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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

My body was still trembling, barely recovering from the ruthless way Kael had wrung pleasure from me. My breath came in ragged, shallow gasps, my thighs still quivering, but Kael wasn't done. Not even close.

I barely had the strength to lift my head, but when I did, my gaze landed on him—on the sight of him rolling on a condom with slow, precise movements, his fingers stretching the material over the terrifying size of him.

I didn't think I had taken anyone ever that big. My stomach tightened at the wicked gleam in his eyes, the sheer hunger that darkened them as he dragged me closer.

I swallowed hard. He looked… feral. A chill crawled down my spine. He was really trying to ruin me.

Deeper (18+)