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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

"If you have nothing meaningful to say to me, I'm leaving. Sir."

Aria exhaled sharply, defiance sharpening every syllable, before spinning on her heel to leave, defying my words. Wrong fucking move.

"Where do you think you're going?"

My hand snapped out, steel wrapped in velvet, crushing her wrist before she could take a second step. Her pulse hammered against my grip as I dragged her forward instead, her body stumbling into the gravity of mine.

She twisted in my grip, her glare burning into my back as I pulled her down the hall. "Let go of me."

Her fingers clawed at my hold, her body coiled like a spring—all fury, no strategy. Pathetic. I could've released her. Should've, maybe. But the way her defiance ignited something primal in my chest? The way her futile struggles carved a smirk onto my lips? No fucking way.

“Be a good girl, Aria."