Sweet Hatred
Chapter 83: "Don’t pass out yet" (18+)

Chapter 83: "Don’t pass out yet" (18+)

He nodded like a man starved, voice wrecked. "Y—"

I didn’t let him finish. My mouth crashed down on his, hot and messy and filthy—a kiss that wasn’t sweet or gentle or shy. No, this was claiming.

My tongue tangled with his like I was trying to drink him in, drown us both in heat. His moan punched into my mouth like he couldn’t take it anymore, his hips jerking up, cock twitching inside me.

I swallowed the sound and kissed him deeper.

My fingers tangled in his hair, yanking just enough to make him growl, and I fucking smiled against his mouth. He tasted like need, like sex and desperation, and surrender.

I kissed him until we were breathless, until saliva slicked between us, until he was trying to chase my mouth even when I pulled back to breathe.

"Still holding on?" I teased against his lips, barely able to form words myself, my voice cracked and hoarse.

His hands gripped the sheets tight enough to tear. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, like he needed to bite something to stay still.

"Such a good boy," I cooed, dragging my nails down his chest. "Letting me use you like this..."

His hips bucked, barely. A twitch. A warning.

I stopped moving instantly and raised a brow. "I didn’t give you permission to move yet."

"Aria." It was a growl this time. A threat and a plea wrapped in velvet.

I grinned. "Oops. Did I strike a nerve?"

He glared up at me—wild, feral, beautiful—and for a moment, I swear the air shifted. Like something deep inside him had snapped.

But I wasn’t scared.

I was fucking drunk on it.

I leaned down, licking a stripe up his neck to his jaw. "You gonna break your promise now? Or can the big bad CEO keep it together while I ride him into madness?"

He said nothing. Just smirked and stared at me with that unholy glow in his eyes.

So I moved again. Riding him like I owned him. And I did—every gasped breath, every twitch of his cock inside me, every cursed moan that spilled out of his perfect mouth.

I was drunk on power. Watching Kael come undone under me was like tasting divinity—my thighs trembled, sweat slicked down my spine, and still, I moved. Rode him like he was mine to ruin.

His mouth was opened slightly. His eyes half-lidded, glowing with something carnal, something dangerous—and for a moment, I thought I’d won. That I had him exactly where I wanted him.

"Look at you," I panted, cupping his face with one hand, rolling my hips slowly, deliberately. "All fucked out and still trying to look scary."

His lips twitched. A ghost of a smirk. And then—

The world shifted.

His hands shot up like lightning, grabbing my waist in a punishing grip. Before I could blink, he’d slammed his hips up into me—hard, brutal, claiming.

My gasp came out broken. "K-Kael—"

"You’ve had your fun now firefly," he growled, voice low and thunderous, eyes burning gold now. "It’s my fucking turn."

He thrust again. And again. Sharp, punishing drives that knocked the air from my lungs and stole the ground from under me. I tried to hold on—tried to stay in control—but I was crumbling.

"Too much?" he taunted, slamming up so deep I saw stars. "No, no, sweetheart. You don’t get to tap out now."

I sobbed out a moan, clinging to his shoulders. "Kael—f-fuck—"

"You wanted me broken?" he rasped, breath hot against my mouth. "Then you better be ready to shatter too."

And then—he came. Hard. Hot. Buried so deep I swear I could feel it hit something inside me. My walls clenched around him, a cry tearing from my throat as pleasure hit like lightning.

I thought he’d stop.

He didn’t.

His body moved again. Shifting.

And in one smooth, ruthless move, he flipped us—slammed me down against the mattress, still inside me. His hand pinned both my wrists above my head, the other spreading my thigh wide.

I looked up—and saw that smirk.

That wicked, hungry, inhuman smirk.

His eyes were glowing again. Not soft, not tame.

But blazing. It wasn’t the pleading man I’d just had writhing under me. No, that man was gone—wrecked and buried beneath whatever demon had clawed its way to the surface now.

And in that moment, I knew— I was in fucking trouble.

"Round two, baby," he purred darkly. "Don’t pass out yet."

Then he slammed into me.

I screamed. Not in pain—but in pure, wrecking shock. His hips snapped relentlessly, like he was chasing something in me. Like he was trying to fuck every ounce of power I’d held over him just minutes ago out of me. I tried to breathe, tried to hold on, but he was everywhere—his chest dragging against mine, his grip branding my wrists, his cock punching deeper than I thought possible.

"Oh, what’s that?" he murmured between thrusts, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Looks like you’re the one struggling now, firefly. Can’t handle it?"

I couldn’t speak. Could barely moan. My body shook with each brutal snap of his hips, thighs trembling around him. But even then—even then—I couldn’t help myself. My lips parted, breathless and raw, and I smirked back.

"You were... still begging me," I panted, "to let you cum."

His eyes flared.

And then he laughed. A low, wicked chuckle that raked through my spine like a current.

"Fuck," he groaned, kissing me hard. "I knew I made the right fucking choice."

And then he shifted.

He pulled my legs up higher, bent nearly to my chest, his hands gripping behind my knees as he folded me in half. He was in deep. Devastatingly deep.

He owned my body in that position—every thrust hitting places that had me arching, gasping, clawing for something to hold on to. My knees were pressed to my shoulders, my pussy stretched wide around him, dripping and pulsing. I could barely take it.

I whimpered, "Kael—wait, I—"

I tried to push at his chest, weak and dazed, but he didn’t even flinch. He just grabbed my hips and pulled me down harder onto his cock, grinding into me with brutal purpose.

"Oh no, no, firefly" he whispered against my ear, voice dark and shaking with pleasure. "You don’t get to run. Not after what you did to me."

And then it hit me.

Pleasure slammed through me like a wave—violent, blinding, out of my control. My back arched, a sob ripped from my throat, and I shattered. Wet, uncontrollable—squirting all over him.