Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40: Madison’s Surprise $ Punishment

Just as the final bell rang for lunch, my phone buzzed with a text that made my blood run cold and hot at the same time.

Madison: Come to the library. Back section. Nobody will be there. Now.

Another ping followed immediately:

Madison: Bring the version of you that’s pissed off at me.

I stared at the screen, my jaw clenching hard enough to crack teeth.

So, she’s not going to pretend it didn’t happen. She knew what she was doing and that it was going to make me mad.

That fucking kiss.

In front of everyone.

Calling me a "good boy" like I’m her trained pet instead of her boyfriend.

Like she wanted the entire school to witness her claiming ownership of Peter Carter.

She treated me like her property, and now she wants to "talk" in the one place where there are no witnesses? No cameras, no eyes, just silence and whatever game she’s playing?

Perfect.

I didn’t respond. I just stood up and walked out of the cafeteria, my footsteps steady but my mind dark as hell. Madison Torres was about to learn that there are consequences for treating your boyfriend like a possession you can show off to boost your social status.

Time for her to meet the version of me that doesn’t take shit from anyone, even rich girls with daddy issues.

*

The back section of the library felt like stepping into a tomb. Dead quiet, dust particles floating in the stale air, rows of forgotten books that haven’t been touched since Clinton was president.

Madison was already waiting for me.

She was standing in the farthest corner—behind the last bookshelf where the ancient archives live and die—and her hoodie was on the floor like she’d stripped the moment she got here.

She was facing away from me, working on something, and I stepped closer without making a sound. Just watching. Just letting the anticipation build.

Whatever she’s planning, it better be good enough to make up for that cafeteria stunt.

She turned around slowly, and what I saw made The Eyes kick into overdrive while my regular brain completely short-circuited.

Cosplay. But not just any cosplay.

Holy fucking shit.

Madison had transformed herself into something that belongs in my darkest fantasies. She was wearing a black leather choker with a silver ring, like a collar that screams ownership.

Her top was a blood-red corset laced tight enough to push her tits up and create curves that should be illegal in public spaces. The skirt was mid-thigh black velvet with a deliberate slit that showed off dark garters attached to thigh-high fishnets that hugged every inch of her legs. Her shoes had been replaced with low heels that make her legs look like they go on forever.

But the details that hit hardest?

The horns.

Little sharp demon horns clipped into her curled hair, and a fake black tail that sways when she moves. Red lipstick that makes her mouth look like sin itself. Dark eye makeup that makes her look dangerous, forbidden.

She dressed up as a succubus. My personal fucking succubus.

"You’re late," she said softly, not meeting my eyes, and something in her voice—that needy, submissive tone—triggered something primal in me.

That was when I felt it starting.

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