Chapter 1: Introduction
I knew he was there before I even saw him. The spike in energy was unmistakable. The anticipation fed me in my search, my skin tingling with a wicked craving when I finally found him, sitting alone and aloof from the sweaty, writhing bodies on the dance floor. Nursing a drink and watching the crowd, his eyes skimmed over my body trying not to look too long. I suppressed the urge to smile—men are so predictably simple. He's perfect.
Mark.
Tall and handsome, with a dash of devilish charm that set my insides aflutter. I crossed the room, silver stilettos tap-tapping against the polished wood floor, a wisp of my scarlet dress trailing in my wake. As I approached him, he stood, offering a cavalier smile in greeting.
"Has anyone ever told you, you look like trouble?" he asked, brows quirked in amusement as he appraised me—my black hair spilling onto my shoulders, my crimson eyes gleaming in the dim light.
His eyes moved downward, lingering for a moment on the dangerously low neckline of my dress, and then back up, catching my gaze. I could see the slightest flush of heat rising in his cheeks, a small indication of my own power.
I stepped closer to him, allowing my hip to brush against his shoulder. "trouble, Mischief. It depends on what You need and I want." I replied, my voice a low purr. "we can start with mischief." I placed my hand on his forearm, tracing my fingers along the elegantly rolled sleeves of his dress shirt, feeling the pulse thrum beneath my touch.
"If you're looking for someone to stir things up, you've found her."
He chuckled, the sound rough and controlled. "I wasn't but it looks like I have anyway."
I leaned in closer to him, pulling back only a hair's breadth from his lips.
"I'm well aware that you're married," I murmured, my breath ghosting across his face. "and I can sense your...frustration."
I continued quietly, circling my thumb soothingly along his forearm. To his credit, he held my gaze unflinchingly. I felt my pulse quicken as he maintained control. His resistance was intoxicating. I could strip his will in an instant but the fact that he didn't instantly cave in to his desires lit a fire inside me. I was going to have him and it would be his choice.
I tightened my grip on him to read his mind; his inner turmoil was palpable but not without a healthy dash of intrigue. I felt myself flush; that frisson of desire was fuel enough for my own growing curiosity about Mark.
"I shouldn't," he murmured, swallowing slowly. I slid my hand up to his shoulder, tracing the line of his collarbone before letting it fall back to my side. His eyes burned with heat, and the anticipation strung between us drew tauter as he glanced from my mouth to my eyes.
"You should know," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, "that I'm not entirely human. I am a succubus."
His brows twitched in surprise, but there was no fear or disdain in his gaze. I could see the cogs turning in his mind, his curiosity piqued.
"I can sense your will, and if I wanted to, I could strip it away and take you in any way I wanted." I confessed. "But I like you, and I want your will intact. If you choose to be with me, it will be your decision, your pleasure."
His eyes darkened, and his breath hitched as he processed my words. I watched him weigh the truth in my gaze, seeking any hint of deception. He wouldn't find any.
I only ever spoke the truth when it came to my succubus nature and desires. I'd always relished honesty and control, and Mark had sparked a flame inside me that I hadn't experienced in centuries.
Mark closed his eyes, then opened them again as if reaffirming our current reality. "So, you're a demon."
"Not a demon, actually, since succubi are considered fallen angels. But that's a difference most humans don't dwell on. Regardless, I am a supernatural being and enjoy the temptations and indulgence of carnal pleasures." I smiled, tipping my head slightly as I looked at him.
He looked even more intrigued, his pupils dilated and those long-lashed blue eyes pulled me in like a tractor beam. I leaned in, allowing my scent to waft across his face, my floral perfume blending with the heady aroma of liquor and sweat and lust that floated everywhere in the club.
"You know, If what you say is true...it would make things easier if you did strip my will." Mark stammered, " your right, I am...frustrated, but I'm also loyal, and I love my wife."
A look of torment flashed in his eyes. I brushed his dark hair from his forehead with the back of my hand, rubbing my thumb over his eyebrow. His body was tense and fighting against a stronger drive to surrender, yet the thrill of the struggle ignited me more.
"Loyalty and love are virtues that I admire. In fact, I encourage such feelings." I assured him, gently resting my hand on the side of his neck. "I won't take that from you. And I know that when you finally give in to your lust and cum deep inside me, You will be thinking of your wife." I finished, running my fingers gently over his collarbone.
Mark sucked in a sharp breath and I felt him beginning to yield. "You want me to cheat?"
smiled back at him with a wicked glint in my eye, "well, I am a demon."
"I thought you said succubi were fallen angels."
"I suppose it's a distinction without much of a difference." I conceded, "I'm not really out to corrupt your soul or lead you to ruin, but I will admit that at the end of the day I am really only out for my interests. I take what I want but I find treating others well allows you to take what you want from them more often."
"So you approach your selfish needs from the perspective of establishing good will and getting repeat business. Admirable, I handle my business the same way."
My lips curled into a coy smile, my hand still pressed firmly against the side of his neck. "I'm a succubus, Mark. I feed off desire, pleasure, and your vital essence. I could drain you and leave you empty, depleted, but I choose not to, because I enjoy the satisfaction of mutual enjoyment. Think of me feeding as mutually beneficial." I said, my other hand now brushing against his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing deepened.
"By vital essence, you mean?"
"semen, mark. I'm no vampire, nor am I an energy-sucking succubus from popular media and movies. I simply derive pleasure and my power from sexual satisfaction, which includes human fluids that make up the life force and strength in a man." I admitted, my voice low and sultry. "And yes, I could simply take what I want, the easy way—the fast way—but where's the fun in that? Besides, I guarantee that the taboo of cheating will make you cum harder then you have at anytime in your entire life." I reassured him.
The corner of his mouth twitched, hesitation still in his gaze, but with an undertone of something else—desire? He reached for his drink and took a measured, contemplative sip, eyes narrowed slightly as he regarded me.
"And what happens if I say no?" he asked, the words rolling slowly and thoughtfully off his tongue. "I'll be honest, You have the body of an angel, fallen or otherwise, and I can see why you think you can have whomever you want, but I'm not really much of a believer in supernatural matters. I don't doubt that you believe it but I'm not convinced." Mark said, leaning away and sipping his drink.
"You are a wiley one Mark, I like how you think but I won't strip your will just so you can say you had no choice. I admit it would let you off the hook but I'll tell you another secret your reluctance make every aspect of this so much sweeter. Still, If you need a demonstration of my powers..."