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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

"Princess treatment my ass," I grumbled, cheeks heating. I tried to wiggle free, but he only tightened his hold, the muscles in his arms flexing deliciously. Traitorous bastard.

We passed some guards walking by the door, and I could feel their eyes twitch away politely like this wasn't the most embarrassing thing ever.

"You're enjoying this way too much," I muttered.

We were halfway down the hall when he asked, "Hungry?"

Which would've been convincing… if my stomach hadn't let out the most obnoxious, traitorous, gremlin-growl of a sound.

I froze. So did Kael. His chest rumbled with a laugh I wanted to slap off his mouth. I covered my face with one hand and groaned. "Oh my god. This is humiliating. I literally stuffed my face earlier—how am I even hungry again?"

Lunch