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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

Sarah tensed. "Oh no. Did she—?"

I just shook my head against her. "Took everything and by everything I mean her stupid husband and the kids. Left the keys on the counter. I came home and it was just… silent. And I don't—I can't—" I stopped. Swallowed. "I didn't know where to go."

She pulled me into her lap like we were back in college and I was drunk crying over some asshole who ghosted me after two dates.

"Okay," she whispered. "Okay. I'm here baby. You're safe. Breathe."

Sarah eventually peeled herself off the couch with a soft groan, muttering something about baths and pajamas that would make me feel better. I didn't move.

Safe Space pt 2