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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

His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel.

"I know. That's why I didn't tell you."

His lips parted like he was going to argue—but nothing came out.

The silence returned, but this time it was heavier. Not sharp like before, just… sadder. And I hated it more than the coldness. Because not just because I felt sorry for him but because he reminded me of days I buried in my past. Days of torment...

"Kael," I said softly. "He's the reason you left, isn't he?"

The car kept moving through the sleeping beauty of Rome. But for a second, I wasn't sure if he was breathing.

"You think it was just him?" Kael said quietly. "Don't insult me."

I turned to him, but he wasn't looking at me.

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