Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 59

Edgar Langley.

I walked down the corridor with a satisfied smile, nodding briefly at the guards along the way. But my mind was far from there.

I closed my eyes for a moment, recalling last night.

I was patrolling the cell block when I passed by the Reaper’s cell and heard moans. It wasn’t unusual to hear that kind of sound coming from his cell, but what made me stop was the peculiar tone–a mixture of desperation and desire.

Out of pure instinct, I stepped closer, peeking through a small gap in the curtain. And what I saw left me fascinated.

The newbie, Elijah Vaughn.

The way his body moved, the moans slipping out like a perverse melody, his sweaty skin glowing under the dim light… Every detail made my cock throb. His parted lips looked like they were begging for more, and the Reaper held him like he was a trophy, an untouchable prize.

But I’m not just anyone.

I do what I want in this prison.

I stayed there, watching, absorbing every detail as my body reacted instantly. Desire shot up my spine, heat pooling in my gut.

F**k, that boy moaned so beautifully.

Before I could get caught, I walked away and headed to the office. But the scene wouldn’t leave my mind. Still flooded by the images, I jerked off right there, imagining what it would be like to be in the Reaper’s place, holding that body, hearing those moans meant for me.

exhaled slowly, bringing myself back to the present.

And then, I made a decision.

Elijah Vaughn will be mine.

I’ve always hated the Reaper. That bastard acts like he owns this prison. He walks through the corridors like a king, like this place belongs to him. And everyone–guards, inmates–bows to him. Everyone except me.

He tried to kill me once. I barely escaped with my life. He crushed me against the wall like I was nothing.

Since that day, my hatred for him grew to unbearable levels. But he’s not the only dangerous man bere.

I am too.

I control the guards. I know the hidden tunnels. I know exactly what happens in every damn cell of this place.

And now, I’m going to take his toy.

Just imagining his face when he finds out another man had what’s his, that his precious little toy was used and dirtied by someone else, drives me insane.

He doesn’t care about anyone–that’s obvious. A man like him doesn’t feel. But what turns me on is the disgust he’s going to feel.

The humiliation. The rage of knowing someone dared to touch what he thinks is his.

I can’t wait to see his face.

Today is the perfect day.

According to my source, the Reaper will be busy. Every week, he spends an entire day in the warden’s office, doing who knows what. Even I don’t have-

Chapter 59

access, and that pisses me off.

I have hours to enjoy his toy.

I passed by the inmates slowly, scanning each table until I found him. There he was. Hair still damp from a shower. He had no idea what was coming.

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