Sweet Hatred Chapter 136: you get punished r18

His other hand gripped my face, fingers squeezing my cheeks gently, mouth crashing into mine before I could even breathe.

"Now taste how sweet you are," he growled against my lips, sliding his fingers back into without warning.

I gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed every sound.

My hips moved toward him, traitorous and greedy.

He didn’t let up.

"This is how you drive crazy, Aria," he rasped. "Every second I’m around you, I’m starving. I’m addicted. And I’m not stopping until you learn what you’ve done to ."

I whimpered, helpless, every muscle tight with need.

Then I broke. Like a fucking dam.

I ca, hard, crying out into his shoulder, shaking as the orgasm ripped through without rcy.

He stilled. Let the mont hang there. Then leaned into my ear.

"You disobeyed ."

I barely heard it over the pounding in my chest.

"That ans," he whispered, unbuckling his belt with one hand, "you get punished."

When he pulled his cock out, I nearly choked. No matter how many tis I saw it, it still scared the hell out of . Thick. Long. Devastating.

My eyes widened. "Wait—we’re doing it here?"

He smirked, cocky and shaless. "Yeah. Right here."

"But soone could—what if—Kael—"

"So what?" he said, brushing the tip against my soaked entrance. "Let ’em watch. We’ll give them a fucking show."

A fucking show? Of course. How could I forget the man I was dealing with. A total exhibitionist. It’s how I t him anyway.

I opened my mouth to protest again, but his mouth slamd down on mine, eating the sound right out of .

"You’ll just have to keep it down, firefly."

And then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants and tugged them down with a single, effortless move. They pooled at my ankles, leaving bare and already shaking.

He lifted my hips up, and I gasped—because I could see it. See him. See his flushed tip. See how swollen and wet I was. See him lining up, sliding back and forth through my folds, teasing my entrance until I was gasping for air like I was drowning.

And then—

He pushed in.

I ca, again.

He pushed in slowly—deep—until I felt stretched to the brink, my body clenching hard around the intrusion.

Then he pulled back.

I bit down on my bottom lip, breath hitching as he did it again and again. Slow in. Slow out. Each movent designed to drive out of my mind.

He was toying with .

Waiting.

Watching.

My head tipped back, forehead damp with sweat, mouth open in a silent cry.

He was making chase it—the fullness, the stretch, the dizzying pleasure of him finally being buried to the hilt. I could feel how needy I was, could feel the way my hips tried to et his, searching for the pressure, for the force I needed and he was deliberately denying .

"Kael," I whispered, voice cracking.

He just smirked.

Then his hands found my thighs, pushing them wider—spreading open further so he could go deeper.

I gasped. "God—"

But it still wasn’t all of him. I knew it wasn’t. I could feel it in the ache, in the way I was straining to take him fully and still not quite managing it. My insides were fluttering, spasming, and all he did was grind his hips, press in slow again, and stay there.

"You feel that?" he murmured, breath hot on my cheek. "That’s not even all of , baby. You’re still not ready to take ."

I was shaking.

And then he slamd it in. No warning. No rcy.

I groaned. Not moaned or whimpered. I groaned like a monster, my eyes rolled back without sha.

Another climax hit like a wave breaking over jagged rocks, sudden and brutal and unstoppable. My body arched, legs trembling, everything squeezing down on him hard.

Kael groaned too like he was losing his mind. "Fuck—your pussy’s strangling , Aria."

I could barely breathe. Barely think. And when I tried to let the sounds escape —raw, broken sounds of pleasure he tore from —he caught them with his mouth, kissed hard, swallowed every noise like he was starved for it.

He didn’t stop.

Even as I convulsed around him, even as I whimpered from the oversensitivity, he thrust again.

And again.

Deep. Smooth. Relentless.

"God, I can feel you," he growled. "So wet. So tight. You don’t even know what you do to ."

My legs were turning to jelly, my fingers scrabbling against his shoulders for sothing to hold onto—anything—because I couldn’t keep myself grounded.

And then he pulled my hands up, wrapping them around his neck.

"Hold on to ."

I barely had ti to react before he hooked his arms beneath my thighs and lifted off the desk, never once slipping out of .

I gasped, my whole body suspended, still clenching around him, helpless as he stood tall and began pounding up into with sharp, deliciously brutal thrusts.

My head fell onto his shoulder, mouth open in a gasp. I could feel every inch, every stroke dragging against my walls in a way that had spiraling again—already.

"Kael," I whimpered, "I—I can’t—"

"Yes, you can," he panted, biting at my neck. "You’re mine. You take all of , every ti. You’re built for this."

His grip on my thighs tightened as he slamd in deeper, harder, faster.

And I was falling apart, completely.

The desk was a blur. The room, a haze. The only thing I could focus on was Kael—inside , holding , wrecking .

My body was limp in his arms, hooked around his shoulders, his arms locked beneath my thighs like steel bars. And he was slamming into , brutal and hard, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine, bouncing against the wall of his chest with each deep thrust. I could hear the obscene wet sounds every ti he buried himself, feel the sweat beading on his neck, his breath hot against my collarbone.

Then—

Knock knock.

A knock.

My eyes fluttered open in a haze, panic sparking.

"Kael," I rasped. "Soone’s—soone’s at the door—"

He didn’t stop.

He didn’t flinch.

Instead, his hand slipped down and grabbed a handful of my ass, spreading wider, shoving deeper inside with a guttural sound.