Chapter 349: The Mighty Kael Roman
I could still feel the soreness thrumming through every inch of me from last night, but it only made the temptation sharper. More dangerous. More addictive.
Kael leaned back in his chair like a king on his throne, the very image of control, as the two men across from him launched into their pitch. They sounded well-groomed, polished, with the hollow enthusiasm of men desperate to please.
"Our logistics firm has doubled its output in the last quarter," one of them said, followed by the sound of sliding charts across the table. "We’re already establishing routes through Eastern Europe. With your backing, Roman Enterprises could dominate the sector within a year."
I watched as Kael’s green eyes glinted, dark and cold. His tone was flat, detached as usual. "You’ve doubled output, and yet your margins are shrinking." He flicked the chart with a finger, dismissive. "You want me to pour my money into a leaking ship."
The men shifted uneasily. "That’s only temporary... expansion requires heavy investment—"
"Expansion without profit is vanity," Kael cut in, voice sharp as a blade. "I don’t fund vanity projects. Convince me you’ll make me money, not waste it."
God, his ruthlessness made my blood heat. The way he spoke with absolute authority, like their futures rested in his palm... it did something to me.
And maybe that was why my hand slid, slowly, over his thigh.
Kael’s body went still. His gaze didn’t flicker from the men across from him, but his hand snapped down, catching mine. For a moment, I thought he’d push me away... that he’d resist... but instead, he slid his fingers between mine, interlocking them tightly, possessively. I bit my lips without meaning to, feeling the recklessness build up in me like a storm.
He was warning me.
He was daring me.
And of course, I never could resist a dare.
As he pressed the men further—"If your competitors already have government contracts, why should I waste my time with you? What leverage do you bring me?"—I shifted lower. His grip loosened, reluctantly, and I kissed the hard bulge beneath his trousers.
I felt him twitch instantly. The quickness of it against my lips made me smile.
"Mr. Roman," one of the men said nervously, "with your network, distribution would—"
Kael’s voice cut him off, a fraction too sharp. "Distribution isn’t the issue. Your reliance on borrowed capital is. You’re drowning in debt. Tell me, how do you plan to repay me when your lenders come to collect?"
I licked him through the fabric, slow and deliberate. I swore I heard the tiniest stutter in his breath before he exhaled, jaw tight with the most delicious tension he was suppressing..
and then...
He spread his legs slightly farther apart—like he was giving me room to play with his restraint.
Oh.
My hand pressed against his length, stroking, feeling him grow harder beneath my palm. My lips followed, nibbling softly at his clothed shaft while I watched him flex, every muscle straining as he concentrated.
I had him.
The mighty Kael Roman, holding back groans while reducing men to dust with his words.
And God help me, I wanted to see just how far I could push him before he snapped.
My pulse was hammering, the wildness of it all only making me wetter.
Kael’s voice carried across the room, stil razor-sharp, dismantling the men in front of him as though they were insects. "Your projections are optimistic. Too optimistic. Optimism doesn’t pay dividends."
And while he skewered their pitch, I carefully worked at his belt. The faintest metallic click of the buckle made me pause, my heart climbing into my throat. But the investors didn’t seem to notice, they were too busy sweating under Kael’s stare.
I slid the button free, eased the zipper down millimeter by millimeter, the soft rasp almost deafening to me. My core clenched with anticipation, already soaked from teasing him, from knowing I was seconds away from seeing him lose that icy control.
He shifted slightly, one large hand leaving the armrest to find my face. His fingers brushed away strands of hair clinging to my cheek, thumb grazing my lips before cupping the back of my head, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to stop me or guide me closer.
And honestly?
That was all the permission I needed.
I pressed my mouth against him through his underwear, kissing him there like he wasn’t already hard as steel. My hand slipped beneath the fabric, fingers curling around the thick, hot length of him. The pulse under my touch made my thighs press together helplessly.
Kael’s inhale was sharp, controlled, and he exhaled through his nose like a man keeping himself from insanity.
The investors kept babbling. "With Roman Enterprises’ global logistics, we can undercut competitors by—"
I tugged his underwear down slowly, deliberately, until the swollen head of his cock sprang free, flushed and glistening with pre-cum. God, the sight of him alone made my mouth water.
And then the smell of him—his scent, musky, intoxicating, uniquely Kael—hit me, and my head spun. I leaned in, burying my face against the heat and weight of him, inhaling like an addict getting her fix. I wanted to take every inch of him inside my mouth.
I couldn’t resist. I gave him one long, slow lick, tasting the salt of his precum on my tongue.
Kael’s voice faltered ... just a second, just enough for me to catch the low rumble in his chest... before he recovered. " I still don’t see your point. You’re suggesting I put my name behind an operation already leveraged to the teeth," he said coldly, his eyes lowered and locked on me now.
That dangerous glow had taken over his gaze, green turning dark and molten as he stared down at me. His cock twitched against my lips, and he held me there with a subtle push of his hand at the back of my head.
He knew exactly what I was doing.
And I knew I was pushing him closer to the edge than he’d ever admit.
So I smirked up at him, lips still brushing the swollen head, tongue teasing the slit... taunting him with the promise of completely wrecking his composure.