Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Dante Castelli.

No? Then tell me—why were you kissing me like that in front of that rookie?

I brought a hand to his waist, giving a gentle squeeze.

“So desperate to show everyone I’m yours?”

He bit his lip, trying to hold his ground, but that possessive gleam still danced in his eyes.

“I just…” He hesitated again, then let out a soft sigh. “You’re mine. I just wanted to make that clear.”

My grin grew wider.

“Do you really think anyone in this place doubts that?”

I tightened my grip on his waist, leaning closer against his body.

“Elijah, I belong to you just as much as you belong to me.”

His eyes widened slightly, his breath catching.

Watching him process my words, trying to absorb the truth in them, was fascinating.

“So stop worrying about that damn rookie.”

I trailed my fingers down his face, stopping at his chin, which I held firmly.

“He means nothing to me. He never will.”

His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but pride kept him from admitting the jealousy.

I kissed his cheek slowly, then lowered my mouth to his neck, feeling his heart race beneath my lips.

“You still haven’t answered me…”

I nuzzled against his skin, savoring every sensation.

“Were you jealous, bunny?”

He let out a frustrated sigh, too embarrassed to deny it. I moved to his ear and gave his earlobe a teasing bite.

“Answer me, Elijah,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. “Or I’ll have to drag the truth out of you some other way.”

His fingers gripped the fabric of my uniform, as if trying to steady himself against the wave of sensations I was unleashing.

“Yes…” he finally admitted, his voice barely audible,

“Yes, what?” I kept teasing.

He shut his eyes tightly and let out a heavy sigh.

‘Yes, I was jealous, fuck!” His voice came out hoarse, laced with frustration and desire.

God, that turned me on even more.

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Chapter 83

“Good.”

I leaned back slightly to look at his face.

“What is it, my love?”

“Nothing… Just kiss me.”

My lips crashed against his in a deep, hungry kiss, my hands gripping his waist as I let him take the lead.

I could feel his surrender, the urgency in every movement–and it only fed the fire inside me.

Someone was watching us.

I kept my eyes closed for another second, savoring the kiss, but when I glanced around, I caught a glimpse of that bastard Predator watching us from a

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