Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 18

The orgasm exploded with force.

“F**k… what a wonderful sight.” The husky voice sounded full of desire. “A masterpiece.” Ah… fuck.

The movements accelerated, prolonging my orgasm, until he finally spilled inside me, filling me with his cum.

My mind was spinning, my chest rising and falling in despair.

I can’t believe it… And once again… I lost myself in pleasure.

He continued inside me, in no hurry to come out. His body leaned forward, his black eyes locked on mine, filled with a dangerous darkness.

“If you allow some bastard to touch you.” The voice sounded cold, sharp as a blade. “I’ll rip your legs off. But not before I violently rape you.

The fear returned in full force, chilling every fiber of my being. For an instant, I forgot who he was.

Do you understand, Elijah?”

The question wasn’t really a question.

I swallowed, my body trembling.

“Y–Yes…” The answer came out weak, almost a whisper.

The smile that appeared on his face bore satisfaction.

That’s better.

It came out of me suddenly, drawing an involuntary gasp from the impact. My legs failed me, forcing me to lean against the wall to keep from collapsing. My body was exhausted, my mind in tatters.

“Now you can finish your bath in peace.”

The voice sounded casual, as if nothing had happened.

A shiver ran down my spine as I watched him walk away to another shower. The hot water slid over my body, but the shiver that gripped me wasn’t caused by the cold.

Fox was right.

I belonged to the Grim Reaper now.

And there was nothing that could change that.

When he approached again, instinct made my body recoil, holding my breath. The thought of being taken again made my skin crawl.

But to my surprise, he calmly raised his hand, extending something towards me.

A toothbrush, a tube of toothpaste, and a still–wrapped bar of soap.

Since you’ve been such a good, obedient bunny, you deserve a reward. The tone was full of perverse amusement, and each word sounded like a threat in

disguise. “Now they’re yours. You can use them.

The trembling fingers took the items hesitantly.

Thank you…” His voice sounded weak and uncertain, and he wasn’t even sure why he was saying thank you.

I opened the toothpaste, spread the cream on the bristles, and started brushing my teeth. The refreshing sensation was a rare relief, as if at least my mouth could be purified, even if the rest of me was filthy inside.

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