Sweet Hatred
Chapter 136: you get punished r18

Chapter 136: you get punished r18

His other hand gripped my face, fingers squeezing my cheeks gently, mouth crashing into mine before I could even breathe.

"Now taste how sweet you are," he growled against my lips, sliding his fingers back into me without warning.

I gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed every sound.

My hips moved toward him, traitorous and greedy.

He didn’t let up.

"This is how you drive me crazy, Aria," he rasped. "Every second I’m around you, I’m starving. I’m addicted. And I’m not stopping until you learn what you’ve done to me."

I whimpered, helpless, every muscle tight with need.

Then I broke. Like a fucking dam.

I came, hard, crying out into his shoulder, shaking as the orgasm ripped through me without mercy.

He stilled. Let the moment hang there. Then leaned into my ear.

"You disobeyed me."

I barely heard it over the pounding in my chest.

"That means," he whispered, unbuckling his belt with one hand, "you get punished."

When he pulled his cock out, I nearly choked. No matter how many times I saw it, it still scared the hell out of me. Thick. Long. Devastating.

My eyes widened. "Wait—we’re doing it here?"

He smirked, cocky and shameless. "Yeah. Right here."

"But someone could—what if—Kael—"

"So what?" he said, brushing the tip against my soaked entrance. "Let ’em watch. We’ll give them a fucking show."

A fucking show? Of course. How could I forget the man I was dealing with. A total exhibitionist. It’s how I met him anyway.

I opened my mouth to protest again, but his mouth slammed down on mine, eating the sound right out of me.

"You’ll just have to keep it down, firefly."

And then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants and tugged them down with a single, effortless move. They pooled at my ankles, leaving me bare and already shaking.

He lifted my hips up, and I gasped—because I could see it. See him. See his flushed tip. See how swollen and wet I was. See him lining up, sliding back and forth through my folds, teasing my entrance until I was gasping for air like I was drowning.

And then—

He pushed in.

I came, again.

He pushed in slowly—deep—until I felt stretched to the brink, my body clenching hard around the intrusion.

Then he pulled back.

I bit down on my bottom lip, breath hitching as he did it again and again. Slow in. Slow out. Each movement designed to drive me out of my mind.

He was toying with me.

Waiting.

Watching.

My head tipped back, forehead damp with sweat, mouth open in a silent cry.

He was making me chase it—the fullness, the stretch, the dizzying pleasure of him finally being buried to the hilt. I could feel how needy I was, could feel the way my hips tried to meet his, searching for the pressure, for the force I needed and he was deliberately denying me.

"Kael," I whispered, voice cracking.

He just smirked.

Then his hands found my thighs, pushing them wider—spreading me open further so he could go deeper.

I gasped. "God—"

But it still wasn’t all of him. I knew it wasn’t. I could feel it in the ache, in the way I was straining to take him fully and still not quite managing it. My insides were fluttering, spasming, and all he did was grind his hips, press in slow again, and stay there.

"You feel that?" he murmured, breath hot on my cheek. "That’s not even all of me, baby. You’re still not ready to take me."

I was shaking.

And then he slammed it in. No warning. No mercy.

I groaned. Not moaned or whimpered. I groaned like a monster, my eyes rolled back without shame.

Another climax hit me like a wave breaking over jagged rocks, sudden and brutal and unstoppable. My body arched, legs trembling, everything squeezing down on him hard.

Kael groaned too like he was losing his mind. "Fuck—your pussy’s strangling me, Aria."

I could barely breathe. Barely think. And when I tried to let the sounds escape me—raw, broken sounds of pleasure he tore from me—he caught them with his mouth, kissed me hard, swallowed every noise like he was starved for it.

He didn’t stop.

Even as I convulsed around him, even as I whimpered from the oversensitivity, he thrust again.

And again.

Deep. Smooth. Relentless.

"God, I can feel you," he growled. "So wet. So tight. You don’t even know what you do to me."

My legs were turning to jelly, my fingers scrabbling against his shoulders for something to hold onto—anything—because I couldn’t keep myself grounded.

And then he pulled my hands up, wrapping them around his neck.

"Hold on to me."

I barely had time to react before he hooked his arms beneath my thighs and lifted me off the desk, never once slipping out of me.

I gasped, my whole body suspended, still clenching around him, helpless as he stood tall and began pounding up into me with sharp, deliciously brutal thrusts.

My head fell onto his shoulder, mouth open in a gasp. I could feel every inch, every stroke dragging against my walls in a way that had me spiraling again—already.

"Kael," I whimpered, "I—I can’t—"

"Yes, you can," he panted, biting at my neck. "You’re mine. You take all of me, every time. You’re built for this."

His grip on my thighs tightened as he slammed in deeper, harder, faster.

And I was falling apart, completely.

The desk was a blur. The room, a haze. The only thing I could focus on was Kael—inside me, holding me, wrecking me.

My body was limp in his arms, hooked around his shoulders, his arms locked beneath my thighs like steel bars. And he was slamming into me, brutal and hard, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine, bouncing me against the wall of his chest with each deep thrust. I could hear the obscene wet sounds every time he buried himself, feel the sweat beading on his neck, his breath hot against my collarbone.

Then—

Knock knock.

A knock.

My eyes fluttered open in a haze, panic sparking.

"Kael," I rasped. "Someone’s—someone’s at the door—"

He didn’t stop.

He didn’t flinch.

Instead, his hand slipped down and grabbed a handful of my ass, spreading me wider, shoving deeper inside me with a guttural sound.

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