You’ve heard Hades and Persephone’s love story but you haven’t heard it spun like this. Hades is the future leader of the Russian Mafia. His father is set to name him as his successor; but Hades will need to finish one more task before he can take his position as Kingpin. He needs to destroy the Brutt family; specifically Theodore “Teddy” Brutt, leader of the Milieu, and what better way to destroy a man than by kidnapping his newly beloved’s daughter. Persephone wants to escape her reality. She needs to make cash quick and finds herself auditioning at Chesters, a strip club in the middle of town that’s known to draw in the high rollers. When the owner calls Persephone into his office after her audition she’s expecting a job offer, but instead she finds herself kidnapped by an intoxicating man who’s very presence lights her on fire. Will Persephone be able escape Hades’ clutches or will she find herself burning with desire at his very touch?
View MoreEgo says, “Once everything falls into place, I’ll feel peace.”Spirit says, “Find your peace and then everything will fall into place.”-Marianne WilliamsonI'd spent over half a year trying to figure out the best way to kidnap Teddy's stepdaughter, and here she is, walking or should I say dancing her way into my lair. "Hire her and have her meet me in the office." I hissed to Mickey, adjusting myself before getting up and walking away. "Don't you want to watch the rest of the girls, Mr. Boss Man?" Mickey asks. "I've seen enough. I need to review the books." I reply, watching as Mickey visibly swallows. I held back my chuckle as the color on Mickey's face drained, leaving him pale and full of panic. "Err.. okay." He replies, shifting nervously in his seat before turning and watching the next dancer, a butch who seemed out of place and intrigued the audience around her. I looked over and saw the Princess standing off to the side of the stage, watching the dancer. The way she look
“Never force the physical; instead infect your targets with heat, lure them into lust. Morality, judgement, and concern for the future will all melt away.” -Robert Greene "Ummm, Mr. Velimir, I think I've found something that might interest you." My account timid voice states over the phone. "What's going on, Martha?" I ask, trying to sound calm and collected when internally I am anything but every plan I've made this week has failed. "It's hard to explain over the phone, Mr. Velimir. I think it would be best if I bring the paperwork to your office or if you come out here." Martha replied. I bounced my baseball off my closed office door, deciding if I'd let Martha, who'd been trying so hard all month to get me to notice her, into my office, or if I'd invade her space with my presence. The ball bounced back and forth from my palm to the door multiple times before deciding. It had been too long since I'd given in to my sensual pleasures, and if Martha asked nicely, I'd let her parta
“‘Live like you were dying.” -Tim McGraw"W-O-W," Sabrina exclaims as she helps me carry boxes through the mansion and my room, "Looks like Momma Bear caught herself a big fish." She whistles while tossing the box to the ground and then flopping herself onto my bed."Yeah, it looks like it," I grumbled back. Sure, the house is impressive, and Mom seems to be head over heels in love with Teddy; they can't seem to take their hands off each other, but it still doesn't explain how. How could Mom move past Dad's death so quickly? How could she choose to go after his boss? How could his boss reciprocate feelings for my mom? Yes, my mom is a beautiful woman, and she doesn't look like she's nearing fifty, but she'd only met Teddy a time or two, which was during Dad's work functions. When did they have time to fall for each other? Unless... No, I won't believe it. Mom would never betray Dad that way. Their love was pure; it was true, like the type of love you read about in romance novels; lik
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end”- Seneca I'm standing at the altar in a fuchsia-colored bridesmaid dress. Fuchsia might make most people think of the ugly duckling of bridesmaid dresses, but my dress was the white swan of the bridesmaid dresses. My mother had it custom-designed with me in mind. It was tailored to fit my every curve. A simple yet fashionable summer dress with a neckline that was cut into a gentle V, showing just a small delicate taste of my creamy cleavage. The dress hugged my stomach like a second skin, traveling down to my waist, where it flowed out into a billowy skirt that stopped just below my ankle. The designer smiled and laughed at one of my fittings, where she jokingly told me that she'd added a thigh-high slit in the dress so it wouldn't hinder my dancing.Unbeknownst to the seamstress, I could dance in anything, even a skin-tight mermaid dress, like the dress my mother was currently walking down the aisle in. Dancing was my solace
I let out an umpf as a small, petite figure plowed into me. She's breathtaking. From the way, her beautiful blond hair flows in ringlets down her back to the way she crosses her long slender legs in front of her.Her outfit points toward her innocence. Her hair is tucked back with a simple black headband, and she's wearing a white sundress with a pair of strappy high-heeled sandals. Her body, however, screams sex on wheels. Her luscious breasts are begging to break free of the fabric that's bound them down; her stomach is taut and toned against the white material of the sundress that's clinging to her like a second skin; and her delectable ass, which I find myself wanting to sink my teeth into, causes her mid-thigh length dress to sit an inch higher than where it's attached. Sorry "She apologetically smiles, her teeth white and perfectly straight, her freckled nose scrunched up and a dimple appearing on the left side of her cheek, "I'm Persephone."I forced myself to look away from
I let out an umpf as a small, petite figure plowed into me. She's breathtaking. From the way, her beautiful blond hair flows in ringlets down her back to the way she crosses her long slender legs in front of her.Her outfit points toward her innocence. Her hair is tucked back with a simple black headband, and she's wearing a white sundress with a pair of strappy high-heeled sandals. Her body, however, screams sex on wheels. Her luscious breasts are begging to break free of the fabric that's bound them down; her stomach is taut and toned against the white material of the sundress that's clinging to her like a second skin; and her delectable ass, which I find myself wanting to sink my teeth into, causes her mid-thigh length dress to sit an inch higher than where it's attached. Sorry "She apologetically smiles, her teeth white and perfectly straight, her freckled nose scrunched up and a dimple appearing on the left side of her cheek, "I'm Persephone."I forced myself to look away from ...
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