Lyra, a witch forged in fire and vengeance, has one goal: destroy the anti-hero Damon for slaughtering her coven. But when he drags her into his twisted game—binding her magic to his blood—the ritual backfires. Now every pulse of his power throbs through her veins, electric and obscene. He whispers dark spells against her throat, trading secrets for control, and she finds herself craving the very corruption she swore to burn. Between stolen orgasms and lethal hexes, they blur the line between enemies and lovers. But in a world where magic demands sacrifice, only one of them will survive the climax.
She felt the bass not with her ears, but in her ribs, a second, more insistent heartbeat trying to rattle her loose. The air in Raijin was thick with spilled beer, coconut body spray, and the collective heat of a hundred young bodies moving without permission from the brain. Laser beams sliced the dark, catching the glitter on a cheekbone, the sweat on a collarbone, turning the room into a li