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It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.  

When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. 

“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. 

“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”  

Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. 

But vengeance turns slippery when every insult she hisses ignites his obsession, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more."  

The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

Sweet Hatred

I hated the way he looked at me—like he knew what I wanted before I did.

Like he was in control. Even now. Especially now.

With my wrists bound, my body pinned beneath his, my breath shaky from the heat pooling between my legs—he was winning. And I refused to let him.

His mouth was everywhere. Warm, wet, torturous.

Sucking. Biting. Licking. Over my collarbone. Down my ribs. Across the swell of my breasts. Everywhere except where I wanted.

I clenched my jaw. "This is getting old, Kael—I expected more"

His hands slid under the fabric pushing it up leaving me bare and exposed and then—His teeth sank into my nipple. A sharp, almost-too-much bite that sent a jolt of heat straight between my legs.

I gasped—fuck, too late. He heard it.

His tongue followed, smoothing over the sting, dragging slowly before he latched on completely.

"I'm gonna kill you."