Sweet Hatred-Chapter 235: Stubborn 18+

"You’ve been quiet," I murmured as I grabbed her thighs and pushed them together. My dick slid between them, thick and veined, coated instantly with her juices. "You had a lot to say before."

I slid in between her thighs, slow, lazy, brutal friction against soaked cunt. Her legs trembled, her breath shuddered, and still... she stayed silent.

"Nothing left to say now?" I asked, rocking again, dragging the head of my cock along her entrance. I pressed in, not fully, just enough for her walls to clench. And then pulled out again.

Her fists clenched against her back.

"Fuck you," she muttered through gritted teeth, breathless and aching.

"Oh, I intend to," I said, voice like velvet and venom. "Eventually."

I lined up again. Slid the head between her folds. Teased her hole. Didn’t push in.

She tried to move. Tried to grind. My hand came down on her ass again, pinning her still.

"If you want it," I whispered into the space between her shoulder blades, "you’ll have to ask."

Her only response was another roll of her hips.

"Mm-mm," I said. "That’s not asking."

I slipped the head past her entrance, barely and pulled out again. Her body jolted, a half-sob caught in her throat. Her thighs clenched tighter, soaking me with her slick. I was aching now. Fucking trembling.

But this wasn’t about me.

This was about punishing her. For Sylas. For the way she smiled at him. For letting him touch her. For making me feel like I was losing her.

"You keep pretending you don’t want me," I murmured as I dragged my wet fingers up her inner thigh, spreading her again. "But your body always tells the truth."

I slipped my fingers in again. Soaked. Dripping.

I pulled them out. Held them to her lips.

"Taste it," I ordered.

She glared at me. That fire was still there, burning red in her eyes, but she obeyed.

Her lips closed around my fingers.

"Good girl," I rasped.

My cock twitched. I wasn’t going to last long, not with her like this. Bent over. Obedient. Wild. All mine.

No one else could have her.

No one else would survive the attempt.

Her body was still trembling beneath my grip. Bent over that damn table like a vision carved just to destroy me. Her wrists pinned behind her back, her thighs parted, slick and trembling, and that dress peeled halfway down like it’d been begging me to ruin her from the start.

And God, I was done holding back.

I aligned myself with the heat of her, dragging the length of my cock against her soaked folds one last time, smearing it in the arousal she tried so hard to deny. Her thighs quivered as I nudged forward, and when I didn’t slide inside, she cursed under her breath, hips jerking back toward me like her body couldn’t take the wait any longer.

And I couldn’t either.

I shoved into her in one smooth, brutal stroke. Not rough. Not careless. Just unstoppable.

She let out a strangled cry as I stretched her open, her slick walls pulling me in like she’d been made just to take me. My hands tightened around her pinned wrists as I exhaled shakily. I was buried deep inside, her heat swallowing me whole, and for one fucking second, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything but feel how fucking good it felt, how much i’d been wanting to do this. My dick throbbed so hard like it was going to explode.

Her body tightened and squeezed around me like it didn’t know if it wanted to run or beg for more. I dipped my body low, pressing my chest against her back as I kissed the base of her neck, slow, soft, worshipful. One hand let go of her wrists and traced down to her waist, holding her steady. I began to move.

Slow. Painfully slow.

I dragged myself out of her greedy hole, every inch teasing her walls as she gasped and cursed and begged under her breath. Then I slammed back in, not fast, not brutal, but deep. So deep it knocked the breath from her lungs.

"You feel that?" I breathed against her skin, my voice low with a raw edge. "That’s what happens when you push me, Aria. When you look at another man like I don’t exist."

"You can’t—" She whimpered. God, that sound would haunt me. Feed me. Burn me alive.

Her fingers dug into her palm. Her knees buckled, and I caught her with one hand, dragging her back against me as I fucked her deep, slow and precise, like I was trying to engrave my name inside her.

"You think I’ll let you go?" I whispered into her ear, my voice calm, my breath burning. "You think I’ll let you walk away after this?"

