Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167: Chapter 167

Aria’s POV

Kael’s words slammed into me.

My breath hitched, a sharp gasp tearing from my throat.

His hand on my thigh, burning through the fabric of my work pants, was a brand. His eyes, those intense black-gold depths, held no trace of amusement now. Only hunger. Possession.

The air crackled between us. His mouth crashed back onto mine, swallowing any sound I might have made. This kiss wasn’t tender. It was a conquest. His tongue plunged deep, claiming, demanding a response I couldn’t deny.

I gave it to him, my hands fisting in the expensive material of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. My legs tightened around his waist, anchoring myself against the wall as his hips ground against the juncture of my thighs. The hard ridge of his erection pressed against me, even through layers of clothing, sending shockwaves of pure want through my core.

One hand left my hip, fingers scrambling for the button of my pants. The zipper rasped down, a harsh sound in the sudden quiet of the office, broken only by our ragged breathing.

Cool air hit my skin, followed immediately by the searing heat of his palm as he shoved the fabric down over my hips. My sensible work pants pooled around my ankles, leaving me exposed in just my panties and blouse against the cool wall.

“Kael,” I breathed, the sound shaky, needy.

“Shh.” His voice was a low growl, vibrating against my lips before he kissed me again, hard and deep. His free hand slid up, under my blouse, pushing aside my bra. His fingers found my nipple, already hard and aching. He pinched, rolling the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger, and a sharp cry tore from me. Pleasure-pain lanced straight to my core, making me arch into his touch.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing fire down my jaw, my neck, stopping to suck hard at the sensitive spot just below my ear.

A low rumble started in his chest, pure Alpha satisfaction. *Mine.* The unspoken word hung in the air, thick as his scent.

His hand left my breast, sliding down my belly, over the damp silk of my panties. He pressed the heel of his hand hard against me, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles.

I moaned, my head falling back against the wall with a soft thud. Stars burst behind my eyelids. My hips lifted, seeking more pressure, more friction. He chuckled, a dark, sinful sound.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties. One sharp tug, and the delicate fabric gave way, joining my pants on the floor. His hand returned, bare and hot, sliding through the slickness between my legs. He found my clit, swollen and throbbing, and circled it with torturous precision. My knees buckled. Only his grip on my hip and my legs locked around him kept me upright. I gasped, a shudder wracking my body.

“Kael! Please!”

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