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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

Aria had been too quiet. It didn't suit her. The anger in her eyes was dulled by something else—something she wasn't ready to admit not even to herself.

She sat across from me, fingers tight around her glass, swirling the crimson liquid with a little too much focus—like she needed something to do with her hands. Like she needed the distraction and frankly I was ready to give her that distraction but—

I leaned against the counter, watching her. "Careful, firefly. You're gripping that glass like you want to break it. Thinking about something?"

Her head snapped up, eyes cutting through me like a blade as expected but it wasn't enough. "I was thinking about how peaceful my night would've been if you hadn't dragged me here."

I chuckled, slow and deep, lifting my own glass to my lips. "Funny. Because I was thinking about how easily you let me drag you away."

Desires