Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 25

Hades~

Felicia’s expression shifted immediately, her jaw dropping in shock and disgust as Ellen casually plopped herself into my lap. The room, already tense, became thick with incredulity as Ellen’s arms wrapped around my neck, her lips pressing a quick kiss to my cheek.

For a moment, I couldn’t move. The absurdity of the situation gripped me like a vice. Honeymuffin?

I felt Felicia’s burning gaze, but before I could react, Ellen’s next words hit me like a brick.

"I missed you all day, babe. Do I have to wear Veronica’s Secret lingerie before you spend time with me?"

My body went rigid, and I felt the flood of heat rise to my face, not from embarrassment but from sheer, burning frustration. The infuriating woman knew exactly what she was doing. I could practically feel Felicia’s horrified disbelief slicing through the air, and Ellen, always so damn clever, was playing her part to perfection.

I gripped Ellen’s waist, trying to shove her off, but she was quicker than I expected. Her legs wrapped around my waist in one swift motion, her body pressing against mine as she rested her head in the crook of my neck. The warmth of her breath against my skin sent a confusing mix of anger and something else rippling through me.

"Get off me," I growled under my breath, standing abruptly, but Ellen clung tighter, her body light but impossible to ignore.

She murmured softly into my ear, her voice dripping with exaggerated sweetness. "I’m not leaving, Hades. I want you to carry me to our bedroom."

My fists clenched, trying to restrain the surge of rage that threatened to spill over. Ellen’s legs remained locked around me, her defiance as suffocating as the hold she had on me now.

Felicia’s voice cut through the tension, sharp and venomous. "I can’t believe you’d allow this—this childish display in front of me, Hades. Is this what you’ve been reduced to? Entertaining her ridiculous behavior?"

I turned, shooting a hard look at Felicia. Her disgust has glaring as her red lipstick, her lips curled in disdain. Ellen, still clinging to me, was the peak of smug satisfaction, and I knew she was revelling in Felicia’s discomfort.

"This isn’t the time, Ellen," I growled low, more for Felicia’s benefit than hers, my fingers itching to pry her off me.

But Ellen just tightened her grip, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, "What’s the matter? You are too proud to give your Honeymuffin what she wants?"

I could feel my blood boiling, my composure fraying as Felicia’s sharp green eyes took in the scene with undisguised horror.

"Hades, you can’t possibly—" Felicia started, but I silenced her with a glare, my frustration at the entire situation bubbling to the surface.

This wasn’t a game I was willing to lose, but somehow, this maddening woman in my arms was winning.

I leaned closer to Ellen’s ear, my voice deadly calm. "If you don’t let go, I swear I will make you regret this."

But instead of fear, I felt her smile against my neck, the soft vibration of her laugh echoing through me as she whispered, "Maybe I like the consequences."

I bit back a snarl, torn between throwing her off me and simply tearing her apart.

So, with a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, I adjusted Ellen slightly, keeping my grip firm on her waist. "We’ll discuss this later," I muttered, venom in every syllable, more for Ellen than for Felicia.