CHATER 91

**Kapittel 91**

**With her woozy mind and swinging vision,** Allison swayed her hips to the beat, touching every part of her body sensually and letting every of her finger leave a lingering touch, grooving to the music's rhythm, she had never felt as feral as before. The DJ's chosen music was loud and whisk that it was driving everybody crazy, but it was driving her crazier. She had been dancing on the dance floor against sweaty bodies and reeking armpits for hours but she'd never felt tired, she had never felt so alive. She knew she was already out of her wits, and she loved it.

A pair of large, soft hands held her small waist, trying to restrain her from dancing any further. Based on the person's scent and giant-like hands, she knew it was a man. The man's hands gave her an unknown vibe of sudden lust. Instead of playing submissive and giving in to the restrain, she did otherwise. She bopped her body further and began twerking her butt against his crotch, trying to encourage the stiff man to dance with her. She felt him lean his lips to her ear, his hot breath fanning over her shoulder, and whispered with his velvety voice that made her stiffen, "Love."

She turned her body with a welcoming beam on her face. "Hades!" she squealed gleefully and wrapped her arms around the man's broad neck, pulling his body to hers closer whilst grinding herself against him. "I missed you," she purred seductively as she teasingly bit her lower lip and pulled his face close, clasping his forehead softly with hers.

Hades broke out a wide smile that almost made her sober up and her heart skip a huge leap. "Now, now, where is the real Allison?" he teased and gripped her waist tighter. He started moving his hips slowly into the sensual melody that heightened her excitement even more. The drunken woman felt her knees going weak because of the unknown carnal sensation flourishing within her lustrous body. 'How could he swoon me with just his sweet voice?' she asked herself subconsciously.

"Hmm," she pulled a face, pretending to be pondering. "I don't know." She shrugged like a clueless child before giving off a seductive smile. "Maybe she went out to get off some heat," she told him with a sultry voice before removing a hand and running it down to his chest, touching past his bulging hard muscles and ticking nerves.

She felt his breathing ragged like he was having a hard time breathing properly. It made her mentally smirk and assume that she had an odd effect on him, which was true. "Fuck, baby. You're different when drunk," he told her breathlessly, his brooding eyes looking at her with heat glazing in them. She clandestinely squeezed her legs together, trying to comprehend the wet and tickly sensation dripping between her legs while wondering how she found him hot when he let out a brittle profanity from his mouth.

She shrugged off her wandering lustful thoughts and proceeded to wink at him shamelessly. "Am I?" for an unknown reason, she felt like playing dirty and flirting with no inhibitions, and that was so not Allison.

His shiny slate of silver eyes glared down at her darkly, like how a dominating predator would look at a little, submissive prey. "Yes," he immediately answered her non-rhetorical question, his smooth voice deep and almost growling, like a hungry beast. "How many drinks have you got?" he asked, trying to open a casual conversation.

She stuck her tongue out at him. "I don't know... four? Ten? Take your guess," she replied to him playfully, mingling her body with his even more.

Hades looked at her wide-eyed, completely bewildered by her answer. "I only left you for a phone call and you took ten shots?" his lips thinned and formed into a thin line. She instantly sensed trouble. "I told you to take only a drink or two, as you promised," he scolded her.

She pouted at him. "You're no fun, Hades," she spoke in a baby-like voice.

He groaned and shook his head in disbelief. "Let's get you back to the resort," he said in a serious manner, and before she knew it, the man fastidiously kneeled. He proceeded to grab her by the hips and flung her over his shoulder as if she weighed like a pillow, taking the role of a sacker and making her his massive sack of potatoes.

She groaned as she came in face to face with his broad, muscular back and yummy round butt. The drunken woman stared at the gluteus maximus for five good seconds before a bright idea came into her mind. With a subconscious sneer, she reached her fingers out and was about to his inviting butt, b she failed to do her bright idea when the world screwed over a massive swing. She realized then that he had begun walking with colossal steps that were profound enough to make the whole world shake violently.

"Oh, let me go, you large oaf!" Allison groaned and smacked his bouncy behind with her knuckles continuously. "I still want to dance!"

She yelped when a palm made contact with her rear that was only covered with a thin satin bikini, creating a stinging sensation against her delicate skin. "You know what happens to bad girls, am I right?" he asked her with a menacing voice.

His words made her shut her mouth, her soberness taking her over.

"They get punished."

For the last ten minutes of her life, she fought hard, struggling, fighting for her freedom from his powerful grip and shouting that she would be good. However, she was unable to grab what she had sought for even until they arrived at their suite. Right after they departed from the bar, the beast had never said a word despite all her whimpering and fumbling.

"Hades, let me go! Let me go, please! I promise I'll be good! I'll be good, I promise! Just please, please put me do—ah!" Allison's clamor was soon turned into a small yelp when Hades set her down on the mattress with full force. Her spine shivered delight when his long fingers held her delicate wrists tightly, sending off tingling sensations on her sensitive skin.