Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191

Warily, I slide his stiffness out of my mouth, and a cough escapes,

breaking the heavy silence. I look up to find his chest heaving, rising and falling in a frantic rhythm, his half–closed eyes still intoxicated

by pleasure.

He blinks, and reality catches up to him. I see the rage emerge,

burning in his gaze–rage for having yielded, for having surrendered,

even if only for moments. The contrast makes me smile, slow and

satisfied.

“Thanks for breakfast, my love,” I provoke, my voice dripping with

sarcasm,

I rise from the floor calmly, wiping the corner of my lips, and watch

as he turns away, ignoring my words. He grabs his uniform and begins

to dress in a hurry, every gesture steeped in irritation. His

indifference only makes everything more entertaining, and a low

laugh escapes me–soft, almost intimate, but filled with mockery.

He walks to the bed and lies down with his back to me. I can see his

body trembling with rage, every muscle rigid in pure denial. I bring

my hand to my mouth to stifle the laughter threatening to break out,

savoring the moment in silence.

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I lift my eyes to the ceiling and run my tongue over my lips, still

feeling the taste of him in my mouth.

The flavor remains sweet and addictive.

Ah… 1 can hardly wait for him to continue with this pathetic pretense

of obedience,

1 am taking advantage of every second, and I am going to take

advantage even more.

1 slide my fingers over the buttons of my uniform, undoing them

calmly, without haste.

The fabric slides down my body until it falls to the floor. The semen

stains on the uniform catch my eye for a moment, but I ignore them. I

walk to the shower, turn on the valve, and let the hot water stream

over me.

I glance toward the bed. He is still facing away, rigid, his entire body

betraying the rage he is trying to suffocate. The sight draws a slow

smile from me. I close my eyes and let myself sink into the memory of

his brutality minutes ago, the way he dominated my mouth.

A shiver runs through my body, cruel and pleasurable, as if the

memory had a life of its own. My breathing becomes heavy and

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irregular. Unable to contain myself, I slide my hand down to my cock,

already rigid and pulsing, begging for more.

I start slowly, with movements that soon gain strength, accelerating

as the desire grows. My eyes remain fixed on his broad back, and I notice when the skin on the back of his neck breaks into goosebumps.

The detail pulls a satisfied smile from me; he realizes what I am

doing, but he chooses not to look.

A moan escapes my lips as my imagination takes over: my cock buried deep in his little ass, taking him completely, wrenching sounds from

him that he would pretend to hate.

“Magnus…” The name comes out in a louder moan, loaded with

pleasure.

I do not care about holding back.

I want him to hear, to know how much I want him.

I remember our first time, his mouth wrapping around my hardness,

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