The Succubus's Unwanted Keeper
woman, not some temptress flaunting herself.
She froze, stunned, then crept into a corner to cry quietly, wiping her tears in secret.
Oddly, my rage left me lighter, almost relieved.
She was a succubus. Surely she had been with countless men before. If anyone was at fault, it was her. I was merely… taking back what was owed.
So I strayed.
And once I tasted the sweetness of other women, I couldn't stop.
Louisa was obedient and gentle. Even when her eyes brimmed with tears, she bit them back, carefully trying to win me over, begging for my affection.