Sweet Hatred
Chapter 149: Cramped r18

Chapter 149: Cramped r18

Something in me broke so quietly it didn’t even make a sound.

"I’m sorry..." I whispered, my voice barely audible above the rush of wind. "I shouldn’t have asked you that."

He didn’t say anything right away. Just looked at me. Long and searching.

Then softly, almost like a thought slipping out, he said, "I’ve never seen you cry before."

My heart squeezed. Only then did I realize a teardrop had fallen.

"Don’t look so sad," he murmured. "It’s in the past."

I shook my head gently. "That doesn’t matter, Kael." My voice wavered, but I held his gaze. "Even if it happened years ago... something like that never really stays in the past. It still hurts. Like it happened just yesterday."

There was silence. A thick, stretching kind. And then he kissed me.

Not rushed. Not demanding. Just... soft. Like a thank you. Like a sorry. Like a piece of him slipping into my hands that he didn’t know how else to give.

I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight.

I didn’t say anything else. I didn’t need to.

Some wounds didn’t need words. Just warmth. Just holding. Just staying.

And I wasn’t going to let go.

"I wonder why some fathers have to be such shitty human beings," I muttered under my breath, still holding him.

Kael let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling softly against my collarbone. His hand slid up into my hair, stroking gently like I was something fragile he didn’t quite know how to hold.

I should’ve still been tipsy. The wine from the party had made everything hazy and lightheaded, but the longer we stood here, the clearer I felt. Sobriety creeping in with every word he spilled. And yet... it still felt like a dream.

Kael’s face was buried in the crook of my neck, his breath warm against my skin, too warm, too vivid to be imagined.

"It’s getting cold," he murmured suddenly, his voice muffled against me. "We should head back home."

I hesitated. I didn’t want to. Not yet. Not when he was like this. Not when I had him like this. Because I knew once we were back in that godforsaken castle, he’d slip his mask back on, and I’d have to watch him disappear all over again.

But I nodded. "Okay."

We got into the car. The silence was comfortable at first... until it wasn’t.

I kept glancing at him. Again and again. Like if I looked hard enough, I could memorize this version of him, the one who shared the most painful part of his past without flinching. The one who didn’t hide. The one who let me see him.

And then he looked at me from the corner of his eye, smirking faintly. "If you keep looking at me like that, Aria, I might be forced to pull over again."

My heart kicked into overdrive.

And before my brain could stop me, my mouth blurted out, serious, almost desperate, "Maybe you should."

He turned to me so fast I thought we’d crash.

"What?" he said, like he wasn’t sure he heard me right.

Realization slammed into me and I wanted to crawl out of the damn car. "Shut up."

"I didn’t even say anything," he laughed, clearly too pleased.

"It doesn’t matter," I muttered, glaring out the window.

"Are you serious?" he asked, voice dipped in that low, devilish tone that made my spine curl. His green eyes lit up like fire, that dangerous kind of amusement playing across his face.

"Forget I said that."

"No," he grinned, "I won’t."

We never stopped and eventually pulled up to the castle gates, the car rolling to a stop in the side garden. Some staff—maybe a butler or assistant, I wasn’t even sure, stepped forward with a slight bow.

"Shall I assist with—"

Kael cut him off smoothly, not even sparing him a glance. "We don’t need it."

He turned to me, the shadows of the car wrapping around him like smoke. "Now... where were we in our conversation?"

I groaned, grabbing for the door handle. "I regret saying that."

But before I could escape, I heard the telltale click.

The locks.

I glared at him. "Kael."

He leaned closer, his voice a dark whisper against my ear. "If you regret it, why’s your pulse racing?"

I cursed myself for falling for a man who could ruin me just by breathing too close.

And yet, I didn’t move away.

I didn’t want to.

He didn’t give me a chance to protest. One moment I was huffing and cursing him under my breath, and the next his hand was on my waist, dragging me into his lap like I was a toddler.

"For tempting me," he murmured, wicked, voice velvet and sin. "You should know better by now."

I straddled him, heart hammering against my ribs. My hands slid up his chest as he adjusted the seat back, giving us more room but not nearly enough. It was cramped. Tight. Uncomfortable. And I loved it. I didn’t even know why but all I knew was that I wanted him right there and there.

He smirked up at me, breath grazing my lips. "I thought you were off limits."

"I might reconsider," I snapped, already rolling my hips against him.

