Nights Burn With Regret — by Nathan Perez 160
Chapter 160
Chapter 160
Violet
I didn’t even have time to take a proper breath before Hades deepened the kiss, his mouth moving against mine with an intensity that made my thoughts scatter. It felt like he was trying to swallow me whole, like the world had narrowed down to nothing but him.
My head spun almost immediately, a dizzy rush spreading through me as my knees buckled beneath the force of it. I barely had time to register the loss of balance before my hands instinctively fisted into the front of his shirt, clinging to him as if 1 would fall apart without that anchor.
I thought I was going to collapse, but he didn’t let me. His hands tightened around my waist, holding me upright as if my body belonged exactly where it was.
When he finally pulled away just enough for me to breathe, I sucked in air desperately, my chest rising and falling too fast. I didn’t even get a second to recover before his lips were at my neck, sending a shiver straight down my spine. A soft sound escaped me before I could stop it, and I tilted my head back without thinking, giving him better access, my body betraying me far too easily.
He guided me backward, step by step, until my lower back hit the edge of the table. The contact jolted me just enough to make me gasp, my arms sliding up around his neck, my fingers threading into his hair as my breathing turned uneven. I was right on the edge of giving in completely, my mind foggy, my resolve thinning by the second, until I saw his hand move. He reached out toward the table, clearly about to sweep the food aside and placed me on the place without a second thought, and something inside me snapped back into place.
Before I could even think about it, I caught his hand with both of mine, my smaller fingers wrapping around his wrist. He froze instantly.
My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could feel it, and when I looked up at him, his heated gaze was already on me, questioning. He slowly pulled back just enough to look at my face properly, his tongue dragging over his bottom lip as he raised an eyebrow, the expression almost amused, and challenging, as if silently asking me why.
I glared at him, heat flooding my cheeks.
This man, was he really asking me that?
I placed my hands flat against his chest, not pushing him away, but holding him there, grounding both of us. “Y-you can’t do that,” I said, my voice unsteady despite my effort to sound firm.
His gaze dropped, lingering, then rose again at an infuriatingly slow pace. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned in just enough for me to feel his breath. “And why not, princess?” he murmured, “Why say no when you clearly want me?” His hand tightened at my waist again, possessive, making my body tremble despite myself.
I swallowed hard, painfully aware of how affected I was by his closeness, by the way he looked at me like I was something he wanted without restraint. But I knew exactly what he was doing, and I wasn’t going to let him distract me that easily.
I leaned back slightly and lifted a hand to his face, cupping his jaw. The action made his lips pout just a little, softening his expression in a way that almost made me smile.
“Cut it out, Hades,” I said, trying to sound stern. “It’s your birthday. No touching until we’ve eaten everything I made.”
His eyes dropped to my lips again, darkening further, his voice low when he spoke. “Can’t we just skip dinner and move straight to dessert?”
My heart skipped embarrassingly fast at his words, and I had to press my thighs together to keep my composure. Still, I forced myself to shake my head, even as my pulse betrayed me. “N-no,” I said, breathing out slowly. “We eat, We celebrate.
Dessert can be later.”
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Chapter 160
Hades looked at me for a long moment, his gaze unreadable, as if he couldn’t decide whether to laugh at my flustered expression or take me seriously. His lips twitched, that familiar dangerous amusement flickering in his eyes, before he finally stepped back, giving me some much-needed space. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, my shoulders. relaxing as my heart slowly stopped trying to escape my chest.
The moment my senses returned, my eyes dropped to the floor, and I gasped.
“Oh my God. My cake!” I yelped, immediately crouching down to inspect the poor thing lying there, completely ruined. I stared at it in disbelief, my chest tightening with frustration.
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It wasn’t perfect. It was my first time making a cake, so it was a little crooked and definitely not bakery-level beautiful, but I had worked hard on it. And more importantly, it tasted good. I pressed a hand to my head, groaning softly. “See what you did? You should’ve been more careful, Hades.”
He looked down at the cake, then at me, before reaching out and helping me back to my feet with ease. “I apologize,” he said calmly, as if this was the most logical solution in the world. “We can get another one tomorrow.”
I immediately shook my head, my expression serious. “No. We don’t need it tomorrow. We need it now. It would be useless
tomorrow.”
He raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. “Why?”
I stared at him for a second, equally confused by his confusion. “Huh? Because it’s your birthday,” I said slowly, as if explaining something obvious. “People need cakes on their birthdays. It’s like an unwritten rule.”
“I see,” he replied, simply.
That only made me frown more. I studied his face, trying to understand why he was acting as though this concept was foreign to him. Like he’d never had a birthday cake before, or worse, like birthdays meant nothing to him at all. He hadn’t even told me today was his birthday. I only found out because Alec had called me earlier, casually mentioning it like it wasn’t a big deal. I had been shocked. Hades Sinclair had a birthday. The thought itself felt strange.
When I asked Alec why no one told me sooner, he had sighed and said that Hades didn’t celebrate his birthdays. That half the time, he didn’t even acknowledge them. I still didn’t understand that. Not celebrating was one thing, but not even remembering your own birthday?
That felt… lonely.
I didn’t know what had happened in his past, or why he treated this day like it didn’t matter, but I knew how I felt. I wanted to celebrate him. I wanted to mark this day, because I was genuinely happy he had been born. The world might fear Hades Sinclair, but to me, today was special.
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