Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 87

Welcome to Hell

Chapter 87

Lucian Moreau

My name is Lucian Moreau, but in here, no one calls me that..

Here, I’m known as Predator.

I earned that name because I never take no for an answer.

I’ve stolen the interest of many, seduced the unreachable, and claimed those I believed deserved to be mine.

When I set my sights on someone, sooner or later, they give in.

And now, I want the Reaper.

From the moment I laid eyes on him, I knew he had to be mine.

Not for status, not because of the fear he instills in others… but because he’s the most hypnotic creature I’ve ever seen.

That towering frame, chiseled features, and the way he moves with a presence that thickens the air around him.

I need to feel him.

Kiss every inch of that sinful mouth.

Kiss every part of his body.

Be fucked by him–consumed, marked.

And I don’t care how long it takes.

Because I always get what I want.

But there’s an obstacle in my way: the new kid.

I don’t know his real name, but I know he belongs to the Reaper. They’re a couple. I saw the obsessive gleam in the Reaper’s eyes when he looked at him–a twisted, possessive obsession.

And I also saw the jealousy, the insecurity, in the new kid’s eyes.

1 can use that.

will use that.

That scene in the yard filled me with rage. The Reaper on his knees, sucking that brat off like he was something special. And worse, the kid had the audacity to call him “love” just to provoke me.

How pathetic.

My blood boiled–not with hate, but with frustration.

That boy doesn’t deserve someone like him. He doesn’t even know the man he has in his hands.

But I do.

And I know exactly how to destroy them./

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Chapter 87

Insecurity is a powerful weapon.

I’ve done this before.

I’ve broken up marriages. I’ve toyed with women’s minds until they grew so suspicious of their husbands they walked out. And in the end, they always came to me–vulnerable, ripe to be molded.

It’ll be no different with the Reaper.

The boy will leave him.

I’ll make sure of it.

And when he does, I’ll be there, ready to fill the void.

He can deny it now, cling to that boy all he wants. But when he’s alone and desperate for a distraction, his body will crave release.

And I’ll be there–ready to give him everything he needs.

I’ll watch them.

Study every detail.

I know how to plant doubt, how to twist a thought into poison–something corrosive that spreads until it takes over. All it takes is a slip, a glance, a little suggestion… That boy is already insecure. He just needs the right push.

The Reaper’s possessiveness might be his greatest weakness. He doesn’t tolerate being challenged. He hates when anyone touches what’s his. I can use that -make the new kid see him as too dangerous to love.

And when his trust shatters, when the boy turns his back on him… the Reaper will want me.

He’ll need me.

No matter what he says now, no matter how tightly he clings to that boy, in the end, he’ll give in.

Because everyone does.

And I’ve never failed.

But I have an ace up my sleeve.

Viper.

Fox told me a few things about him. He used to be the Reaper’s toy. Just like the others–before that damned rookie showed up.

If so, he could be useful.

When I entered the cafeteria again, the place was almost empty. Most inmates had already left for their duties, leaving only a few scattered across the

I approached without hesitation and sat across from him.

“What do you want, rookie?” he asked bluntly.

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