Chapter 70
His gaze locked onto mine, intense, loaded with something dark and impenetrable.
“But know this, bunny… I do all of this for your own good.”
His fingertips traveled slowly up my leg, as if wanting to etch his presence into every inch of me.
‘I don’t want anyone else to see this side of you.‘ His tone dropped lower, deeper. “No one but me should ever see you like this… so vulnerable. So fragile.
My heart pounded against my chest.
“Always be strong in front of everyone, my love.”
He leaned in slightly, his hot breath brushing my skin. “But this side… I want it to be mine alone.”
Before I could react, I felt the soft press of his lips against my inner thigh.
A shiver ran up my spine.
It was a command.
The glint in his eyes rooted me in place, consuming me as if sealing something inside me.
My breathing grew heavy, every muscle in my body tense, as if knowing this wasn’t right.
And yet… some shadowed part of me surrendered to those words.
Because he wanted only me.
Only me.
And that was so wrong.
But at the same time, so addictive.
He pulled back slightly, his gaze never leaving mine. His fingers slid up to my face, tracing a gentle caress, as if handling something precious and delicate.
“Tell me, Elijah. Do you really think it’s wrong to belong to me? That you should choke down what you feel for me and cling to your morality?”
I opened my mouth, but no words came.
“Speak, darling.”
His thumb brushed my cheek tenderly.
“Are you having doubts?
I let out a heavy sigh, averting my gaze.
“Yes…”
My voice was so low it almost faded away.
“Everything changed so fast. You scare me, but at the same time… I know you’d never hurt me… as long as I don’t disobey
The words spilled out in a low, hesitant tone, heavy with resigned fear.
Chapter 70
“I should be terrified of this. The fear of doing something wrong, of not meeting your expectations and being punished. My feelings should be wrong–l know you’re not innocent, not a good person… But then, why do I like you so much?”
He didn’t answer right away.
He smiled–a dark, twisted smile–before taking my face in his hands and pressing a slow kiss to my lips.
‘It’s not wrong to like me, bunny.”
He brushed his lips against mine, his tone dripping with a poisonous tenderness.
“Yes, I’m not good. I never will be. But I am good for you… because you deserve my kindness.”
My eyelids fluttered as his lips touched my forehead, soft and tender, a cruel contrast to his destructive nature.
“And don’t worry…” His voice dropped to a whisper against my skin. “I won’t hurt you if you disobey.”
He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, a dangerous spark flickering in his eyes.
“There are… other ways to punish you.”
His fingers lazily slid across my chest.
‘Like, for example, not letting you cum.”
My face burned instantly.
He laughed, satisfied with my reaction.
“You’re so innocent, Elijah… It amuses me. Not everything is about aggression, bunny.”
His hand trailed up to my forehead, his fingers warm against my still–cold skin.
“Here…” He pressed lightly. “The mind is the key.”
I swallowed hard.
‘You want… to put fear in my mind?”
His smile widened, slow and calculated.
‘Not fear… obedience.”
I let out a sigh, feeling something tight coil in my chest, something I couldn’t define.
“That makes it sound like you’re manipulating me.”
He leaned in slightly, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous fascination.
“Manipulating?” He repeated, his tone thick with irony. “Me?”
His fingers returned to caress my skin, gentle, seductive.
gave you choices, didn’t I?” His voice came low. “When I told you to go to the bathroom and decide whether you’d come back to my cell or your old one. I gave you freedom.
I blinked, confused.
Welcome to Hell
