Sweet Hatred
Chapter 145: Suprise guests from hell

Chapter 145: Suprise guests from hell

Kael didn’t move. He just kept kissing me, slow now, reverent.

"I’ll never get enough of you," he whispered against my thigh, lips brushing fire there.

I could barely speak.

But the second I looked down and saw the way he was staring up at me—eyes dark, lips glistening, still kneeling—I knew this man wasn’t anywhere near done.

I shoved at his chest, heart pounding, dress clinging to my skin like sin itself.

"Stop," I breathed, pushing him back. "We can’t... we can’t do this here."

Kael rose to his full height, towering over me with that smug, wicked glint in his eyes that made my thighs clench all over again. He leaned in, kissed me—slow and soft and deep enough to make me forget how to breathe.

I melted for a second.

Just a second.

Then I pulled back with a groan. "Kael."

"What?" he murmured, lips ghosting over mine. "Didn’t I tell you what happens when you misbehave?"

I blinked, dazed. "What—"

"I don’t wait until we’re home."

My eyes narrowed. "You’re such a freak." I pushed his chest again, adjusting my dress and smoothing down the wrinkled fabric like it could hide what he just did to me.

He just smirked, pressing soft kisses against my jaw, then lower.

But then I felt it—warmth still dripping between my thighs.

Shit.

I looked down and realized—

"My panties," I hissed. "Where the hell is my pantie?"

Kael just smiled.

Smiled.

"Looking for something?" he said innocently, tilting his head like he hadn’t just committed war crimes between my legs.

"You have it," I accused, eyes narrowing.

He shrugged. "Maybe."

"Kael—"

"I told you." He stepped in close again, lips brushing mine. "It’s your punishment... for letting another man breathe so close to you."

I gasped, scandalized. "I can’t kill every single man who talks to me!"

"No," he said, dragging his eyes down my body like he wanted to devour me all over again. "But I can ruin you enough that they never try again."

"You are unhinged." I tried to push past him, but he caught me with a hand to my waist. I kept rambling, cheeks flushed. "Honestly. This is why no one takes you seriously—because you’re—wait, you’re not even listening, are you?"

His eyes were on my lips again.

Goddamn him.

"I’m talking to myself," I muttered.

He leaned in, smiling lazily, and kissed me again. This time gentle, affectionate... infuriating.

Then he pulled back and asked, "Where’s your purse?"

I blinked, confused. "Uh... outside?"

He turned, just like that, and walked out the door like he hadn’t just ruined me against it.

I stood there, stunned, pulse racing and panties nowhere in sight. I leaned my head back and groaned. "Idiot. You complete, panty-stealing idiot."

Next time, I promised myself. Next time I wouldn’t fall so easily. Next time I’d be stronger. Next time—

The door creaked open.

Kael walked in, calm as sin, my purse in hand. He didn’t say a word.

"Where did you go?" I asked, still flustered.

No answer.

Instead, he reached inside my purse, pulled out my lipstick, and took my face gently in his hand.

"Stay still," he said softly.

I froze.

He twisted the lipstick open, then leaned in, eyes focused like he was painting art and not reapplying a deep red stain to lips he’d ruined just minutes before.

Slow, precise and, sensual.

I hated him.

I wanted him.

I was so screwed.

He finished applying my lipstick with painstaking care, his thumb brushing the corner of my mouth like he owned every inch of me.

"There," he whispered. "Perfect."

Then he kissed me.

I gasped, slapping a hand to his chest. "You just ruined it!"

He smiled like the menace he was. "And I’ll fix it again."

"No, Kael, we’re—"

His lips stole the words from mine. Slow at first, then deeper, needier. One hand gripped my waist, the other sliding up the curve of my back like he couldn’t help himself. His kiss was slow poison. Addictive. Dangerous.

"Is your libido forged in hell or something?" I panted when I broke free for air.

He laughed, low and sinful. "You think this is hell?" His mouth grazed my ear. "I’m just warming up."

I rolled my eyes—tried to push him back.

I tried.

Instead, I ended up backed against a table across the room, legs somehow wrapped around his hips. My heels dug into his back, his mouth tracing fire along my neck and collar. Every kiss peeled away another layer of my sanity.

"Kael," I warned.

"Mm?"

"I swear, if you don’t stop—"

"Then what?" he whispered against my throat. "You’ll scream? Moan? Shatter?"

I bit my lip so hard I nearly drew blood.

A knock.

Sharp. Polite.

We froze.

"Everything alright in there?" Maria, the Don’s wife, called gently. "I saw Kael step out earlier—just making sure everything’s fine."

He was still kissing me.

I glared at him, silently mouthing stop it, but he just moved to my jaw, pressing a teasing kiss beneath my ear.

"We’re fine!" I managed, trying to keep my voice steady while gripping the edge of the table like my life depended on it. "Just... making sure there’s nothing else to adjust."

"Do you need any help?"

"No! Thank you! We’ll be out in a second!"

The silence that followed felt like a thousand years. Finally, we heard her footsteps retreat down the hallway.

Kael chuckled into my skin.

That was the last straw.

I yanked him back by the hair like he was a damn misbehaving dog.

"You’re going to pay for this," I hissed.

His grin was unrepentant. "I can’t wait."

He finally pulled away and smoothed his shirt like he hadn’t just been seconds from dragging me into sin on a random antique table.

"Come on," he said, calm as ever. "Let’s go say our goodbyes."

I didn’t answer. I grabbed my purse, dug out some wipes, and tossed a few at him like darts.

He wiped the smudged lipstick off his mouth, still watching me like he was imagining round two.

I re-applied mine in the mirror, cheeks flushed, neck red, body still thrumming with tension.

Then I narrowed my eyes at him. "My panties."

He raised a brow, all innocence.

"Kael."

"They’re gone."

I groaned. "I despise you."

"I doubt it."

"Don’t. I’m plotting your death."

I gave up. Adjusted my dress one last time. Took a deep breath.

"Fine. Let’s go," I muttered, throwing the door open and stepping into the hall like I wasn’t internally dying.

We barely made it halfway across the hall before Kael slowed beside me, body tensing beneath his calm, sharp suit.

I followed his gaze.

And felt my stomach drop.

Mr. Ewan Roman stood by the Don, clasping hands with that rehearsed charm of his. Beside him was another man—tall, slightly broad-shouldered, dark brown hair swept neatly back, hazel eyes gleaming beneath the crystal chandeliers. He didn’t look anything like Kael, or even the chairman, really. But that veiled cruelty in his smile? That was a Roman thing.

Andrew.

Kael’s brother.

The surprise guests from hell.

"Oh no," I whispered.