Welcome to Hell
Chapter 214
Unloading everything on that bastard had a perverse effect of relief: I
felt as if I had ripped out an old burden. Killing with my own hands
was, in a way, the therapy I needed.
A dry sound cuts through the silence: clapping. I turn my head and
see Adrian leaning against the wall, clapping slowly, with that dark
smile of his, eyes shining with satisfaction.
“Very well, my love. That was absolutely beautiful. You looked so sexy
killing him. Perfect.” He smiles, but his eyes remain cold.
I can’t contain myself. I move toward the door, slam it shut in the face
of his father and the warden, and in one swift motion, I grab him by
the collar, drag him to the wall, and pin him there.
The kiss is brutal and hungry, like everything I did moments ago: I
grip his nape firmly, pressing my body against his until I feel his
frantic heart beating against mine.
The kiss was still burning on my lips when the adrenaline consumed
me entirely. My body pulsed with the fury and pleasure of my ex-
boss’s death, and that needed to come out somehow. My hands dug
into Adrian’s uniform, pulling him toward me, sliding the fabric down
without thinking of anything but the need devouring me.
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Before I could measure it, I was already kneeling before him. Surprise
-I saw it in his eyes, that brief spark of shock. But I gave no room for
words. I gripped his waist, pulled him closer, and without hesitation, I
swallowed his hardness.
“M–Magnus… Love…” His voice broke into a moan, deep and
desperate.
His fingers buried themselves in my hair, pulling hard, and that only
spurred me on. I started slow, letting him feel the heat of my mouth,
the tight slide, every inch sucked with greed. The metallic taste of
pre–cum mixed with my own frenzy, and soon I couldn’t maintain
control.
My head moved back and forth with increasing intensity, my throat
opening to swallow all of him, never flinching, never showing mercy.
Adrian’s hoarse moans echoed like sickly music, louder and more
insane by the second.
I felt him shudder against me, and the pleasure of dominating him
of tearing sighs and moans from him like offerings, left me
even more aroused.
this way,
I pull my mouth away, panting, and run my tongue along the entire
length, leaving him wet, glistening under the dim light of the room,
The taste, the heat, the pulse in my hands–it all consumes me. I
resume contact, deeper, more intense, ignoring the gag, focused only
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on the pleasure of hearing him moan my name, lost in me.
I pull back just enough to wrap my hand around him, squeezing
firmly, feeling him throb against my skin. I provoke him with the tip
of my tongue, exploring slowly, and lift my eyes. He stares at me. The
insane glint in his gaze is pure desire, naked lust, and a sickly
devotion. No one has ever looked at me like that… as if I were an
altar, as if there were nothing but me.
Without thinking, I stand up and kiss him, grabbing his nape and
pinning him to me. Our tongues fight, intertwining in a frantic
rhythm, and when he sucks mine, a hoarse moan escapes my throat,
muffled between us. I pull away, gasping, and in an impulse, I tear off
my uniform, letting it fall to the floor.
I take a few steps to the table, leaning my hands on it, my body
exposed, hot, and surrendered. I turn my face over my shoulder and
stare at him. I say nothing. I don’t have to.
He understands.
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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.
