She was supposed to hate him. He was supposed to stay away. Neither of them followed the rules. Cera Reed has spent three years locked in a vicious war with Damian Cole — her older brother’s best friend, campus golden boy, and the only man who can make her blood boil with a single smirk. He’s arrogant, relentless, and strictly off-limits. She’s stubborn, sharp-tongued, and determined to keep him at arm’s length. Until one reckless party night shatters every boundary between them. Pinned against a washing machine with his fingers buried deep inside her, Damian whispers the truth she’s been denying: “You hate me so much it turns you on, doesn’t it?” She comes for him anyway. What starts as hate-fueled, filthy, secret sex under the cover of darkness quickly spirals into something far more dangerous. Late-night texts. Stolen moments against library glass. And just when the lines between hate and hunger finally start to blur, the past walks back . Jealousy burns. Desire refuses to die. And the next time Damian gets her alone, he makes one thing brutally clear: “You can keep running, little Reed. Keep pretending. But the next time we’re alone… I’m not stopping at my mouth.”
