Magnus Hale
Adrian turns my face with brutality and covers my mouth in a fierce, violent, devouring kiss. He swallows my groans as if they were food, his
tongue exploring every space, biting, sucking, until he leaves my lips raw. I try to bite him, but I can’t; he simply devours me amidst the kiss.
I close my eyes tight as an intense orgasm tears through me from the inside. Hot tears flow–not from pleasure, but from pure rage and shame.
I can’t believe it.
This bastard made me come.
Fuck!
I feel his smile against my lips. Pulling away, his eyes shine perversely.
He gives me no time to breathe.
I am brutally flipped onto my back; my spine hits the mattress, and then he catches me by surprise.
His face moves down, and before I can formulate a reaction, I feel his mouth wrap around my entire cock. A loud groan explodes from me, uncontrollable, My wrists twist in the handcuffs; I try to push his head away, but his strength is absurd for someone so thin.
I look down and find those black eyes fixed on me, submerged in an endless darkness.
It’s like being watched by Hell itself.
My lips burn so much that I can no longer bite them to contain my voice. The sounds escape–loud, shameful groans.
I’ve never been devoured like this before.
“Stop…” I try through my short breath. “Stop, goddamn it!”
My plea dies when he increases the speed, going deeper and deeper, more intense. My cock hits so deep in his throat, his tongue passing over
the head.
The pleasure runs me over against my will.
My body arches, traitorous, as another orgasm invades me with violence.
I scream in frustration and despair at the same time.
He swallows everything, letting nothing escape, as if he wanted to taste my defeat down to the last drop. When he stands up, he runs his tongue over his lips in a slow, obscene gesture and smiles with satisfaction
“It’s even better than I imagined.”
I am without strength, every muscle trembling.
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Chapter 167
My breathing is a mess.
I lift my eyes to him, my chest rising and falling fast.
Haven’t you humiliated me enough?” I spit, my voice hoarse.
Adrian tilts his head to the side and smiles. It’s the most dangerous smileve ever seen.
I must apologize in advance, my Magnus.” He speaks softly, but every word makes my blood run cold. Because your life is about to change.”
1 furrow my brow, confused, my heart racing.
What do you mean by that?”
That macabre smile returns, even more distorted.
You’ll see,” he responds, lingering on the words.
His fingers reach for the hem of his uniform, and he begins to undress without haste. I swallow hard, my eyes fixing on the body being revealed. Even though he’s thin, he’s defined–muscular in all the right places, with scars scattered across his body. His thighs are strong, his abdomen marked with abs as hard as stone.
Now that I’m noticing him more clearly… he isn’t as small as he seemed. He must be at least six feet tall. Tall enough to impose a presence, to terrify anyone without experience. But still, I can’t believe he’s as strong as I am–I stand over six foot six, forged in real battles.
Even so, the fact that I’m pinned under his body and handcuffed makes me swallow hard.
My gaze drops and freezes.
The air vanishes from my lungs.
What I see forces a curse from my lips.
“Holy shit…”
The difference is brutal.
It’s larger than mine.
The shadow of humiliation weighs even heavier.
Adrian notices.
His smile grows as he sees my shock, his black eyes shining with sickly pleasure. He leans in slowly, his voice coming out soft, almost affectionate, but every word wounds me like a cold blade.
There’s no need to be afraid, my love. I prepared you just right… it wont burt that much I promise it will be pleasurable.”
My voice comes out raspy, my throat dry with rage and despair.
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Chapter 167
Say the hallway from me with that thing, you sou of a bitch! You arent putting that in me
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My die beday tries to merge with the iron of the bed, as if I could pass through the bars and disappear. The handcuffs bite even deeper into my wrists, the cold iron tearing away already wounded skin.
It’s the fealing of being caught in a trap with no way out.
He approaches slowly, shurried, like someone savoring every second of my agony. His hand grabs my hair with force and pulls my head
forward until my face is level with his cock.
Open wide, love His voice flows smooth and poisonous,
1 teel the warm weight of the head of his cock against my battered lips. He rubs it, brushing hard, making my already injured skin sting even more. I try to turn my face, but the pressure on my scalp forces me back
Suddenly, he shoves it into my mouth, giving me no time to recoil.
His cock pierces through my mouth, so deep that the gag reflex cuts off my air. The grotesque sound of choking echoes in the cell. My hands twist in the handcuffs, pulling with violence, the iron tearing flesh, but there is no escape.
Ahh… your mouth is just as I always imagined…” he moans, gasping. “So hot… so tight.”
My eyes sting, Tears fall, mixing with the metallic taste of the blood already flowing from my lips. I try to bite, but I can’t; he moves too fast, fucking me with such brutality that there is no room for resistance.
The sound is disgusting, Wet slaps, a throat being forced beyond its limit. It is humiliation transformed into perverse music for him.
I’m going to kill him. I swear to God I’m going to kill him.
Look at me,” he orders, his breathing heavy.
My eyes lift, even though they are blurred by tears. The expression on his face destroys me: it is pure lust, a sadistic pleasure reflected in every feature. The sickly smile makes me want to vanish.
“Yes… keep looking at me, Magnus.” He laughs between moans. “I can even hear your thoughts… but no, my love. You can’t kill me. I love you too much to let you.
The sentence pierces me like a rusted blade.
Love.
Coming from his mouth, it sounds grotesque.
He holds my cheek, keeps my face still, and sinks his cock even deeper. My throat burns; my lungs beg for air. My entire body trembles–not from pleasure, but from the lack of oxygen.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
