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Craving the foe

Craving the foe

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When Seraphine Vale's revenge mission leads her into the arms - and bed - of her worst enemy, the line between hate and hunger burns away. Kai Draven is everything she despises: cruel, ruthless, dangerously charming... and the man who destroyed her family. But under the surface of scars and secrets, desire turns fatal, and a forbidden obsession begins to consume them both. In a world where trust is poison and pleasure is power, their war becomes a wicked dance of control, vulnerability, and savage need. And in the chaos of blood and betrayal, Seraphine must choose: complete her vengeance... or surrender to the one man who makes her feel alive.

Chapter 1 THE MASK

Five years later.

The club pulsed like a living thing - bass thumping like a heartbeat, lights strobing across velvet walls, sweat and perfume mixing with smoke and sin. Seraphine Vale stood at the top of the staircase, a predator in heels.

Her black dress clung to every curve. Her dark hair curled down her bare back. A mask covered the top half of her face, silver feathers fanned out like blades.

She was bait.

She was trap.

She was vengeance in lipstick.

He was here.

Kai Draven owned Club Hollow - and half the goddamn city. The underworld bent to his will like it owed him something. Her contacts had whispered that he would be here tonight. Hosting. Watching. Hunting.

So she came to be hunted.

Her fingers brushed the hidden knife strapped to her thigh. The weight of it steadied her heartbeat.

She'd get close to him.

Seduce him.

Kill him.

It was that simple.

She descended the staircase, each step deliberate, every inch of her bleeding control. Heads turned. Eyes followed. But hers were locked on the man sitting on the leather throne at the back of the room, a glass of whiskey in one hand, power curled around his shoulders like a living thing.

Kai Draven.

He looked even more dangerous up close. Dark suit tailored to perfection. Handsome in the way storms were - beautiful only because they could destroy. His eyes tracked her like a weapon being drawn.

She reached the floor. Crossed the club like it belonged to her. Stopped in front of him.

He didn't smile. Didn't blink.

Just looked.

And said, "Who the fuck are you supposed to be?"

Her lips curved. "Your next mistake."

His mouth twitched - something like a smile, but darker.

"I like mistakes that bite."

She leaned down, close enough for him to smell the lie in her perfume.

"Then you'll love me."

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