Her body answered before her mouth did. Her hips rolled, greedy and sweet. Her head fell back onto my shoulder as her moans got louder, breathier, desperate.

I dipped down again, kissing the shell of her ear. "No, baby. You don’t get to run. Not after giving me this."

My thrusts deepened, one hand wrapped tight around her waist while the other roamed her chest, her stomach, the front of her throat, touching and teasing every part of her that made her shiver and gasp and clench around me.

She was gripping me so tight I could barely move.

And yet I did, driving into her pulsing cunt with slow, devastating thrusts. Her drenched heat swallowed me, sucked me deeper, and I gave it to her. All of it. Every Inch. Every breath.

My lips ghosted over her neck again, and I felt the tremor that ran down her spine.

Her sounds, those wrecked little gasps, the helpless whines she tried to bite back, were driving me out of my mind. Her body told the truth her mouth never would.

She didn’t want me to stop. She needed this.

She needed me.

I pulled out again, slow, teasing, feeling every ridge of her tight, dripping cunt clench around me in protest. I almost lost it right there. My cock was soaked in her. Her arousal coated my thighs, her juices dripped onto the table. She was ruined already and I hadn’t even started.

"You feel that?" I growled, teeth grazing her jaw. "That’s mine. That mess between your legs? All mine."

"Fuck you," she whispered in between heavy breaths.

I slammed back in.

Her breath hitched, a scream swallowed by her own need. Her knees shook again, and I gripped her hips hard to keep her up.

"Yes," I whispered back against her ear. "You fuck me. Every time you act like you don’t want me. Every time you look at Sylas like he’s something. You’re fucking me Aria."

She gasped as I thrust deeper, slower, again and again. My control was hanging by a thread. My cock throbbed inside her, and her squeezing walls pulling me closer to the edge.

But I didn’t let go.

Not yet.

I dragged her up so her back was pressed to my chest again. My hand curled under her jaw, turning her face just enough so I could devour her mouth in a kiss that burned with everything I hadn’t said.

I kissed her until she moaned into me, until her body stopped fighting and started begging.

Until her thighs clenched and her hands fisted helplessly into my shirt.

Until I could feel her about to fall apart.

"You wanna cum?" I murmured, rolling my hips deeper, dragging every stroke.

She whimpered. Nodded.

I pulled almost all the way out, and her body twitched, clenching, desperate.

"Beg."

She turned her head to glare at me, lips parted, hair a mess across her cheek. But her body betrayed her again, pushing back against me, grinding, soaking my cock with her need.

"I said beg, Aria."

"No—Wait—" she choked out. freewebnøvel.coɱ

I didn’t move.

Her body writhed.

"Please."

One word. So fucking soft. I could’ve died hearing it from her.

"Please what?" I rasped.

"Like hell I’m... begging." she said through her teeth, face flushed, eyes wild.

That was it. Stubborn as ever.

The last thread of control inside me snapped.

I slammed into her. Again. Again. Again. Every thrust now brutal, punishing, deeper than before. Her scream echoed in the room, raw and wrecked, as her body shook.

She came hard. Around me. For me. Her cunt spasmed and pulsed like she couldn’t stop. And I didn’t slow. I fucked her through it, holding her in place and kissing her until she was sobbing into my mouth.

She clung to the table like her life depended on it.

And I still wasn’t done.

I didn’t even give her a warning.

Just pulled out, scooped her up and turned her around, still on the table, her back against the cool wood, legs locking around my waist, arms sliding around my neck like she needed something to cling to before she lost herself again.

Her fingers tangled In my hair the moment I kissed her. Desperate. Open-mouthed. Starved.

And fuck, I kissed her like she was oxygen.

She tilted her head back, her throat arching like a gift. Her lips parted in a moan that wrecked something inside me. I pushed in again, slow, deliberate, dragging every inch of my cock into her, deeper... harder.

And she tightened around me. Her body clenching like she was trying to pull me in and never let me go.

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