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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 saw it—the way she trembled, the flicker of rage behind her eyes.

It wasn't just a glare. It was a confession.

And I had her right where I wanted.

Her wrists strained in their bonds, but it was pointless. I tied them too well. Her thighs were still clenched shut when I grabbed her hips and yanked her closer.

A small, breathy gasp left her bruised lips.

I hovered over her, pressing wet, teasing kisses along her jaw, her throat, the place where her pulse pounded the hardest.

When I reached her lips, she didn't flinch.

She just stared at my mouth like she wanted to bite it off.

Because my fingers slid inside her wet little cunt again.

Her breath hitched. Her lips parted.

I curled my fingers deep, felt her body flutter around them. So fucking wet, so fucking tight.

"Then beg me."