Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 25

Welcome to Hell

Chapter 25

Dante Castelli.

His taste still lingered in my mouth.

The softness of his lips, the pulsing heat of his body beneath mine… My sweet little bunny could deny it all he wanted, but we both knew the truth. He couldn’t escape my hands.

No matter how hard he tried to hide it, his body always gave him away. It responded to my touch, molding itself to my grip.

He was mine.

But before I could enjoy him again, there was something I needed to take care of.

Vibora.

That bastard really thought he could humiliate my little one?

No one had that right.

No other inmate. No guard.

If anyone was going to mark him, break him, or expose him, it would be me.

He was mine.

In every sense of the word.

If I wanted to see him on his knees, ashamed, bruised, beaten… that was my decision to make.

Because I was his owner.

We stepped into the cell, and I let him go in first. Like a rabbit entering the wolf’s den, he hesitated before crossing the threshold.

My eyes dropped to his ass, hugged tightly by the ridiculous prison uniform.

So tight.

I let out a frustrated sigh, slamming the cell door shut behind us. The bang echoed off the walls, making him flinch.

A satisfied smile tugged at my lips.

God, how I loved that fear.

I pulled the curtain I had installed. I never used to care about being watched while fucking someone.

But that had changed.

The moment I saw those damned inmates daring to look at my bunny’s naked body, something inside me ignited.

No one would ever have that privilege again.

Only me.

Slowly, I turned my head to face him. He stood there, frozen, lost, unsure of what to do. His nervousness was pure entertainment to me.

Tell me, bunny… Did you eat anything?”

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Tue, 29

“7–Just a little soup at dinner,” he muttered. “But I didn’t eat anything else all day.”

1 could very well punish that beautiful little ass of yours,” I said, watching how his shoulders tensed.

I walked over to the bed and sat down, resting my elbows on my knees. Fingers intertwined, I stared at him, waiting.

Fox already told me…”

I leaned forward, my voice dropping into a lower, threatening tone.

But let me make something clear, bunny. If you disobey me, you’ll get beaten. And you’ll lose things you value. Like, for example… your freedom.

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