Day

  Tink

  I barely look up at the bedroom door opens. It’s been a long day, but it’s not over yet, and I can’t afford to get distracted before I reach a good stopping point on this dress. “Give me thirty minutes. I’m almost done with this bit.”

  “Don’t rush.”

  The strange sound in Hook’s voice brings my head up. I freeze, barely managing to get my foot off the sewing machine pedal in time. He’s covered in blood. “Jameson?”

  “Ah.” He looks down at his hands, his expression closed down tighter than I’ve ever seen it. “It’s not mine."

 
; I carefully set the fabric down and rise, racking my brain for an explanation. Since Peter died, things have been smooth-enough sailing. I’m not naive enough to believe it will continue like that indefinitely, not when we live in the world we do, but I’d hoped for more than a few months. Apparently I am a bit naive despite my best efforts.

  Hook looks at me and I don’t like how empty his dark eyes are. I don’t like that he’s closing himself off from me. I won’t allow it.

  I cross to him and stop just short of touching him. The temptation rises to demand an explanation, to push him to let me in, but I change course at last moment. Hook will tell me when he’s ready. I have to believe that.

  So I jerk my chin toward the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

  “You don’t have to.” He still doesn’t sound like himself.

  “I know.” I walk into the bathroom, holding my breath until I hear him following. It takes a few seconds to get the shower going and then I return to find him reaching for the buttons of his shirt with hands that shake. “Let me.”

  “Tink.”

  “Let me,” I repeat.

  He finally drops his hands and I waste no time working the buttons free. His shirt is tacky with blood and it clings to his skin as I peel it off his body. He shudders out a breath. “You’re not going to ask me what happened?”

  “You’ll tell me when you’re ready.” I finish wrestling his shirt off his arms and reach for his pants.

  “I can handle this bit.” He gets his pants off quickly enough and tosses them on top of the shirt. Hook hesitates, something almost vulnerable crossing his face. “Join me?”

  Any other time, I’d tell him to shower by himself because I have work to finish, but this isn’t any other time. He needs me right now, and the work can wait a bit longer. “Sure.” I strip quickly and follow him into the shower.

  Hook heads directly into the water and ducks his head under the spray. I hang back and watch the water run red. Even without his clothes, there’s so much blood. I doubt the person it belongs to is still among the living.