Chapter 1: The Devil's Bargain
The moment Chiho stepped into my grimy office, I knew I was in deep. She had a body that could stop traffic—curves for days, a chest that strained against her modest blouse, and hips that swayed with an innocent allure she didn’t even seem aware of. Her shy smile was a dagger to my gut, and I couldn’t help but sneer at the thought of her husband, some bland high-school sweetheart who’d somehow locked this goddess down. How the hell did a schmuck like that score her?
‘So, Mr. Drake,’ Chiho started, her voice soft but firm, ‘we saw your ad for the apartment. My husband and I are desperate for a place. The rent hikes are killing us.’
I leaned back in my creaky chair, letting my eyes roam over her just long enough to make her shift uncomfortably. ‘Desperate, huh? That’s a dangerous word to throw around with a guy like me, sweetheart.’
Her brows furrowed, but she didn’t back down. ‘I’m not your sweetheart. And we’re not here for games. Can you help us or not?’
Oh, I liked that fire. A challenge. I smirked, tapping a pen against my desk. ‘I’ve got a place for you, alright. Right next door to mine, actually. Cozy little setup. But I’ve got a reputation for… personal attention to my tenants. You cool with that?’
Chiho’s eyes narrowed, catching the sleaze in my tone. ‘If by “personal attention” you mean fixing the plumbing when it breaks, then sure. If you mean anything else, you can shove it.’
I chuckled, low and dark. ‘Feisty. I like that. Don’t worry, doll, I’ll behave. For now.’
She crossed her arms, unimpressed, but I could see the faintest flush on her cheeks. That was my in. I’d seen it before—innocence begging to be cracked open. But this one? She’d be tough. Too pure, too loyal. I needed help, the kind only a certain someone could provide.
That night, under a blood-red moon, I met Lilith in the alley behind my building. The air reeked of sulfur and sin as she appeared, all crimson skin and wicked curves, her grin sharp enough to cut glass. ‘Drake, you pathetic little worm,’ she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. ‘Another tenant you can’t bed on your own? What’s the matter, losing your touch?’
‘Cut the crap, Lilith,’ I snapped, lighting a cigarette to mask the nerves. ‘This one’s different. Chiho’s got a heart of gold and a husband she’d die for. I need your juice to break her.’
Lilith laughed, a sound that slithered down my spine. ‘Oh, I’ve been watching her. So sweet, so boring. I’ll give you a taste of my power—make your words honey, your touch fire. You’ll have her panting for you in no time. But there’s a catch, darling. Ninety days. Turn that angel into a slut for your cock, or your soul’s mine. Deal?’
I hesitated, the weight of my soul a heavier burden than I’d expected. But then I pictured Chiho, those lips, that body, and the thought of her dripping wet for me overpowered any sense. ‘Deal.’
Lilith’s eyes gleamed as she pressed a clawed finger to my chest, a jolt of dark heat searing through me. ‘Good boy. Now, go play.’
The next morning, I knocked on Chiho’s new apartment door, the power buzzing under my skin. She answered, hair tousled from unpacking, a thin sheen of sweat on her brow. Christ, she looked good enough to eat. ‘What do you want, Drake?’ she asked, her tone sharp but curious.
I leaned against the doorframe, letting Lilith’s magic lace my words. ‘Just checking on my favorite tenant. Thought I’d offer a hand… or anything else you might need.’
Her eyes flickered with something—annoyance, sure, but also a spark of heat she couldn’t hide. ‘I don’t need your hands anywhere near me,’ she shot back, but her voice wavered just enough to make me grin.
‘Oh, come on, Chiho,’ I said, stepping closer, the air between us crackling. ‘You’re telling me you’ve never wondered what it’s like to let go? To feel something… hard, real, raw?’
Her breath hitched, and I knew I had her on the edge. She stepped back, but not far enough, her chest rising and falling faster. ‘Get out,’ she hissed, but her eyes were locked on mine, hungry despite herself.
I smirked, backing off for now, leaving her flustered and confused. ‘Think about it, babe. I’ll be right next door when you’re ready.’
As I walked away, I could feel the game beginning. Ninety days to make her mine, to have her sweating, panting, and begging for more. I’d have her pussy dripping for me yet—or I’d be damned. Literally.
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