Sweet Hatred Chapter 347: Message

Kael didn’t move at first. He just held there, fully impaled, my walls stretched around every inch of him, throbbing and fluttering like my body was begging him to ruin .

His hands spread wide over my ass, kneading like I was his to mold, his green eyes locked on my face with that terrifying calm he wore when he was anything but calm.

I tried to move, desperate for friction, but his grip pinned to him.

"Greedy aren’t you?" he rasped, his voice scraping the edges of my sanity. "You’re gonna sit still until I let you move."

The bastard.

He started moving himself, slow, torturous, rolling his hips up while dragging down, grinding over his cock like he had all night to savor .

Every thrust punched a moan out of , my thighs shaking, my body lting as his jaw clenched, his own breath coming ragged while he controlled every inch of .

"Kael..." My voice broke, my nails digging into his shoulders as my head fell forward.

"Look at you," he groaned, eyes blazing. "Fucking dripping for , clenching like you’ll die if I stop. You’re mine, Aria. Say it."

I couldn’t. I was too far gone, too wrecked, my head shaking as broken whimpers spilled out of instead.

That’s when he snapped.

His grip tightened, his arms like iron as he started bouncing on his cock. No more slow grind, he was slamming down, lifting up, pounding into with brutal force while I cried out, half in shock, half in delirious ecstasy. My body shook uncontrollably, and before I could even catch myself, the flood hit.

"Kael!" I scread, shoving at his chest as my release tore out of , squirting all over him, my thighs trembling violently.

He didn’t even flinch.

He caught my hand, forcing it around the back of his neck, anchoring to him, while his other hand dug hard into my ass. "Don’t try to run from baby," he moaned against my ear. "You’ll cum as many tis as I want you to. Until you’re begging to stop."

And then, without warning, he pushed himself back into , hard, deep, relentless.

I ca all over again, sobbing against his mouth as he devoured my lips, his filthy words sinking into like another kind of possession.

But he wasn’t done and I knew it was going to be a long night.

...

I woke up sore. As usual. Not just sore, wrecked. Every muscle in my body felt heavy, every bone aching like it had been dismantled and put back together wrong. And I knew exactly why.

Because Kael Roman was sleeping beside , looking like the devil himself wrapped in soft sheets, completely unbothered, while I was the one lying here with evidence of him still leaking out of .

I scowled at his perfectly peaceful face. The nerve. The absolute audacity to sleep so soundly after dragging through hell and heaven a hundred tis over like he was born to ruin . His lashes were too long, his jaw too sharp, his lips curved faintly like he’d dreamt sothing smug.

I considered revenge. Maybe dumping a glass of cold water over him. Or pushing him off the bed. Or better, biting him hard enough to leave a mark. But even as the thoughts ca, so did the warmth in my chest. Because hadn’t this been all I wanted? Him, like this? Mine to wake up to, mine to hate and love and never get tired of?

I sighed, tucking the blanket closer to my body. I wouldn’t trade this soreness, this wreckage, for anything.

I love him.

The buzzing startled . My head jerked toward the piece of furniture next to the bed. Kael’s phone lit up, the vibration breaking the quiet.

At first, I ignored it. He got a hundred business calls a day; it was probably one of those. But when it buzzed again. And again. And again. My irritation outweighed my better judgnt. I stretched across the bed, grabbed it, and the screen lit up just in ti to flash a new ssage.

If you keep ignoring , I just might tell her the truth about us.

My stomach dropped.

Truth?

Her? As in... ? Or soone else entirely? The words twisted through like knives, sharp and ugly. I wanted to believe it was nothing, that it was about business or one of the dozen shady things Kael dealt with. But my brain wouldn’t stop replaying it in a loop, hamring it into my skull.

I set the phone back quickly, as if it had burned .

Beside , Kael stirred. His arm looped around my waist in his sleep, tugging close until I was pressed to his chest. He didn’t open his eyes, just buried his face in my hair like he couldn’t stand the thought of distance, even unconscious.

And despite the storm brewing in my head, I lted.

Because I couldn’t forget, I was hiding sothing from him, too. The miscarriage. The baby he didn’t know about. Maybe he had his secrets; I had mine.

So I didn’t push. I didn’t wake him. I just let myself sink back into his warmth, my mind screaming, my heart aching, as my eyelids fell shut again.

The next ti I woke up, Kael wasn’t beside .

The room was quiet, too quiet, the kind of silence that instantly felt wrong. My hand brushed against cold sheets. My stomach flipped, thinking of the ssage I’d seen earlier, but I shook my head violently, refusing to spiral. Not now.

A tray sat waiting for , piled with food like always. Of course. Kael Roman might disappear but he never forgot to make sure I was force-fed like a princess. I staggered out of bed, muttering curses at him under my breath as my legs protested. My bones felt like lead, my thighs scread with every step, and still, I’d asked for it. Damn him.

The shower made feel a little less like roadkill, and I practically drowned myself in the food tray afterward. The routine was oddly familiar. When I was done, I wandered down one of the endless halls, staff bowing as I passed. Déjà vu washed over , it felt just like the castle in Italy. Gilded cage, sa script.

That was when I spotted Niko.

He stiffened the mont he saw . "Miss Thorne," he greeted, voice as dry as ever.

I grinned, sliding toward him. "Well, well. It’s been ages since we had a good conversation."

He blinked like I’d just threatened him. "I’m... glad you’re doing well now."

I knew exactly what he ant. That I’d looked like hell weeks ago. I tilted my head, enjoying his discomfort.

Changing the topic entirely, I shifted closer.

"So," I said sweetly, "do you have a girlfriend?"

His ears went pink. "No."

"Not surprising." I leaned in, pretending to whisper. "So what’s your type? I might have a single friend I can set you up with."

His face stayed blank. "Miss Thorne, I think you should focus more on securing your position as Executive Assistant of X.E. than on my dating life."

Ouch.

The jab hit harder than I wanted to admit.

He was right. Too right. I hadn’t touched work in months. Kael had been carrying everything.

Still, I forced a smirk. "Tell , Niko, are you my boss or is Kael? Because last I checked, I don’t report to you."

I spun on my heel and stalked off, pretending to fu. Behind , his footsteps caught up.

"I didn’t an it like that," he said stiffly. "I apologize."

I ignored him, though the way he mumbled it made want to laugh. For a terrifying bodyguard, he was hilariously bad at people.

I kept walking until we reached Kael’s study. Or whatever rich n called their sanctuaries, a cavern of glass and polished wood with quiet power.

I pushed the door open without knocking.