Sweet Hatred
Chapter 26: "Then beg me."

Chapter 26: "Then beg me."

Kael’ POV

I saw it—the way she trembled, the flicker of rage behind her eyes.

It wasn’t just a glare. It was a confession.

She wanted to kill me.

She wanted to cum.

And I had her right where I wanted.

Her wrists strained in their bonds, but it was pointless. I tied them too well. Her thighs were still clenched shut when I grabbed her hips and yanked her closer.

A small, breathy gasp left her bruised lips.

I hovered over her, pressing wet, teasing kisses along her jaw, her throat, the place where her pulse pounded the hardest.

When I reached her lips, she didn’t flinch.

She just stared at my mouth like she wanted to bite it off.

"You bloody—"

Gasp.

She never finished.

Because my fingers slid inside her wet little cunt again.

Her breath hitched. Her lips parted.

I curled my fingers deep, felt her body flutter around them. So fucking wet, so fucking tight.

She looked so pretty like this. So ruined.

I wanted to corrupt her.

"You look like you’re having a hard time, sweetie."

My voice was low, taunting, matching the slow, torturous strokes of my fingers.

I pressed against her spot, rolled my thumb lazily over her clit as she got wetter and wetter.

"Just shut the fuck—Ah!"

Her thighs twitched, her moans breaking free.

No more biting her lip to stifle them. No more trying to pretend she wasn’t falling apart.

The sounds she made—soft, desperate, shattered—they filled the room.

I couldn’t decide which was my favorite. The obscene, wet squelch of my fingers thrusting into her, or the way she whimpered, gasped, shook beneath me.

But it still wasn’t enough.

Her gaze dropped, half open—watching my fingers work her tight pink hole open.

Wrong.

I wanted her eyes on me.

"Forgetting something, Firefly?"

Her brows knitted, too lost in pleasure to catch on.

I leaned closer, my breath hot against her ear.

"Not the dress, firefly. The little lost lamb that wandered to you at the party."

Her body tensed, juices squeezing out.

"W-what?"

I smirked. Increasing my strokes. Teased her.

Her mind was fighting, trying to latch onto the words while her body drowned in sensation.

"...Marco?"

There it was.

Realization, rage, and the best part?

Pleasure.

I didn’t even need to answer. The way I smiled told her everything.

"You sent that bastard to me?" she snapped, her chest rising, falling, her glare cutting through the haze.

"More like gave him a little push." My fingers twisted inside her, pressing deep. "Since he wanted you so badly." A whimper slipped past but I caught it.

"And I don’t blame him." I continued while my thumb circled her clit. "But too bad you’re mine now Aria and I don’t like to share my toys."

Her fire returned.

"You fucking dick—!"

My whole body lit up. Fuck. That look she gave me.

I wanted to be buried in her, to feel her clench around me, to watch her fall apart completely while I fucked her deep and hard.

But not yet. Not until she paid for being so goddamn beautiful in her hatred.

I picked up the pace. Faster. Harder.

Her body shook, her voice hitched, her walls squeezed my fingers. And right when she was about to snap—

I ripped it away. Again. Again. Again.

By the fourth time, she was a trembling mess.

Her wrists flexed, the bonds biting into her skin. A single tear dropped. Her lips parted, breath ragged, dripping with curses, need, shame.

And still, that fire never died.

"You want to cum, don’t you?" I mocked, tilting my head.

Her chin lifted, protests burning in her glistening eyes.

"Then beg me."

And then—.

Splat!

Warm. Wet. Her saliva dripped down my jaw. My cock twitched. I grinned.

"How cute."

I wiped it off, my fingers drenched in her slick, mixing the two together.

Then I licked it clean. Her eyes widened for a second. And then my fingers slid back inside her. Her breath hitched. Her body arched.

"You can try again, Firefly."

My fingers found her swollen spot pretty easily, nudging, teasing, never giving her needy pussy enough.

"Just say the magic word, darling. I know you want it. And you know..." My lips brushed against hers, softly biting the lower bit. "I’ve got all night. So we can see who gives in first."

Her eyes flashed. Angrier. Wilder.

"I’d. Rather. Die." She spat. "And you can go bury yourself in the deepest pits of hell."

Ah.

"I can work with that."

My fingers slammed into her. Fast. Unforgiving. Her nails sank into the sheets, her body jerking, trembling, clenching. "Fuck... You... Bastard."

And then—A sharp gasp. A shattered moan.

