Chapter 13
Dante Castelli.
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“If that really was a natural reaction… then it was undoubtedly the most delicious I’ve ever tasted.” I teased, with a satisfied smile. “His whole body gave in… it was a pleasure to see him like that.
He trembled uncontrollably, his breathing ragged as tears rolled down his face.
1–I don’t want to… I can’t stand this feeling. Please, please… Choose someone else and leave me alone.” My voice came out weak, broken by despair.
My expression tightened. I held his face firmly, forcing him to face me.
I’ve been patient until now.” My tone was as cold as ice. “But you still don’t seem to understand. What you want doesn’t matter. I’m going to fuck you, whether you like it or not.
I walked away without haste, removing my black uniform. The dim lighting in the cell revealed every trace of the tattoos that covered my muscular body.
My stiff, throbbing cock sprang free, and the shock in his eyes intensified my pleasure even more.
“No… please. Move away.” The pathetic plea made me roll my eyes.
I walked over to the shelf and reached for the bottle of lubricant I always kept nearby. I turned the cap, giving him an expectant look.
“Get on all fours.
Hesitation ran through every inch of his body, but reality quickly imposed itself. He knew that if he didn’t obey, the consequences would be worse.
And he was right.
My patience ran out.
The tears flowed again when, with faltering movements, he turned over on his stomach, exposing his ass without alternative.
Pleasure raced through my body like an uncontrolled fire.
I’ve never felt such hunger, such raw desire for someone.
I’ve always fucked thinking only of myself.
The pleasure of others was never part of the plan.
I never cared if they moaned with pleasure or pain; it never made a difference.
But him…
This boy has awakened something different.
I want to possess him, to have him completely surrendered to me. I want his body to recognize me as its owner, but also for his mind to desire me.
That he doesn’t fear my presence but desires it too.
That his body doesn’t just cry out for domination but for the unique pleasure that only I can provide.
And I will do that.
I moved closer, sliding my palm over the warm skin of her left buttock before slowly separating them.
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“Relax, bunny.” My voice came out low, full of expectation.
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