Warning: Only read, if you have a real appetite for the dark. 

 It’s been six years since Danny and Rain last saw each other.

Six years since best friends blurred into almost lovers.
Since childhood affection ignited into something reckless, consuming, impossible to name.

Then after one glorious night, Danny disappeared.

No explanation.
No goodbye.
Just absence and the wreckage he left behind.

Rain rebuilt herself on distance and control, convincing herself the spark had finally burned out.

She was wrong.

Now Danny is back.

Harder. Colder. Hotter. 
Carrying a past he refuses to explain and a violence that clings to him like a second skin. 
The boy she loved, the boy who cooked for her is gone , replaced by a man tangled in blood, secrets, and enemies who don’t stay buried.

Rain doesn’t just cross paths with him again.

She’s pulled into his world.

A world of ritualistic killings, whispered threats and blood-curdling violence.

Every step closer to Danny drags her further from the life she fought to build , and deeper into a fire she knows will change everything. 

Their connection reignites fast and furious, desire burning like wildfire.

 But love isn’t enough to save them from what’s coming.


The spark between them was never extinguished.
It was only buried.

And now it’s about to set everything ablaze.

Will the fire consume them both ,
or will they survive loving each other in a world built to tear them apart?


Guaranteed HEA and toe-curling smut;) 

Excerpt: 


“ Do you not want me?" I whisper, the question trembling right against his lips.

His jaw tightens. 
His eyes darken.

"You don't understand how much I want you," his voice comes out raspy. 

"How much I want from you."

My pulse stumbles.

"Then what's stopping you?" 
I breathe, pushing my chest forward without thinking, nipples tightening under the cool air, awareness pulsing through me.

"I'm a greedy man, Rain."

He holds my gaze. 
There's heat there. But there's fear too , both in equal measure.

"I will take everything out of you. 
Everything."

His voice carries a dark unmistakable hunger.

His hands slide lower, deliberate and possessive. 
His fingers squeeze my ass hard, then settle there, pulling me closer into the hard line of his hips.

"Everything. Until the only thing that remains in you is me."

The words land low inside me, hot, aching. My sex throbs in answer, needy, traitorous.

"And I will let you," I tell him, voice steady, eyes locked on his.

 "Only if I get to do the same to you."

Silence stretches.

His breath skims my cheek. 
His fingers tightening and then gone. Something flickers across his face  hunger, and something I can't begin to understand.

And then he looks down in defeat, knowing that he cannot give me what I want.

Something fragile cracks between us.

Whatever this is looms between us, darkening every moment , a shadow neither of us will name, stretching and stretching until it's all I can feel


Contains  intense slow-burn heat, emotional angst, and consensual light BDSM.


"I'm going to do something," he says, voice low, deliberate,
 "And I need you to trust me. 
Do you trust me, Rain?"

My mind is drifting somewhere far away — hazy, floating — but my body knows the answer instinctively.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

I nod slowly. 
"Yes."

"Good," he murmurs against my warm skin. 

He kisses both my knees one last time, then pushes them up, pinning them tightly against my chest, spreading me completely open for him.

Like I'm offering myself to him. 

His hand slides down, rubbing my pussy in slow, deliberate circles, like he's learning every response and cataloging it . 

He looks at me — really looks — eyes dark, hungry, ruined.

"I'm going to spank you right here," he says, still stroking, like he's soothing me into obedience. 
"Right where you're swollen for me."

All I can do is shiver.

"You're going to count," he continues, calm and merciless. 

"Five."

The barn air is thick with the scent of dry hay, horse musk, and the sharp, metallic tang of our shared arousal. He's driving into me with a rhythmic, bone-deep desperation, his cock reaching the very depths of my soul with every punishing shove. My back is pinned against the rough, splintered wood, and every time he slams home, my head knocks back, my vision fracturing into white light.


"Danny, fuck... I—" My voice breaks, my legs shivering and turning to jelly, unable to hold the weight of the pleasure he's forcing into me. I'm a sloppy, writhing mess in his arms, held together only by his iron grip.


"You feel so good, Rain. I can feel every muscle in here trying to swallow me whole... just fucking perfect," he rasps, his voice a jagged growl. He reaches down between us, his thumb finding my swollen, pulsing clit and circling it with a heavy, bruising pressure that makes me scream into the rafters.


Chapter 111 - A Warm Wash.