Aspen Quinn—my rival. My fiancée. My future wife.

She gave up her control, and I gave up my freedom. She began to trust me—leaning into my dominance, giving me the chance to care for her in ways I’d forgotten I could.

Somehow, our calculated arrangement turns dangerous, deepening with every heated argument that spirals into lust.

Because the more we fight, the more our lines blur.

What began as strategy has become temptation. What I told myself was obligation now feels like surrender—and I’m standing on the edge of something I swore I’d never allow again.

Because hatred was never the opposite of desire.
It was just passion turned inside out.

And now that it’s finally spilling free, I don’t know whether Aspen Quinn will be my ruin…
or my salvation.