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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 pocketed my phone, letting out a slow breath. "Tell Mia to clear my schedule for the day," I said, my voice smooth but firm. "I don't feel like working."

I walked round the car to the driver's seat with my hands stretched towards Niko. "Keys."

Niko nodded once. "Where to sir?"

I pulled open the driver's side door, sliding into the seat. "My apartment."

And without another word, I started the car, the low growl of the engine the only sound as I pulled out of the garage and into the cold, gray morning.

The keycard barely made a sound as I slid it through the lock. A second later, the door clicked open, and I stepped inside.

The penthouse was quiet. Too quiet.

The city's skyline stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a canvas of steel and neon against the morning haze. I shrugged off my jacket, draping it over the arm of the leather couch as I made my way to the bar.

A simple dog tag.