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 me."
God, he sounded so in control when I knew he wasn’t.
My hand slid between my thighs, pressing against the damp mess I’d made. The moment I touched myself, my body jolted, the sharp ache of need making me 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 men asked nervously. "Mr. Roman? Are you... are you alright?"
Kael didn’t even look at him. His eyes were on me. Dead on me. 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 me again, I froze.
Because I realize that... He caught me.
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 something 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 men were making. His voice was low, final. "I’m going to have to end this meeting here."
The investors panicked immediately, their desperation spilling over. "Mr. Roman—please, another chance, just one more—"
He raised his hand, silencing them. "You’ll get a second meeting. 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 me 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 me.
Fuck.
That look... dark, ravenous, unblinking... made my stomach drop and my thighs clench at the same time.
I swallowed, suddenly very aware that I might have just poked the beast one too many times.
Because the man in front of me wasn’t just aroused.
He was about to ruin me.
Kael didn’t say a word. Not when he dragged me up, not when he pulled me 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 me. The kiss that followed was brutal, his mouth swallowing my protests, eating the sound from my throat. The leather tightened around my wrists, binding me, locking me 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 me crumble in seconds, my knees weak, my body burning.
When he was satisfied, Kael turned me around, pressing me 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 me. The roughness of it made me 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 me ache for the inevitable.
"So tell me... firefly, how did it feel?" His voice was low, gravelly, every word brushing fire down my spine. "Testing me. Watching me lose control in front of those fools."
I tried to summon some sass, some apology, but the words tangled on my tongue. "I—Kael, I didn’t mean—"
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 me open, spreading me 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 amusement. "All from teasing me. Did you get off on that? On making me struggle while I was supposed to play nice?"
His fingers worked me mercilessly, 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 me 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. Merciless.
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 me, Aria..."
The thick head nudged inside, stretching me open inch by inch.
"...was it worth it?"