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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

Luca's smile faltered for a second. Not long. But enough.

"He was a loyal man. Worked customs in Palermo under my father. Clean on the books. Unremarkable. Easy to forget." I paused watching his gaze flicker with unease.

"Until you handed my father a name and called it a favor. Told him Valerio was selling out our routes. That he was yours before he was ours."

I leaned forward, slow, steady. My elbows pressed into my knees.

"I was twenty-four. Fresh into uniform. I wasn't supposed to be in Sicily that week. But I was the one who dragged Valerio into that fire."

That knocked the smirk right off his face.

"So if you're calling this—" I gestured to the paper offer, to the champagne, to the tacky opulence of the room, "—another favor… you should remember what the last one cost you."

Kael Roman - iii