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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 woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. A very specific, arrogant, and insufferable truck named Kael. Every muscle in my body ached, and the dull throb between my legs was a humiliating reminder of just how thoroughly he'd ruined me.

I groaned, rolling onto my side, only to feel the cool sheets against my bare skin. I wasn't in my own bed. The room was different. The sheets were fresh, crisp—definitely changed. Of course, they had to be, considering how much of a mess I'd made last night. My face heated at the thought.

"Ugh, I need a gun." I muttered under my breath, my face sunk into my palms.

Then my phone rang catching me off guard.

I startled, wincing as soreness shot through me. Groaning, I reached for it, squinting at the screen. Sarah.

I hesitated before answering, clearing my throat. "Hey."

I'm watching you.