Chapter 31
Elijah Vaughn
Before I could fully process it, a shiver climbed up my spine as I felt his presence closing in.
Streng arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back, and the heat of his body pressed against mine made my breath hitch.
Kisses and bites trailed slowly along my shoulder, each touch sending waves of tension and alert through my body.
“You’re pure temptation, Elijah. Good thing you belong only to me.”
His voice was low and possessive.
‘I hope you don’t disappoint me, bunny.”
His lips brushed against my neck before his hand gripped my waist tighter.
‘I’m not patient. I don’t want to hurt you, so it’s best if you don’t give attention to any other male in this fucking place.”
The warning was clear.
Cold.
Final.
The air around us thickened, and I couldn’t tell if it was the heat from the shower or the weight of his absolute control that made my skin burn.
“Tonight, we’re going to have a lot of fun in the cell.”
A wicked smile curled his lips.
“I’m going to make you come so many times you’ll collapse. I’ll fill you up with my cum. Fuck, I can’t wait.”
He bit my shoulder before stepping away to his own shower.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and to make things worse–my fock was hard.
Fuck, why is this happening?
I shut my eyes tightly.
Hopefully he didn’t notice.
I stayed under the stream until my body finally relaxed.
Once the erection faded, I dried off quickly and put on my uniform. When I looked in his direction, he was already dressed, tying his hair into a bun.
He stepped closer, his domineering presence hovering over me.
“My good morning kiss, bunny. I trust you know exactly what I want.”
I swallowed hard.
Could I kiss him the same way he did yesterday?
I bit my lip, hesitant.
Chapter 31
The cut at the corner of my mouth throbbed–n reminder of last night.
Would it hurt?
But Dante didn’t seem the least bit concerned.
He leaned in, lowering himself to my level, waiting patiently.
I took a deep breath, hesitant–but gave in.
I cupped his face and took the initiative.
I pressed my lips to his, trying to deepen the kiss.
The moment my tongue touched his mouth, he responded instantly, taking control without hesitation.
Our tongues tangled in a heated, wet battle, while his firm hands gripped my waist and the back of my neck, pulling me closer with no intention of letting
- go.
The slight sting of the wound vanished the moment his mouth devoured mine with hunger.
Bites, sucks, licks–he left my mind blank.
He knew exactly how to control the moment, how to explore every inch of my mouth, and how to leave me breathless.
Every movement carried possession, an insatiable hunger, as if he wanted to mark me entirely.
When I turned my head to breathe, his mouth moved to my neck. His tongue slid slowly across my skin, followed by a hard suck that sent heat flooding through my body. I knew that mark would turn purple.
“You still need practice, bunny. But it was a tasty kiss.”
His voice was slow, thick with satisfaction and danger.
He stepped back with a smile, eyes burning with something that made me shudder.
My chest rose and fell rapidly, my breathing unsteady.
This man is driving me insane.
And I don’t understand why my heart’s beating so fast.
‘Let’s go, bunny.”
1 followed him without a word.
There was no reason to question or hesitate.
I just matched his steady pace through the concrete corridors toward the cafeteria.
As we entered the wide space, something felt off. The atmosphere was heavier, an invisible tension hanging in the air. The usual buzz of muffled conversations and distant laughter seemed muted/
Sneaky glances were thrown our way–some discreet, others blatant.
We descended the stairs, and I hesitated.
Welcome to Hell
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.
