EPILOGUE

She turned to walk away from him and felt his harsh grip on her forearm, spinning her around roughly to face him inches from his face.

"Let me go." She said attempting to turn her face from him.

His left hand came up grabbing at her chin and mouth to hold her steady in front of him. She looked deep into the onyx orbs belonging to the God of the Underworld, she hated the seemingly unavoidable attraction she felt only a little less than she hated him.

"No one walks away from me, and especially not the Queen," he said threateningly holding her steady as she attempted to struggle.

She was infuriating, but the fluster in her cheeks and the passion in her face made her even more beautiful to him. Her body was pressed up against his and her full breasts were being pushed upwards by the tight bodice of the gown he had forced her to wear; rising and falling as she breathed deeply. She could feel his hard arousal against her, and could sense a forced control. She didn't care, she was too angry to fantasize.

She matched his ominous stare looking into his dark eyes and glaring, "You're hurting me," she said bluntly.

He blinked and gritted his teeth but his dark eyes glared at her all the same while he slightly loosened his grip on her arm and face. Her stomach did an uncomfortable flip flop at the small sentimental gesture.

"I'm not the Queen," she said slowly and sincerely in an attempt to reason with him.

"You're MY Queen," he growled lowly.

She jerked away from him violently and he pulled her harshly back. "I DO NOT BELONG TO YOU, OR TO YOUR HORRID UNDERWORLD!" She screamed pushing against his chest and slipping out of his grip.

She spun on her heal and stalked down the stairs of the platform that housed the throne of Hades and through the grey marble pillars, the patter of her bare feet echoed as she rushed out of the room.

"NOT YET YOU DON'T!" He roared after her.