Welcome to Hell
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Magnus Hale Kael
His voice is calm, but my blood is still pulsing too hard for me to listen to reason. I clench my fists and take a deep breath, trying not to explode more than
I already have.
I realize how much I’m sounding like a teenager having a jealousy crisis. But it’s too late.
I stare at him, firm.
I want some time.”
His eyes darken immediately. His expression shifts; the docile look vanishes, replaced by something that sends a shiver down my spine.
“What? His voice comes out deep, far too low. “You want what?”
I take a step forward without backing down. Or at least, trying not to show the fear running through me.
“I. Want. A. Fucking. Break,” I repeat, pausing after every word. “Do you understand?”
I brush past him, bumping his shoulder slightly, and head for the door.
The laugh that escapes behind me
neck. my is low, dark–almost a warning. I feel the hair stand up on the back of
I don’t look back.
I just run toward the woods behind the house, the cold air cutting across my face. Leaves crunch under my feet, and my heart hammers in my chest.
I’m completely fucked.
I sprint into the brush, the cold air biting my face. Leaves and twigs snap under my feet; my heart beats like a sledgehammer in my chest.
“You better keep running, my Magnus. Because when I catch you, I’ll make you regret this decision.”
Holy shit, I’m toast.
I keep racing, the darkness of the forest swallowing me up. I look in every direction; nothing. This is turning into a scene from a cheap movie. Friday the
13th: Personal Edition.
Fear tightens my chest. I hate this. I hate that smile of his when he turns into a demon. Adrenaline rushes through my whole body, and out of carelessness, I catch my foot on a rock and go down.
Branches scratch my back; the fall leaves my vision blurred for a second. I get up, a bit dizzy. Twigs snap behind me–real horror movie stuff.
Before I can regain my balance, something tackles me from behind. Strong hands pin my arms behind my back; my face is crushed into the damp earths the
dry air rushes into my nose.
“I caught you, Magnus, his voice, far too close, sounds calm and sharp. I told you you’d regret this decision
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“Let go, I mutter, my voice failing. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“I thought I needed to teach you a lesson,” he replies, low and dangerous, “You asked for a break. I’m going to show you what happens when you play around
with that.”
The pressure on my joints increases. I know I’m screwed, but for some indecipherable reason, I don’t pull away. I look up and meet his eyes–dark,
dangerous, totally impossible to ignore.
Before I can say a word, my pants are pulled down, exposing my ass.
“What the hell…” My voice dies as he shoves my head further into the dirt.
‘Shut up. I don’t want to hear your voice.” He leans over me, biting my ear. “I only want to hear your screams.”
Adrian… Dammit. A sharp slap lands on my ass. “Stop.”
Another slap.
Another one.
Then another.
I don’t know how many slaps there were.
“You look like a whore, Magnus. You complain, but here you are.”
He grabs my already rigid cock.
“Hard, dripping with pre–cum.
“You bast- My voice dies as he grips my member tightly. “That hurts.”
“I’m going to make it hurt even more. Until you apologize for playing with the idea of leaving me. I let out a humorless laugh.
“And who said I’m playing? I want a fucking break… Or better yet, I want to break up.”
The silence that forms in the air is dense, terrifying, and dark,
“Right. I think you deserve the punishment.”
I hear the zipper of his pants being pulled down. I tense up, trying to escape his clutches. Without any preparation, he penetrates me dry. The scream dies in my throat; the pain makes my whole body shudder.
The lucky thing is that we fucked like animals in heat this morning. So, I’m relaxed. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.
‘You son of a bitch… Oh!” lle lands another slap on my ass.
“Shut your fucking mouth; only open it to moan.”
He grabs my hair with one hand and my waist with the other. His thrusts become brutal, the pain is soon replaced by pleasure. I hate my trady
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“Your hole is so tight. Even though I fucked you so well this morning. Remember? When I hit your prostate, you were screaming, begging me to keep hitting
it.”
He slams into my prostate with force, making me moan with pleasure.
I can’t give in.
I can’t give in to the pleasure.
No…
I can’t…
Fuck.
His grip on my hair becomes intense, making it hurt a little. He doesn’t stop his violent thrusts inside me; the sound our bodies are making is so pornographic.
He shoves two fingers into my mouth, making me gag at the invasion.
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