A bargain

Lila snapped the journal shut.

The soft thump echoed through the room like a thunderclap. Final. Defiant.

The incubus stilled—his grin faltering for the briefest instant, eyes narrowing as if he’d just been denied a favorite toy.

“Oh?” he purred, low and dangerous, a coil of hunger still flickering beneath the surface. “Done already?”

She turned, standing tall, her cock still semi-hard between her thighs, her breath steadying as she met his gaze without flinching. “Not done,” she said, voice cutting like a knife, “just not letting you drive.”

That grin returned—slower now, sharper. “So the little lamb’s found her fangs.”

Lila took a step forward, bare feet whispering across the hardwood. “You want me. I can see it. I feel it.” Her eyes flicked down to the tent forming in his slacks, then back up. “You didn’t expect that line to hit you, did you?”

He said nothing, but the flicker of heat in his eyes was all the confirmation she needed.

“So here’s what we’re going to do.” Her voice lowered, velvety and commanding. “You want to fuck me? Fine. But you’re going to earn it.”

The incubus arched a brow, intrigued. “Go on.”

“I want every loophole. Every limitation. Every rule the journal won’t explain unless I waste half my life learning them the hard way. You tell me everything. You teach me.”

“And in return?”

She stepped close, until their chests nearly touched, until she could feel the heat radiating off of him. “You get to fuck me.”

The incubus chuckled, slow and deep, his voice like smoke pouring through velvet. “You drive a hard bargain.”

Lila smirked. “I have a hard something else too.”

That made him laugh—genuinely, hungrily. “You want truth, little sorceress? You’ll get it. But I warn you—every answer you uncover is a door. And behind every door is something that wants to eat you.”

She licked her lips. “Then start talking.”