Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 214

Welcome to Hell

Chapter 214

Unloading everything on that bastard had a perverse effect of relief: I

felt as if I had ripped out an old burden. Killing with my own hands

was, in a way, the therapy I needed.

A dry sound cuts through the silence: clapping. I turn my head and

see Adrian leaning against the wall, clapping slowly, with that dark

smile of his, eyes shining with satisfaction.

“Very well, my love. That was absolutely beautiful. You looked so sexy

killing him. Perfect.” He smiles, but his eyes remain cold.

I can’t contain myself. I move toward the door, slam it shut in the face

of his father and the warden, and in one swift motion, I grab him by

the collar, drag him to the wall, and pin him there.

The kiss is brutal and hungry, like everything I did moments ago: I

grip his nape firmly, pressing my body against his until I feel his

frantic heart beating against mine.

The kiss was still burning on my lips when the adrenaline consumed

me entirely. My body pulsed with the fury and pleasure of my ex-

boss’s death, and that needed to come out somehow. My hands dug

into Adrian’s uniform, pulling him toward me, sliding the fabric down

without thinking of anything but the need devouring me.

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Before I could measure it, I was already kneeling before him. Surprise

-I saw it in his eyes, that brief spark of shock. But I gave no room for

words. I gripped his waist, pulled him closer, and without hesitation, I

swallowed his hardness.

“M–Magnus… Love…” His voice broke into a moan, deep and

desperate.

His fingers buried themselves in my hair, pulling hard, and that only

spurred me on. I started slow, letting him feel the heat of my mouth,

the tight slide, every inch sucked with greed. The metallic taste of

pre–cum mixed with my own frenzy, and soon I couldn’t maintain

control.

My head moved back and forth with increasing intensity, my throat

opening to swallow all of him, never flinching, never showing mercy.

Adrian’s hoarse moans echoed like sickly music, louder and more

insane by the second.

I felt him shudder against me, and the pleasure of dominating him

of tearing sighs and moans from him like offerings, left me

even more aroused.

this way,

I pull my mouth away, panting, and run my tongue along the entire

length, leaving him wet, glistening under the dim light of the room,

The taste, the heat, the pulse in my hands–it all consumes me. I

resume contact, deeper, more intense, ignoring the gag, focused only

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on the pleasure of hearing him moan my name, lost in me.

I pull back just enough to wrap my hand around him, squeezing

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