Sweet Hatred Chapter 350: "Was it worth it?"

I went lower, my tongue dragging along the thick length still straining inside his briefs. The head was free, swollen, slick, but the rest of him pulsed hot beneath the fabric. I licked him through it, slow, teasing strokes, tasting him and feeling him move subtly with every flick of my tongue.

Kael’s voice stayed calm, detached, but I could hear the weight in it now, the tension he was swallowing down. "Roman Enterprises doesn’t gamble. We calculate risk. And so far, your numbers don’t satisfy ."

God, he sounded so in control when I knew he wasn’t.

My hand slid between my thighs, pressing against the damp ss I’d made. The mont I touched myself, my body jolted, the sharp ache of need making bite back a moan.

I worked his shaft with my other hand, half-stroking, teasing, while my tongue kept dragging over him. My legs trembled, my head spinning with the filthy high of doing this in broad daylight, with his investors only feet away.

And then, when I myself could no longer take it, I slipped him free, wrapping my lips around the head, taking and sucking him halfway down my throat.

Kael stopped mid-sentence, his words cutting off in a sharp exhale.

One of the n asked nervously. "Mr. Roman? Are you... are you alright?"

Kael didn’t even look at him. His eyes were on . Dead on . Piercing, glowing, terrifyingly focused.

He waved the man off with a flick of his hand, jaw clenched so tight I could see the vein in his temple. "It’s nothing."

But the second his gaze locked on again, I froze.

Because I realize that... He caught .

He knew my other hand wasn’t just resting on my thigh.

He knew I was touching myself, fingers buried in my soaked panties, rubbing myself while my mouth was full of him.

And his eyes shifted... no longer molten, but into sothing darker. A warning. A promise.

The kind of look that said I was about to regret every single tease I thought I was clever enough to pull.

Kael leaned forward in his chair, cutting off whatever pitch the n were making. His voice was low, final. "I’m going to have to end this eting here."

The investors panicked imdiately, their desperation spilling over. "Mr. Roman—please, another chance, just one more—"

He raised his hand, silencing them. "You’ll get a second eting. My secretary will reach out. Leave."

I could practically hear the relief rushed through them. They thanked him profusely before filing out, their shoes clicking against the marble.

The door shut. Silence fell.

And in the very next breath, Kael’s large hand was fisting in my hair, dragging out from under the desk. His other hand was already at his phone, his voice sharp and lethal. "Clear my schedule. For the rest of the day. No calls. No interruptions."

I didn’t need to hear the other side.

I already knew it was Niko.

Kael ended the call, set the phone down with terrifying calm, and looked at .

Fuck.

That look... dark, ravenous, unblinking... made my stomach drop and my thighs clench at the sa ti.

I swallowed, suddenly very aware that I might have just poked the beast one too many tis.

Because the man in front of wasn’t just aroused.

He was about to ruin .

Kael didn’t say a word. Not when he dragged up, not when he pulled tight against his chest, not even when my shaky little laugh tried to defuse the tension I’d just poured gasoline on.

The silence was scarier than anything.

I gasped when I heard it.

The sharp hiss of leather sliding through loops. He’d pulled his belt free.

"Kael—" My voice broke as he grabbed my wrists, twisting them behind . The kiss that followed was brutal, his mouth swallowing my protests, eating the sound from my throat. The leather tightened around my wrists, binding , locking in place before I could even catch my breath.

He pulled back only to drag his mouth lower. Biting, sucking, claiming... my neck, my collarbone, the softness of my breasts through my clothes. He made crumble in seconds, my knees weak, my body burning.

When he was satisfied, Kael turned around, pressing against his desk. My bound hands bit into my lower back. The hard edge of the desk dug into my stomach.

"Kael," I tried again, my voice trembling between fear and arousal. "You’re—"

Pointless. Talking to a wall.

He was silent, only the sound of his breathing in my ear.

Then he pushed my shorts down, letting them settle around my thighs. His body pressed flush against mine, his cock hard, heavy, straining through his trousers as it ground against . The roughness of it made gasp, heat flooding between my thighs.

A dark chuckle spilled against my ear.

One of his hands snaked up, gripping my jaw from the side, tightening just enough that my breath hitched. His other hand slid under my top, dragging over my breast, squeezing until I whined. Then lower, over my stomach, pausing, making ache for the inevitable.

"So tell ... firefly, how did it feel?" His voice was low, gravelly, every word brushing fire down my spine. "Testing . Watching lose control in front of those fools."

I tried to summon so sass, so apology, but the words tangled on my tongue. "I—Kael, I didn’t an—"

He didn’t care.

His hand slid down, pushing past the edge of my panties. I whimpered, thighs snapping shut. He growled low, hooking one of his legs between mine, forcing open, spreading so his fingers could slip where I was already soaked and needy.

My moan echoed in the study.

"Look at you." His words brushed hot against my ear, almost cruel in their amusent. "All from teasing . Did you get off on that? On making struggle while I was supposed to play nice?"

His fingers worked rcilessly, sliding, circling, pressing. I shook against the desk, my bound hands straining, the leather digging into my skin. My body climbed fast, too fast, tension knotting in my belly as his pace drove right to the edge.

I cried out, so close to climaxing—

And he stopped.

Just like that. His hand gone.

I collapsed onto the desk, gasping, trembling, my chest heaving like I’d just run miles.

For a second there was nothing. No sound. No touch. Only the furious pounding of my heart.

Then his hands clamped down on my waist.

And I felt it. The blunt, heavy press of his cock head pushing against my soaked entrance. Hot. Hard. rciless.

My breath caught, my body going taut, and before I could even turn my head to beg—or curse at him, Kael’s voice rumbled low, dangerous, against my ear.

"I want you to tell , Aria..."

The thick head nudged inside, stretching open inch by inch.

"...was it worth it?"