Sweet Hatred
Chapter 135: ...watching you wait. r18

Chapter 135: ...watching you wait. r18

Without any more words, he took my hand and started guiding me out of the balcony, down the hall, like he had something urgent and secret to share. Of course he didn’t explain anything. He never did. It was always this air of mystery, of control, of him.

He led me to his study. The door shut with a soft click behind us.

That room always felt different. Like him—rich, dark, precise. The scent of cologne, leather, and something sharp lingered in the air. He motioned to the leather couch.

There was a box sitting on it. White. With a satin black ribbon tied neatly across the top.

I turned to him, raising a brow.

"Open it," he said simply, watching me with that unreadable stare that made my skin tighten.

I sat down and pulled the ribbon free, lifted the lid—and stopped breathing for a full five seconds.

Inside was a dress.

Not just a dress. The dress he was talking about.

Blood red. Halter neck. Backless. With a slit that could cause international incidents. Okay maybe too dramatic but it was definitely sexy... It looked like sin and glamour and danger all stitched together. The fabric shimmered like liquid fire under the light.

"You bought this?" I whispered, brushing trembling fingers over the soft material. "For me?"

He didn’t answer right away. Just stepped closer.

"I saw it, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you in it," he murmured, voice low and velvet-dark. "Or how everyone else would see you—and know you’re mine."

I swallowed hard.

The possessiveness in his tone curled around me like silk and smoke.

"Try it on," he said.

I glanced up at him, skeptical. "Here?"

His eyes darkened. "You’re not shy, Aria."

"Maybe I’m selective."

His smirk returned. "That’s why I love watching you unwrap for me."

My heart did something stupid. And then something even stupider—I stood up, clutching the dress.

"I’ll try it on," I said, brushing my fingers over the dress, "but I won’t let you see."

Kael’s expression dropped immediately. His brows dipped, eyes narrowing like I’d just committed an actual crime.

"Why won’t you let me see?" he asked, the frown tightening.

I smiled—devilish, smug, playful as I folded the dress back into the box."Because I want to see it on myself first. Alone."

That muscle in his jaw ticked. There it was—that look. The look of a man unraveling quietly, his patience snapping thread by thread. I turned away, pretending not to notice how still he’d gone, how the air shifted, thickened.

"You’re going to kill me," he muttered, voice low and tight.

"You’ll live," I teased, backing toward the door.

Or at least I tried to.

Because he was on me in an instant.

His hands grabbed me by the waist and yanked me back into him. My gasp barely escaped before his mouth found the curve of my neck, his lips dragging hot, possessive kisses down my skin.

"Why won’t you let me see, Aria?" he murmured, voice a wicked purr between kisses.

"I—I told you—" I stammered, already breathless.

"Say it again."

His mouth was everywhere—my jaw, my collarbone, the shell of my ear. His hands slid lower, beneath the hem of his sweatshirt I wore, palming and grabbing my ass hard enough to make me gasp again.

"Kael—"

He grabbed the box from the couch and tossed it aside with no hesitation. It hit the floor softly, forgotten. The next second, I was lifted off my feet like I weighed nothing. He carried me to his desk and set me on the edge like a prize he was about to unwrap.

His mouth found mine, hungry and deep, tongue sliding against mine, biting my bottom lip. I moaned into him, fingers knotting into his shirt, thighs squeezing around his waist on instinct.

"Tell me why," he whispered against my lips, kissing me again, slower this time. "Why won’t you let me see you in that dress?"

I tried to answer, but his hand had already slipped beneath the waistband of the sweatpants, fingers brushing between my thighs—lazy, confident strokes that made me shake.

"You’ll see it eventually," I managed, voice cracking, "It’s just fun... watching you wait."

He let out a short, low laugh, wicked and full of heat.

"So it’s okay," he said, his fingers pressing deeper, stroking with devastating ease, "if I take my revenge now?"

"Kael—"

But he didn’t wait.

His mouth crashed into mine, tongue demanding, punishing, kissing me like he wanted to erase the space between us. His fingers moved inside me, slow at first, just enough to feel me pulse around them—then deeper, firmer, curling with precision.

I whimpered, body already betraying me. My thighs trembled, heat blooming from my core all the way to my chest, my breath turning ragged.

Despite how sore I was from last night, I was already dripping for him.

Like my body recognized him. Like it belonged to him.

His other hand slipped under the sweatshirt, gliding up my ribs, fingers brushing the underside of my breast.

And all the while, his voice was right there, in my ear, soft and low and dangerous:

"You don’t get to tease me like that, firefly. Not without a little punishment."

"Wait—"

"Don’t cum until I say."

My head snapped up, eyes wide. "What?"

Kael didn’t flinch. His fingers moved inside me in slow, devastating strokes, curling right where he knew it would make me tremble.

"I said don’t cum," he repeated, his voice dark silk against my ear. "Not until I tell you."

"That’s not fair," I breathed, hips already twitching at the intensity, the way he was pressing, stroking, dragging his fingers over my spot like he was sculpting the ache inside me.

He kissed the hollow of my throat, inhaling like he was drunk off me. "Now you know how I feel," he whispered. "Every time you tease me. Every time you wear my clothes and smile like you know exactly what it does to me."

I couldn’t even argue. My mouth opened, but all that came out was a choked moan.

"Fuck," he groaned, lips grazing my skin. "You smell so good, firefly."

I clenched around his fingers, thighs shaking, body begging for release I wasn’t allowed to have. My hands scrabbled at his chest, his arms, trying to stop him because it was too much—it was everything.

And then... he stopped.

My body screamed.

Kael pulled his fingers out and looked me straight in the face, pupils blown, mouth parted. He licked his fingers slowly—filthy and deliberate—never breaking eye contact.

"You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever had. And I’m not done."