Fuck. Her pussy gave in. Clear liquid gushed out, soaking the sheets, drenching my hand.

Her back arched, her lips parted, eyes rolling back as her body convulsed beneath me. "Ahhh!"

She was soaking. So fucking hot. Her breath came in ragged, heavy pants, her whole body spent, glowing, wrecked.

And I wasn’t done.

With one swift movement, I unbuttoned my shirt, my trousers, freeing my aching, hard cock.

The tip glistened, thick with pre-cum. I undid the tie wrapped around her wrists, but before she could move, I grabbed her thighs and pulled her to me.

She barely had time to catch her breath before my lips found the skin of her calf—biting, kissing, devouring.

And then I slipped my cock between her thighs. Her head shot up.

"What are you doing?"

Her voice was cracked, breathless. Ruined.

I smirked, shifting her legs over my shoulder with her thighs pressed together firmly. My cock slid against her soaked, swollen pussy.

"Having fun."

A groan rumbled in my throat. Her pupils constricted, so fucking hot.

The room filled with the lewd sounds of my cock gliding through her wetness, of skin slapping against skin.

Her thighs clenched, her hands gripping the sheets. But I wasn’t inside her yet.

Not yet.

This was just the beginning.

I slid against her, slow and deliberate, feeling the heat of her soaked folds coat my cock as I moved. She was so damn wet, so damn soft—it took everything in me to keep from slamming into her. But this? This was good. So fucking good. Punishing but good.

I leaned forward, pushing her own thighs against her belly. Her freed hand, barely reaching—clawed at my shoulders, nails digging deep, a scratch burning across my skin. The sting only made my hips snap forward harder, dragging my cock against her swollen clit.

She gasped. I felt it, the way her whole body tensed, thighs trembling. She was barely holding on.

"You really don’t want me to stop, do you?" I murmured, leaning in more, pressing my forehead to hers so I could drink in every shuddered breath, every flicker of defiance in those burning eyes.

Her glare was vicious, even as her body betrayed her, pressing back against every thrust, her fingers twisting into my hair.

"Fuck you."

I smirked, thrusting harder. More pressure. More heat. My cock slipped so dangerously low that I nearly groaned at the sheer risk of it.

"Careful, Firefly," I warned, voice thick, teasing. "One wrong move and—" I dragged my cock right against her entrance, letting the tip just barely push inside, testing her.

Her whole body jerked, breath stuttering, pussy throbbing and pulsing against me.

Oh. That reaction. That little flash of want she tried so hard to hide.

I chuckled darkly. "You’re hoping it slips in, aren’t you?"

She bared her teeth, shoving at my chest, but her legs locked tighter around me, keeping me close. "Go fuck yourself."

I grunted, pushing harder against her soaked folds, teasing her with every inch of my length. The sensation was too much—her heat, her wetness, the way she writhed against me like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to fight me or pull me in deeper.

I bit my lip, almost caving in, almost letting it happen. But then I grinned wickedly.

"If it does, Firefly," I whispered, dragging my lips against her ear, "we’ll have to cancel work tomorrow. Because you might not be able to walk properly."

Her eyes widened—equal parts rage and desire. She wanted it. I could see it in the way her breath hitched, in the way her thighs squeezed harder around me, in the way she was fighting herself as much as she was fighting me. She wanted to dare me—to prove my words.

But, of course, she still spat, "You make too much noise."

"And yet," I whispered, grinding harder, feeling my own release rising on the surface, "you’re still dripping for me."

Her gasp, her curse, the way she dug her nails into my back—it sent me over the edge. I slipped my cock faster, the heat rushing even more.

And then,

A groan ripped from my throat as I came, painting her stomach, her thighs, marking her. I dragged my cock over her, spreading it, owning her in the only way I could right now.

Aria laid there, panting, staring at me with fury-drenched eyes, her body still tense, still aching for something more. Something I wouldn’t give her.

I thrust into her again, faster, hotter, dragging out another shuddering orgasm as the thick head of my cock rubbed against her swollen clit. Her body trembled beneath me, pleasure wrecking her, and with a deep groan, I spilled over her soft stomach the second time, claiming her with every hot drop.

By the third time, her inner thighs has been painted with semen sliding down from both sides while her little hole clenched dripping with more juice, silently begging to be filled and stretched. I almost gave in, multiple times but stopped myself. Waiting was better and I knew how to.

I kissed her temple, smug and satisfied.

"Better behave tomorrow, Firefly." I smirked, rolling off her. "Or I might just let you suffer longer."