Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 231

He stares at me in silence for a moment, his gaze steady, and then he begins to strip off the blood–stained uniform, piece by piece, until he is completely naked. My gaze drops involuntarily, and the air seems

to vanish from the room.

He is rock hard, pulsing.

“I will always be hard for you, Magnus.” He speaks softly, his voice hoarse, sincere in an almost disturbing way. “I don’t care if I’m on top or on the bottom. It’s you. Only you have the power to control my

body.”

And I see it in his eyes: it’s not a provocation, it’s not manipulation.

He is serious.

He is willing to be the submissive one, to surrender totally, just to prove he didn’t betray me.

I clench my jaw, trying to contain the mixture of rage, desire, and disbelief washing over me.

I point to the bed, my voice firm.

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“Lie down.”

He obeys immediately, without questioning, his body moving fast, lying on the bed with a fixed, surrendered gaze.

I take off my uniform piece by piece, devouring every reaction in his eyes. When nothing remains of me but exposed skin, I approach the bed, climb over his body, and stare at him seriously.

“Don’t you dare touch me, and don’t you dare come without my permission,” my voice comes out low, firm, almost a command. “Do you understand me, Adrian?”

He nods, but the gesture isn’t enough for me. The slap cracks through the air; the impact turns his head to the side, surprise written all over

his face.

“Answer with words, Adrian.”

He takes a deep breath, his voice hoarse and submissive.

“Yes, love… I understand.”

I kiss his stomach slowly and move down gradually toward his length.

I grip him hard; instead of pain, he lets out a groan of pleasure. It

made me roll my eyes.

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This boy finds pleasure in everything, holy shit.

Without further delay, I run my tongue over the head of it, sliding down, already tasting the pre–cum. I swallow all of his hardness, sucking hard, making him groan loudly without a care. I rest my hands on his thighs and begin to move my head back and forth.

I look up and find Adrian with his eyelids closed, his body arching against the mattress. He grips the sheet so hard his fingers have turned white, as if that were the only thread keeping him tied to

reality.

I force my mouth to go even deeper, gagging in the process. But I stay firm, swallowing all of his rigidity. He whimpers, his voice broken by pleasure, unable to contain himself.

His cock pulses strongly in my throat. His taste is far too savory, addictive in a way that drives me crazy. I pull my mouth away, seeing how drenched his length is; I hold him tight and begin to jerk him off.

“Love… I can’t take it. It’s so good,” he pants, his face contorted as if the pleasure were too strong to bear.

I raise my hand to the level of his face.

“Suck,” I order, forcing my fingers against his mouth.

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