Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Dante Castelli.

A low chuckle escaped my lips as I watched my little bunny sleep. His face was serene, breathing soft, lips slightly parted.

So innocent.

So fragile.

And, above all, so mine.

I sat on the floor, leaning my back against the bed, and stared at the wall. My thoughts swirled like an insatiable addiction, always circling back to him.

Elijah‘ truly believes in me.

He trusts me.

Not for a second does he suspect he’s being manipulated.

He’s so naïve that the possibility doesn’t even cross his mind.

Telling him the truth–exposing what I really feel when I care for him–was an interesting experiment.

I wanted to see his reaction.

To see if he’d flinch, take a step back and try to push me away.

But he didn’t do any of that.

He simply accepted it.

I saw it in his eyes–he was fighting his own thoughts, the moral compass still ticking inside him.

But in the end, he always gives in.

He always comes back to me.

And that alone fills me with euphoria.

The moment he admitted he liked me was the final piece of the game.

Because he’s not the only one.

The way I feel about Elijah is entirely different from what he feels for me–but that doesn’t mean it’s any less intense.

Quite the opposite.”

What I feel for him is something I’ve never experienced before,

Something that burns and consumes like a relentless fever.

I tilted my head to

at him again.

So vulnerable.

So dependent on me now.

Chapter 72

Taking care of him is more pleasurable than I ever could have imagined,

His complete surrender, his blind trust… It’s a kind of delight I never thought I would savor so deeply.

My hand moved on its own, reaching out to his sleeping face. The gentle touch contrasted with everything I am.

My thumb brushed his cheek, feeling the softness of his skin beneath the fresh bruises.

A reminder of his fragility.

A reminder that I’m the only one who can protect him.

The only one who can save him.

But I don’t see him as weak.

He’s not weak.

If he were, he would’ve died the second he stepped into that arena.

Most would’ve passed out just from terror at the sight of that bastard’s size.

Most wouldn’t survive even a single hit.

But Elijah survived.

And that only made me prouder.

Because if I had lost him…

If, for any reason, my bunny had died…

I don’t know what I would’ve done.

I don’t even want to think about it.

It would’ve been hell.

I’d become something worse than I already am.

Something out of control.

With no reason to keep enduring this prison.

With nothing left to keep me sane,

My hand slid into his hair, stroking it gently.

But he’s here.

Alive.

Breathing.

And as long as I’m by his side, no one will ever touch him again.

But… would he forgive me if he knew the truth?

Small traces of a conscience trying to fight back, even if weakly. And that… I can’t allow.

I want to see him obsessed with me.

But I was the one who fell into the trap first.

I won’t allow it.

Never.”

I let out a deep sigh before leaning over Elijah, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, absorbing the warmth of his peaceful breath.

For a brief moment, I studied his serene expression, committing every detail to memory.

Then, I pulled away.

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