Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 42: Risk-Reward 2 (R-18)

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

Madison’s breathing is a damn ss—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 ? Like I’m her salvation and her executioner in the sa 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 , the other ghosting along her jawline, slow and cruel. She falls apart from just that. Just the idea of .

"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 mont she put on that costu.

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

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

In a fucking public library. Madison Torres wants to get ruined in a place where soone 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 mont.

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

She shivers violently, her whole body vibrating like she’s about to co 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 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 . All for .

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 sa thing to her now.

"On your knees," I say.

She drops instantly, hitting the carpet with a thud. No hesitation. No sha. 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 .

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.

She nods like a maniac. "I’ll try. Please. Let try. I’ll do anything."

I grip a fistful of her hair—firm, controlled—and force her to look up at .

"You’re not doing this because it feels good," I say. "You’re doing this because you embarrassed . You treated like your plaything. Now you pay for that."

"I know," she gasps, lips brushing my tip. "I’m sorry. Let fix it. Let make it right."

Madison Torres is about to choke on my cock in the middle of a fucking library...Because she feels bad for embarrassing at lunch.

This day just keeps getting better.

She opens her mouth—and instantly struggles. Her throat tightens, her eyes water, and she gags before even half of ’s in. She’s not built for this. But that doesn’t stop her.

Her nails dig into my thighs. She’s fighting her body to prove sothing. And that—that—is what makes her perfect.

She’s pushing past her own limits. For .

That’s real obedience. That’s real repentance.

And I’m going to reward it. Brutally.

I exhaled—sharp, shaky, primal. Her mouth had heat like it could lt the last thread of restraint I had left. My enhanced senses soaked in every twitch of her jaw, every breath, every drop of spit glistening on her lips as she pulled back gasping. Her eyes were glassy, blurred by tears and need, voice broken into a whimper that barely passed for language.

"I can’t—" she stuttered, trembling. "It’s too big... I can’t take it all—"

That flicker of defeat in her voice sent a thrill through . She was frustrated. Mad at her own body for not surrendering faster. And God, that did sothing to . Watching her fight herself for .

I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just stared down at her—dominating the air between us. She was on her knees, wrecked already, and I hadn’t even truly touched her yet. My silence scread louder than anything I could say, until I finally let the words fall.

"You’ll take whatever I give you," I growled—voice like frost burning over fire.

Then I moved.

I dropped to my knees in one clean motion, grabbing her waist and pulling her onto like I had every right. She gasped, barely registering what was happening as I settled her into my lap and forced her to straddle right there on the fucking library floor. The cold tal of the bookshelf pressed into her spine while my chest molded against hers—hot, solid, unyielding.

She froze for half a second, realizing just how little she was wearing. That tiny skirt offered no protection—her heat pressed right against the thick weight of my cock, separated by nothing but tension and willpower.

Ti to ruin her.

Her whimper was small, panicked. Her body already trembling under the gravity of what was coming.

"I’m not ready—" she tried to speak, but I shut it down instantly.

"You’re mine." My voice hit her like a hand to the throat—low, commanding, final. "And if I say it’s ti, then it’s fucking ti."

She nodded, frantic and breathless, like any resistance left in her had evaporated. Her fists grabbed my shirt, white-knuckled, clinging like she needed sothing to keep her grounded while the rest of her ca undone.

I didn’t wait. I crushed my mouth to hers, stealing her breath, tasting her desperation. It wasn’t a kiss—it was a warning. A promise. A fucking claim.

When I pulled away, our lips barely separated, I whispered against her mouth.

"Try to stay quiet... if you can."

And then I pressed in.