Chapter 83
**Kapittel 82**
**"Well, Allison?"** she heard someone call for her name—Alissa. She faced the eldest person among the teens.
"Y...yeah?" she asked.
"Aren't you going to do the dare?" the teen asked, making her eyeballs bulge out from their sockets and her face to heat up again. She's also in for her sister's dare?!
"I...isn't that a bit inappropriate...?" she asked, stammering out of embarrassment.
The boys cheered for her in encouragement, defying her. Of course, they wouldn't want their girl crush to do something audacious and vulgar such as giving a hickey to someone in front of them. Hades clandestinely leaned to her ear and whispered, "I didn't know that you're a buzzkill, love." That made her face flush red even more. She gave him a fatal glare in return and he responded by just giving her a lazy yet challenging smile with his eyes burning in passion and lust. He could not wait for her to kiss him, to come in contact with an electrifying touch, for her teeth to sink into his rough skin, biting the organ with her delicate teeth, giving off red and purple spots on his neck. He couldn't wait for that.
"Can we do it in a private place?" she requested.
"Why not? Sure, go ahead," said Alissa, "But better not skip the dare," she added, warning the woman who immediately gulped. Khuleen may be somewhat weird and intimidating but her older sister was five times more than that. She couldn't believe that a twenty-year-old teen could startle her easily like she was a little child.
Before she could even nod in response, she felt the man beside her stand up with ignored haste and patted his sexy buttocks to dust off the grainy sand off his swimming trunks.
"Let's go?" she heard Hades ask and when she turned to face him, his colossal hand met its way to her sight. She looked up to get a glance at the man's face and saw that his eyes were already clouded with incalculable lust.
'Should I do it?' she thought, staring at his exposed, fairly thick palm whilst taking hold of herself, hesitating to either accept her so-called fiancé's hand or shake her head and let their companions call her a sore loser and a killjoy. She mentally shook her head, thinking about why she was hesitating when she was seeking fun. Where had all the alcohol that shed the last bits of her meekness in her system go? She should take herself out to fun and forget her conservative side sometimes.
From the massive, meaty hand, her gaze moved to the man's eyes that were burning in raging lust. She didn't want to spare a glance at his sculpted body that was covered under a blue Hawaiian shirt, it might cause her whole body to swoon and her knees give up on her. And she didn't want that to happen. Embarrassing herself in front of anybody else was the last she wanted to ever do.
She took a gulp and with a quivering hand, she seized his hand. "Fine," she says shakily then wrapped her fingers around the huge muscle, gripping it tightly as if her life depended on it. She halted her steps and she heard Hades' feet stop. From her pink toes, she maneuvered her gaze to the man's broad back which seemed to be a work of art of Donatelli. With silent footsteps, she sauntered beside him and found his gaze heatedly looking at what was before them. Curious, she followed where he was staring.
"Do we need to do this?" she asked while trudging down the darkness along with Hades, however, it seemed that the man didn't hear her ask and so, gave no reply. She thought that he was ignoring her question.
She glared at his back heatedly as she nervously held her arm and ran it up and down, trying to contain herself. Tonight was such a chilly night. The cool wind swept through their bodies like ghosts and caused her flaming, auburn locks to dance gracefully in the air like prim and proper ballerina dancers. She led her gaze down to her feet that have been staggering the sand for countless minutes, wondering where Hades was leading her. 'Where exactly, back to the resort? To the shore?' she wondered.
Her heart dropped on the sand when she realized what was before them. It was a comfort room. The women's comfort room, to be exact. She unconsciously took a step back just as she felt a huge lump stifle her throat, stopping her from breathing properly. She turned her gaze back to the beastly man and realized he wasn't staring at the comfort room anymore, he was staring at her.
She gulped once again, beads of cold sweat began forming on her forehead and her body shook out of a sudden bolt of inexplicable pleasure. She gripped on each of her sides tightly, trying to get a hold of herself from getting on her knees. Those eyes. Those striking, hypnotic, clean slate of grey orbs that held burning in pure, incalculable lust were staring at her with full intensity.
"Hades..." she said his name softly.
He did not answer her and instead took a heavy step forward, making her take a step backward in response. She could see it. She could feel it. The inexplicable longing. The unbearable heat. The intense lust. He seemed to notice her quivering discomfort, held a hand out, and motioned her to come forth to him with his finger. "Come here," he told her, with his voice deep and dark.
Hypnotized by the man's scorching eyes and soothing voice, she took her steps forward towards him until their proximity turned from distal to close. For an unknown reason, hearing him say those words while staring at his beguiling eyes gave her the want to submit, the inexplicable feeling prompted the hairs on her skin to stand and fidget in horror but what frighted her more was when she gave in to her desire to submit to him.
Allison gulped for the nth time, saturating her dry throat with her saliva as she followed Hades' eyes that were exploring her bewitching, curvaceous body, admiring her zealously. It was only a matter of seconds but it felt so long. It felt like forever. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"Hade..." she was about to say his name but her speech was soon cut short when a pair of soft hands cupped her hand. A pair of searing, soft lips assailed hers.