Sweet Hatred Chapter 351: Nightclub

At first I thought it was a mistake.

The thick head of his cock, hot and slick, slipped between my thighs instead of inside . My breath hitched as it dragged along my swollen clit, sliding so easily through the ss I’d already made. I gasped, jerking against the desk when he did it again. And again.

Yup it was definitely not a mistake. The bastard was doing it on purpose.

"Kael—" My voice cracked, half-plea, half-warning.

He pressed down harder, the friction was rough and perfect, rubbing until my knees shook and I was teetering on another orgasm. My bound wrists pulled uselessly at the belt behind my back. I couldn’t stop him. Couldn’t do anything but whimper as the tip of his dick nudged and dragged against , coating himself in .

Then his hand wrapped around my throat again, squeezing just enough to steal my next breath. He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear.

"What do you think you deserve, hm?" His voice was gravel, dangerous and sweet all at once. "For playing with like that. For making hold back."

"I—I don’t—" My words broke into a moan when he pressed again, so wet, so slow, dragging against my clit gently. My body arched off the desk. "Please... spare ..."

"Spare you?" His chuckle rumbled dark against my skin. "Not so fair now, is it?"

Shaless, I pushed myself back, trying to force him where I needed him most. But his large hands landed sharp and hot against my ass. I yelped, gasped, and the gush of wetness that followed betrayed completely.

"Fuck," I whimpered.

Kael groaned low, almost reverent, as he dragged his head through the fresh flood. He sared it up and down my slit, covering himself, teasing , making cry out every ti he paused at my entrance and pulled away again.

"You can say it firefly," he ordered, voice tight, like he was fighting his own breaking point. "Tell what you want."

I shook my head, teeth sinking into my lip, trying to hold on to what little pride I had left. But then he rubbed harder, pressing directly on my clit, and my body betrayed again, moaning, trembling, desperate.

"Say it, Aria," he growled, pinning harder against the desk, cock poised at my pussy like a gun.

"I—" My throat burned as the words tore out of . "I want you inside , Kael! Please—please fuck !"

He froze for a second. Then a dark, dangerous praise rumbled from his chest.

"That’s my girl. Honest at last."

The blunt head pushed in, stretching , and before I could even adjust to it, he slamd the rest of his length deep in one ruthless thrust.

My scream broke into a gasp as my orgasm detonated, squirting around him, my body convulsing with shock and pleasure.

But the bastard didn’t stop.

Not when my thighs shook while I made a ss. Not when I collapsed against the desk. Not when my voice dissolved into moans I couldn’t even control.

His hand clamped around my bound wrists, yanking back against him as he pistoned into with brutal force, grinding deep every ti he buried himself inside. Using like I was nothing but recoil, like he could bounce against his cock until the world ended.

The desk rattled under us. My cries filled the room, shaless and broken, my body his to destroy.

"Fuck—Kael—ugh"

"What’s that firefly?" he chuckled, snapping his hips harder, faster, his chest glued to my back, his breath ragged in my ear. "Let the whole villa hear who you belong to."

"You f—fucking—" the word died on my tongue, cut off as he drove deeper, harder, again and again until there was nothing left in but the frantic fight to catch a breath; every savage thrust knocked the air straight from my chest, every slam left choking on sound that never made it out.

My wrists burned from his belt, there was no way to push, no way to scratch at him, and in that helplessness I realized... God, that was why he tied , that’s why he wanted open and defenseless, so all I could do was take it.

My chest heaved, lungs tight, and the sounds spilled out of before I could stop them. "please... please, I can’t... I can’t take it—"

But he didn’t slow down, not even for a second, pounding harder, forcing my body open until all I could do was sob and moan and beg, my pussy clenching around him in betrayal of every broken plea, as if my body wanted him even when my voice tried to deny it.

I lost count of how many tis I ca.

Kael didn’t. He wrung every single one out of , one after another, until I was shaking so badly I could barely stand, my body reduced to nothing but heat and wetness and the helpless sounds tearing out of my throat.

Every thrust milked more from , and he took it like he owned , groaning low whenever my body clamped down around him, grinding so deep it felt like he was carved into my bones.

"Fuck—look at you, Firefly," he rasped against my ear, voice ragged with hunger. "So perfect for . So fucking mine."

I couldn’t answer, not when another wave ripped through , but he slowed down, finally, letting breathe. His cock slid in and out with long, dragging strokes, his body towering over mine, every inch of him pressed to . His large hands found my breasts again, worshipping, teasing, squeezing my nipples until I whimpered and arched.

He kissed and bit his way down my spine, over the curve of my shoulder, his nose buried against my neck like he needed to breathe in just to survive. My na left his lips over and over, softer each ti like a prayer. Said like I was the only thing keeping him alive.

I lted under him, every nerve in my body his.

But then he shifted, pinning harder against the desk and fucking again, this ti deliberate, deep, relentless. I cried out as his cock hit that unbearable spot, and just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, I felt the flood of him... hot, thick, filling for the hundreth ti until my body sagged under the weight of it. He stayed buried, grinding so nothing leaked out, groaning my na into my ear.

I was struggling to stay awake, my mind emptied but even with that...

For a terrifying mont, my thoughts broke through the haze. What if I got pregnant again? The very imagination of it made my heart flutter but that feeling didn’t last.

The doctor back ho had said I could. That I would. But what if he was wrong? What if Kael wanted kids and I couldn’t give him.

The spiral shattered as Kael’s lips brushed over my skin, soft kisses lting every fear. He freed my wrists from the belt, turned toward him, his thumb swiping at my damp face.

"Was I too much?" His voice was low, almost guilty. "Is that why you’re crying?"

I shook my head fast, too fast, and he smirked faintly before dragging his tongue playfully over my cheek, tasting the tears. My chest tightened so painfully I couldn’t breathe.

I clung to him when he lifted , wrapping myself around him like I’d drown if I let go. He lifted back on the desk, his arms around like I was his entire world. His green eyes found mine, and for a second I almost gave in. Almost told him about the baby I lost. About the truth sitting heavy in my chest.

But fear swallowed . So instead I looked back at him, so much love it scared , and thought about how stupid it all was. All of this... Our stubborness, our chaos, our love... because I couldn’t handle a stupid sack letter and made a deal with the devil himself. A devil who turned out to be my greatest weakness.

His voice cut through my mind.

"You look like you want to say sothing to ."

It pricked right through , but I smiled instead, masking it, brushing my fingers over his jaw.

"Yes," I whispered. "I was just thinking about how I would’ve missed all of this if I hadn’t walked up to you outside that nightclub... and slapped the shit out of you."