Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 205

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My hips move on their own. With every thrust, his gagging echoes-

sinful, more exciting than any moan I’ve ever heard. The wet, obscene

sound drives me mad, and I yield to instinct, accelerating, brutal,

savage, thrusting deep until I feel him lose himself in the choke.

He doesn’t take his eyes off me. No matter how many times he gags,

he continues to stare at me, devoutly, as if he were in worship.

This vision is hell itself.

And I accept it.

“Adrian…” I moan his name, my voice broken, consumed by pleasure.

“Shit…”

The hungry glint in his eyes betrays something else: his hand is

moving frantically between his own legs. He touches himself while he

swallows me whole, and that explodes something inside me.

The scene is so obscene that I am lost beyond return. I hold his head

firmly, pushing with force, burying myself to the hilt, and I come deep

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in his throat, groaning out loud as I hit the limit.

He swallows it all. Every drop. He doesn’t pull away, doesn’t look

away, and doesn’t flinch. He just keeps looking at me, as if the entire

world were this moment.

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Panting, I pull my harness out, but he gives me no quarter. He

continues to masturbate, fast and desperate. To provoke him, I swipe

my still–sensitive cock across his red, swollen lips. The whimpering

sound that escapes him makes me shudder.

Then he reaches his own limit, coming into his own hand, making a

mess of himself without ever taking his eyes off me.

It’s dirty.

It’s obscene.

It’s far too sinful.

And for the first time, I carry no regret for losing myself in this

pleasure.

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Adrian stands up slowly, his eyes still shining with that controlled

madness. He pulls me into another kiss without asking, and I can

taste my own cum mixed with his–warm, salty, and far too intimate.

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It’s a calm kiss, quick, almost a profane peck. When he pulls away, he

has a satisfied, sinful smile.

“Good morning, my love,” his voice comes out low and hoarse, as if

still carrying the taste of what just happened.

I huff, half–amused, half–incredulous at what we just did.

“Morning, Adrian.”

He kisses my cheek with a touch of affection.

“Let’s finish our shower and then have breakfast,” he says, picking up

the soap.

I stare at him, confused, narrowing my eyes.

“Will I… be able to leave?” I ask, suspicion dripping from my voice.

Adrian gives me a slow smile and leans in, pressing a kiss to my

throat.

“Of course. I see no need to lock you up now that you are open to

loving me. There’s no reason for it anymore.” His voice is sweet.

He lathers his hands and begins to wash my body with care. Every

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touch is slow, almost reverent, as if I were something sacred. I can see

in his eyes how much he enjoys this–not just touching me, but having me like this, exposed, trusting him.

He looks happy, genuinely happy, as if this moment were more intimate than anything else we’ve ever done.

Yeah… I’ve lost this fight. I’m going to let this boy into my heart. But

I promise myself one thing: I am just as possessive as he is. If he ever

decides he doesn’t want me anymore, he will still be mine. Always.

I open my eyes and return to reality. I don’t know if I want to go to

the cafeteria. Facing my former soldiers, feeling the weight of their

stares, and hearing the laughter again. The mere memory of it turns

my stomach.

“Ah… I forgot to mention, love,” Adrian’s voice cuts through my

thoughts.

When I look at him, that glint of madness is already there, burning deep in his eyes.

“You don’t need to worry about certain people trying to humiliate you anymore. I’ve already given them a small warning.” He says it

naturally, as if it were something simple and inevitable.

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I stare at him suspiciously, a shiver running down my spine.

“A small warning? What exactly?” I ask, already knowing the answer

won’t be simple.

His smile spreads, macabre, showing a completely different person

from the one who kissed me a moment ago. This is the predator, not

the lover.

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“I didn’t do much. I just shot one in the head and turned fear and

despair into weapons.” His voice doesn’t tremble. It’s almost a banal

report.

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I stare at him, confused, trying to grasp how far he went.

“What did you do, Adrian?”

He runs his thumb over my lips as if he wants to silence me, and his

gaze turns serious, even more sickly.

“I forced Branco to kill his own companions in exchange for his life.

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