Sweet Hatred Chapter 149: Cramped r18

Sothing in 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 . 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... sothing 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 .

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.

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

And I wasn’t going to let go.

"I wonder why so 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 sothing 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 . "We should head back ho."

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 morize 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 see him.

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

My heart kicked into overdrive.

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

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

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

Realization slamd into 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 amusent 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. So 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 , 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 just by breathing too close.

And yet, I didn’t move away.

I didn’t want to.

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

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

I straddled him, heart hamring 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 , 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 down and crashing our mouths together. The kiss wasn’t soft, it was needy, bruising, a ssy 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 , 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 sothing about him. Maybe if I fucked him hard enough, kissed him long enough, made him want more than he wanted control—maybe then he’d finally let in.

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

His lips moved to my neck, biting lightly, his hands gripping my thighs as he helped 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 mont 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 . The tip glistened with pre-cum.

No panties. No barrier. Just damp, desperate heat between my thighs and his cock already nudging at , thick, heavy, pulsing like it knew exactly what it was about to do to . 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 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 overwheld, 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 co 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 movents. "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 ."

"Jesus," he hissed, head falling back, fingers biting into my hips. "You were dripping for 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 ti," he rasped, his nails pressing into my ass. "Trying to kill ?"

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

It was cramped, my knees pressed against the seat, my back brushing the steering wheel, the windows fogged up, but sohow 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 ssy, 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 again and again.

"Tell 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 ca 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 ca, shaking, gasping, falling apart on his lap. He wasn’t far behind. With a low, guttural moan, he held tight and buried himself deep, spilling inside 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 are you?"