CHAPTER 92
**Kapittel 92**
**Allison stared at the man** who owned such a huge and tall frame standing on the edge of the bed with fear laced on her doe-like seafoam green eyes, her heart pounding fast, her hands and toes getting cold like a cadaver, and her mind busy creating artistic crazy assumptions of what Hades would do to her, which weren't likely to happen. She felt so bare and mortified before him.
She parted her lips and was about to speak with a dry throat but for the nth time, she yelped. He held her arm and yanked her over the bed, making her lay flat on her stomach. She began squirming for her life as fear began to sneak into her pale veins.
"Please, please, Hades! I promise I'll be a good girl! I promise you that! I'll be good! I'll be good! Plea..."
"Allison, stop rubbing your ass over my dick if you don't me to drill your tight ass hard 'til you can't walk in daybreak," he warned earnestly in a deep voice which made her stop moving.
"Fuck!" he cursed under his breath which startled her, she then felt his fingers' tight grip were no longer on her wrists and heard a door slam shut, hard. She slowly went on her feet and looked at the bathroom door, where the slamming noise came from, with myriad thoughts flooding into her mind like a Japanese tsunami.
'What the...?' she tried to compose what she was to ask to herself however, it soon came off when the sound of the shower's water being switched on came across her ears. She sighed in relief and sat back on the mattress, letting her mind take her over.
"Allison," Hades suddenly called with his voice, raspy and hoarse grabbed her attention. The voice was just too hoarse and inviting that it was making the core between her legs ooze her sweet juices.
"Yes?" she asked, "You need something?" she added.
"Say..." he trailed off as if it was hard for him to speak and breathe.
"Say? Say what, Hades?" she asked, getting worried, "You okay?" she added and hastily went on her feet. She was getting hefty worry about him!
"No..." he stopped her, "No need, sweetheart... just... just say my... name..." he told her, his voice getting ragged and ragged at every single word he said next.
"What?"
"Just say... my name... baby, please..." he pleaded with the same raspy, ragged voice that made her bikini soaked with her vulvae juices.
Giving up, the woman expelled a heavy breath. "Hades."
"Oh, fuck!" she heard him curse crisply, making her jolt on the mattress in surprise. "Say it again, baby..." he pleaded once more.
"Are you serious? Hades, I thi..."
He cut her off from saying nonsense any further, "Please, Allison... just say it again..."
"Seriously?" she tried to reassure.
"Now!" he growled ferociously that made her oblige with no further adieu.
"Hades," she said his name once again and he said millennia of profanities right after. Her panic heightened when she heard the squirming sound of his groan.
She couldn't take it anymore, she charged on her feet and sauntered to the bathroom's door with silent yet fast steps. When she reached the door, she grabbed the knob and immediately turned it then pushed the door open. By that time, she realized that she had done the wrong move. She did the only thing that crossed her mind. Scream.
"Fuck, Allison!" Hades cursed loudly, looking at her with bewildered eyes, and hastily turned on his back, covering Hades Jr. or Hades Sr., rather.
She immediately closed the door, ran to the bed, and slumped her butt down on the mattress, covering her widely agape mouth. Beads of cold sweat were running down her forehead while all her blood rushed up to her flustering face. She shut her eyes forcefully, made the sign of the cross, and tried to forget the unholy sight she had just seen earlier. But she couldn't, she could not forget it. The scene was replaying in her head!
Right inside the shower, inside that goddamned shower. She saw him, completely naked in all his glory, gripping his huge, meaty cøck. She held her burning cheeks with her gelid hands, trying to forget that picture out of her mind, trying to keep herself sane. Hades' cøck. Hades Sr. Huge. Long. Ripe. Rosy. Rock hard. Drained in the cold shower. Spurting white juices.
Her hands slowly coiled into knuckles, ignoring her nails digging into her epidermis. Mortification was eating her alive and at a snail's pace while soberness was taking her over completely. God knew how she badly wanted to dig her graveyard right now, how she wanted to take out a knife and stab herself to kill the humiliation embracing her tightly like a tarsier. She was losing her mind.
A few minutes passed and the shower was switched off. The door creaked open and revealed a half-naked, drop-dead gorgeous Greek god only in a satin, white towel. Droplets of water were cascading from his dark hair, smoothly plunging on his tanned skin like little raindrops descending on a leaf, glistening with pure perfection. She noticed that his body wasn't overall toned and smooth and perfect, it had small scars. He maybe had them when he was in the service. They didn't look disgusting and gore, they looked like old scars that had healed for a long time. They added a hundred points to his goddamn sex appeal.
No sooner, he left the walk-in closet, wearing a grey tank top and tight white pajamas that gave an outline of the bulge just below his delicately sculpted stomach. Her face heated up once again. She immediately looked down on her pale lap when she realized that he had been staring at her ever since he left the walk-in closet. She couldn't look at him in the eye, she wouldn't dare to do so anymore, not anymore, not in a million years.
She was startled when she heard his profound footsteps coming close to her. She closed her eyes tightly, praying for him not to come closer. Coincidently, he stopped his tracks, and there he was, only a few inches away from her. Allison bit her lower lip and gripped on the mattress, embarrassment was grasping her on once again.
She almost jumped when he asked, "You okay, love?"