Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Risk-Reward 2 (R-18)

The air between us hasn’t moved in minutes. Only we have. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Madison’s breathing is a damn mess—fast, shallow, choked between needy whimpers like she’s hanging by a thread. Her thighs press tight, clenched like she’s fighting her own body, skin flushed that soft, trembling pink, lips parted and dripping with want. Those little demon horns are crooked now, tangled in her wild hair from where I’ve been—touching, teasing, commanding.

And the way she’s looking at me? Like I’m her salvation and her executioner in the same breath.

She’s absolutely wrecked. And I haven’t even really touched her yet.

I’m standing right in front of her, one hand wrapped around her wrist like it belongs to me, the other ghosting along her jawline, slow and cruel. She falls apart from just that. Just the idea of me.

"Say it," I tell her, low and calm—but it hits with the force of a storm.

She knows what I want. Hell, she’s known since the moment she put on that costume.

Madison licks her lips, swallows like it hurts, and when her voice finally comes out, it’s barely more than a breath.

"I want you to take me," she whispers, wrecked and raw. "Right here."

In a fucking public library. Madison Torres wants to get ruined in a place where someone could walk in any second.

I tilt my head, drinking in her desperation. "In a public library?"

"Yes," she chokes. "Please. I need it. I need you."

She’s begging now. Good. I want her ruined by this moment.

"You want to get fucked dressed like a demon," I murmur, my lips brushing the edge of her cheek, "by someone who isn’t even supposed to exist."

She shivers violently, her whole body vibrating like she’s about to come apart from just words. "Yes. God, yes."

"You want to be destroyed," I growl, my voice dropping until it’s barely above a whisper, "by a version of me that doesn’t love, doesn’t forgive—just takes."

Her breath catches. Then it shatters.

"Yes," she cries out. "Please. I want you so fucking bad it hurts."

She’s falling to pieces for me. All for me.

I drop my hands to her hips and grip—hard. My fingers press through the sheer fabric of her succubus outfit, and she leans into it, begging for more, not less. Like pain and pleasure are the same thing to her now.

"On your knees," I say.

She drops instantly, hitting the carpet with a thud. No hesitation. No shame. Perfect. She’s learning.

"Not to worship," I tell her, unbuckling my belt with one hand, voice sharp. "But to earn your fucking redemption."

She whimpers again. Her hands tremble as they settle on my thighs. She’s burning up—cheeks red, breath short, eyes wide with need. Like she’d do anything just to be forgiven by me.

And when I finally free myself, her mouth parts slightly. Yeah. She forgot how big I am again.

The way her pupils blow wide is almost adorable.

"You won’t be able to take it," I tell her flatly.

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