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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 wasn't done teasing, tasting every inch of her wetness and folds. My tongue slid from the base of her cunt to her clit once more, pushing my tongue inside her hole. Her muscles clenched, hands twisting tighter in my hair, her hips jerking, silently begging for more. But I wasn't giving it to her—not the way she wanted.

I felt her frustration in the way her thighs tensed around my head, but I didn't care. My mouth worked mercilessly, flicking, kissing, sucking, devouring her, but never letting her catch her breath. The moment she tensed, right at the peak of pleasure, I pulled back just enough to keep her dangling at the edge. Her strangled whimpers filled the room, her body trembling beneath me.

"Kael—wait—I" she choked out, her voice strained with need, but I wasn't done yet.

Dare (18+)