Sweet Hatred
Chapter 144: dessert r18

Chapter 144: dessert r18

I blinked at him, heart in my throat. "You weren’t exactly alone, either."

His mouth twitched. "I was doing charity work. At the Mario’s sincere request."

"You’re unbelievable."

"And you’re jealous."

I scoffed. "And you’re not?"

That smug, terrifyingly sexy glint in his eyes returned full force. "Do I look like a man who shares?"

Before I could answer—before I could even breathe, he lifted me slightly, caging me fully now between his arms and the door, his thigh slipping between mine like it belonged there.

"What are you doing?" I managed, voice high and tight as his mouth brushed my neck. My collarbone. Each kiss softer than sin and twice as addictive.

"Apologizing," he murmured.

"That won’t work." I turned my face away, heat crawling up my cheeks.

His hand cradled my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes.

"Then tell me what will."

I opened my mouth.

He didn’t wait.

One hand slid down. Gripped my thigh. Lifted it until it wrapped around his waist and he pressed closer, mouth finding mine with a kiss that made the floor disappear. His hips ground into me just enough to make my toes curl.

"Kael—" I gasped into his mouth. "My lipstick."

His smirk ghosted against my lips. "That’s fine. I’ll help you put it back on."

His mouth was on my throat again, and God, I could already feel the heat building, my body reacting to him like it had been starving all night.

But I wasn’t going to give in.

Not yet.

"Kael," I warned, breath shaky.

And then—

He stepped back. Dropped to one knee. Slow. Reverent. As if he were about to pray. Or sin. Or both.

His hands slid up my calves, the heat of his palms dragging over my skin, spreading like wildfire.

He looked up at me like I was everything.

"Tell me," he said softly. "How you want me to make it up to you."

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Kael’s hands coasted up my calves, deliberate and slow, pushing the hem of my dress higher inch by devastating inch until his fingertips reached the tender backs of my knees. He stayed there, kneeling like a sinner beneath a goddess, looking up at me like I’d hung the stars he used to find his way back home.

"Aria," he said, quiet and wrecked.

God, just the way he said my name made my thighs clench.

"I can’t stand watching you pretend to be just an assistant. Watching you let other men orbit you when I’ve already named every part of you in my head. Every inch of you’s been memorized, claimed—you just don’t know it yet."

My breath caught. My lips parted. I tried—tried—to think of something sharp, something that would cut through the thick tension coiling around my waist, but all I managed was a choked, "Kael..."

He leaned in. Pressed a kiss just above my knee.

Another.

Then another, higher this time, closer to where I was already pulsing.

"You want me to apologize?" he whispered against my skin. "Fine. Let me show you how sorry I am for looking at anyone who isn’t you."

His hands smoothed up, under my dress now, sliding along my thighs with reverence, worship, and a promise.

A very dirty promise.

I gripped his shoulders, nails digging in as I swayed slightly, breath hiccuping in my chest. "Kael..."

He looked up again, his mouth so close to where I needed him. "Let me make it better, firefly."

Then his fingers found the band of my panties and started to slide them down—slowly. Torturously. His eyes never left mine. There was no teasing smirk, no cocky grin.

Just... focus.

Desire.

A raw kind of devotion.

I stepped out of the soft fabric when it reached my ankles, my heart slamming against my ribs. I could feel the cool air of the room kiss my bare skin, and my dress now rested bunched around my hips. A ridiculous, decadent pile of silk and temptation.

Kael’s hands gripped my thighs again, spreading them slightly as he pressed a kiss to the inside of one. "You drive me mad, Aria," he said, voice gone hoarse. "Mad enough to want to get on my knees for you in front of everyone, just so they know whose name you’ll be moaning later."

"Then do it," I whispered, fire licking up my spine.

"Already am."

And then his mouth was on me, and everything else ceased to exist.

My head fell back against the door with a muted thud.

Kael’s mouth was everywhere.

His tongue moved with sinful precision, slow at first—languid strokes that teased me open, tasted me like I was the finest thing he’d ever laid lips on. He wasn’t in a rush. He savored. Worshipped. Ate me like I was dessert and he had all the time in the world.

But we didn’t have time.

And that made it worse. That made it better.

I bit down on my knuckle, teeth sinking in hard, desperate to smother the moan clawing up my throat as he buried his face deeper.

My other hand fumbled uselessly against the door, nails scraping the wood, legs trembling when he locked one arm around my thigh and lifted—hoisting my leg up over his shoulder.

His fingers slid inside me dragging out more pleasure than I could calmly handle.

My heel dug into the hard muscle there, barely keeping me steady, while his tongue flicked in circles that sent lightning cracking through me.

I was soaked, clenching around his fingers.

And he was starving.

The muffled murmur of voices passed by outside the door, and I froze—but Kael didn’t.

No. That bastard moaned into me, like the risk only made him harder. Hungrier.

"Kael," I whimpered, so breathless it barely left my mouth. "Kael, someone—"

"I know," he rasped against me, the vibrations making my hips jerk.

Then he sucked on my clit like he wanted to pull my soul through it.

"Shh," he whispered, hot breath skating over my skin. "Don’t be loud, sweetheart. You don’t want them to hear how beautiful you sound, do you?"

My knees buckled.

He gripped tighter, held me steady like I was cardboard, and dove back in with a hunger that stole the air from my lungs. His tongue flicked, circled, plunged—and I couldn’t stop the trembling that took over my body, couldn’t stop the broken moan that spilled out as I teetered right on the edge of unraveling.

"Oh my God—Kael—" My head dropped, and my hands flew into his hair, yanking as he devoured me like I was a prayer answered.

Pressure coiled tight, molten and pulsing, and my thighs clamped around his face without meaning to.

He just growled.

My heel pressed harder into his shoulder, my entire body winding tighter, tighter—until my climax snapped through me so fast, I forgot my own name.

I came with a soft cry, thighs quaking, nails in his hair and forehead still pressed to the door as I rode out the waves, gasping for air like I’d been dragged under water.

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