That shut him up fast.

He groaned, low and sharp, before yanking me down and crashing our mouths together. The kiss wasn’t soft, it was needy, bruising, a messy clash of teeth and tongues. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him gasp into my mouth.

Why the hell was I like this tonight?

Why was I the desperate one now?

Usually he was the one all bricked up at just a whiff of me, eyes dark with need. But here I was, practically grinding on him like an animal in heat, chasing every inch of friction, every spark, every sinful sound he made.

Maybe... maybe this was the only way I could own something about him. Maybe if I fucked him hard enough, kissed him long enough, made him want me more than he wanted control—maybe then he’d finally let me in.

My hips rocked against his bulge, and I felt him throb through the layers. He was already hard. Always was. For me.

His lips moved to my neck, biting lightly, his hands gripping my thighs as he helped me grind harder against him. The heat built and built and—

Kael let out a breathless, broken chuckle. "God, are you this needy ’cause of the way I made you cum at the party?" he whispered against my skin. "Did almost getting caught turn you on that much?"

I pulled back just enough to glare down at him, breathless, lips swollen. "You talk too much, Kael." I ground down harder, slow, punishing, deliberate. "I’d rather your dick do the talking."

His eyes darkened—feral. Fucking feral and I loved it.

"Ohhh," he grinned, damn near manic, "I always like this side of you, Aria." He reached down, unbuckled his belt with a practiced flick and the moment his zipper dropped, his cock sprang free like a weapon unsheathed, thick and flushed and ready, as if it had been just waiting for permission to ruin me. The tip glistened with pre-cum.

No panties. No barrier. Just damp, desperate heat between my thighs and his cock already nudging at me, thick, heavy, pulsing like it knew exactly what it was about to do to me. He shoved the slit of my dress up over my hips and I gripped him tight at the base and sank down with a broken gasp, inch by aching inch.

His cock stretched me wide, made my breath hitch as my body fought to take all of him. The first push in was smooth, soaked, obscene but the rest? Relentless. My cunt clenched around him, greedy and overwhelmed, a filthy squelch echoing in the car as I forced myself lower with a tremble in my thighs and a needy, choked moan ripped from my throat.

I was stuffed, full, stretched to the brink and I never wanted to come off.

Kael’s hands were warm on my waist, fingers digging my hips, his breath fanning over my lips as he murmured, "And to think you swore I wasn’t allowed to touch you again for at least a week."

I narrowed my eyes, straddling his lap as the car rocked slightly beneath our movements. "Shut your mouth or I’ll stop."

His smirk was instant, dangerous, and devastating. "You wouldn’t dare."

But I leaned forward anyway, my lips grazing his jaw with a wicked slowness. "Try me."

"Jesus," he hissed, head falling back, fingers biting into my hips. "You were dripping for me that whole damn ride, weren’t you? Fuck—"

I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My lips parted in a soft cry as I started to move—slow and deep, dragging him in, feeling every inch. My thighs trembled, sweat slicking my skin despite the chill outside the windows.

"You’re taking your sweet time," he rasped, his nails pressing into my ass. "Trying to kill me?"

"Maybe." I rolled my hips deliberately, savoring the way he cursed under his breath, his muscles flexing beneath me. "You deserve it."

It was cramped, my knees pressed against the seat, my back brushing the steering wheel, the windows fogged up, but somehow it made it better. Filthier. More desperate. I wanted him struggling for control. I wanted to be the one who made him unravel.

Our bodies collided in breathless, dirty rhythm—kisses turning messy, sweat-slick and teeth-biting. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling. His mouth latched onto my neck, sucking bruises like he wanted to brand me again and again.

"Tell me firefly," he grunted, "does it turn you on knowing anyone could’ve seen us earlier? That I had my tongue inside you at that party—"

"Kael—"

"—and you came so hard, you almost forgot people were watching."

"it was your fault," I groaned again, but I was close, too close and my pace grew frantic, desperate. "God, I hate you."

"Liar."

And then I was clenching around him, crying out against his neck as I came, shaking, gasping, falling apart on his lap. He wasn’t far behind. With a low, guttural moan, he held me tight and buried himself deep, spilling inside me in long, pulsing waves until I collapsed on him.

Our breath mingled in the steamy air. My body limp against his.

And then I felt it. Him. Still hard. Growing harder.

Kael’s mouth ghosted against my ear. "you’re not done with me are you?"