Chapter 162
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I lean my body closer.
Want distance from me? Defeat me. I leave the challenge in the air. “Only the strong survive here. If you can beat me, everything will be yours, little angel: the power, the men, even the chair you’re sitting in.”
I hold his face, caressing his cheek. His warm skin contrasts with the coldness he pretends to feel. I observe his tense jaw, the gaze that avoids
mine, and the lip bitten by anxiety, I feel his breathing quicken, and it intoxicates me more than any drug.
Don’t try to provoke me by touching my things.” I squeeze the back of his neck, forcing him to look at me. “If you’ve won the trust of the guards or that worm Navarro, fine. But don’t delude yourself. Right now, find it amusing. Keep pushing, and I’ll be forced to act.”
I squeeze his neck just enough to draw a shudder from him. His eyes widen, and I know his heart is racing out of rhythm. The whole hall
watches, exactly as I desire.
I want them to see who commands, who possesses, and who decides.
I turn his face firmly, allowing him no choice. I approach slowly, savoring the anticipation.
When our lips meet, the cafeteria plunges into absolute silence.
The kiss is neither brief nor delicate. I take his mouth as something that already belongs to me by right. Adrian tries to resist, his lips closed for a few moments, but that only fuels my will. I squeeze the back of his neck, forcing them open, until I give way to my tongue–invading, dominating, savoring.
The taste is unmistakable: sweet, hot, and addictive. Every stolen sigh is a reminder that, no matter how much he pretends, no one else will ever have this privilege. I explore every corner, demanding, allowing no escape, devouring him in front of everyone, leaving my mark like conquered territory.
The air around us seems to freeze. I feel the gazes weighing on us; every witness is held captive by the scene.
I want this.
I want them to see my angel being taken without shame, without disguise,
I want them to understand: Adrian belongs to me.
His breathing breaks rhythm, his fists remaining clenched on the table. I bite his lower lip lightly, pulling before letting go, leaving a clear mark. I lick the corner of his mouth slowly, as if cleaning something that only belongs to me.
When I pull away, his lips are red and moist, glistening under the dim light of the cafeteria. I run my thumb slowly over his mouth, spreading the heat I left behind.
I smirk, satisfied with the suffocating silence around us.
“You’re my little toy, Adrian. Don’t delude yourself into thinking you can provoke me without consequences. Play with whoever you want, talk to whoever you want… but always within the limits I allow. Because when decide to move, no one will be able to save you.”
Irelease his neck calmly, like someone undoing an invisible knot, and leat back in my chair as if nothing had happened.
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The silence is heavy.
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Inmates look away, pretending to eat. Adrian remains motionless, rigid, his fists still clenched. The flush on his face betrays what he tries to hide. He doesn’t look at me; he fixes his eyes on some empty spot, as if he could deny what everyone just saw.
Now, I am certain he feels humiliated. Kissed in front of everyone, exposed, market. Best of all: his “allies‘ witnessed it too.
And that amuses me.
It’s exactly how I like it.
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