Starved Incubus: Wife Uses Me For Housework, I Want Kisses Chapter 06

Starved Incubus: Wife Uses Me For Housework, I Want Kisses Chapter 06

[Thorne Enterprises CEO Missing for Two Weeks. Reward Increased to Nine Figures for Viable Leads.]

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I swiped the notification away without a second thought.

My attention was entirely fixed on the manual in my hands.

One specific rule had been bolded and enlarged for emphasis.

[incubus are strictly monogamous. Do not abandon them or adopt a second incubus, or they will become consumed by jealousy and turn volatile.]

Abandoning him was never on the table anyway.

If I had to compare Damian to an animal, he was like an aloof stray cat.

He was so independent and cold that he was more likely to dump me than the other way around.

A plain human with empty pockets like me was lucky just to have such a beautiful creature.

Before leaving for work the next morning, I felt a strong urge to stay in the warmth of our apartment.

Previously, I had just seen Damian as a roommate who did chores.

But since we kissed last night, my feelings had curdled into something thicker.

There was a new, fierce possessiveness in my chest.

“Damian, keep your head down today. A incubus looking like you is a walking target.”

I added, “And I am too broke to pay your ransom.”

“Okay.”

“I will get the groceries later. Or we can go to the Supermarket together.”

“Okay.”

Damian responded coldly on the surface, but that vibrating sound in his throat persisted.

It was a low, steady rumble.

He lowered his eyes and pretended to fuss over my scarf while I lectured him.

Thanks to the manual, my IQ had finally returned to the high ground.

I was no longer dense.

I instantly noticed his gaze landing on my mouth.

He tracked from the corner of my lips to the center.

It was a hot, starving look.

My voice trailed off as my mouth suddenly went dry.

“Damian, are you hungry?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want a kiss or a cuddle?”

“Mistress, can I have both?”

His voice was low.

The title hooked me, and I nodded without thinking.

“Of course you can. You do not need to ask for my permission for that sort of thing anymore.”

The words barely left my mouth before he pushed me lightly by the shoulder.

My back hit the door, and a large shadow instantly eclipsed my vision.

One night had passed, and Damian was starving again.

The entryway was filled with the wet, messy sounds of our make-out session.

My brain went fuzzy from the kiss, and my heart hammered against my ribs.

I wondered if the neighbors walking downstairs could hear the shameful noise.

The bleak truth that I was a wage-slave who couldn’t afford to be late finally made me wrench myself free and push him away.

My face was burning red as I gave him a hint.

“Wait until I get home from work tonight. We can do other dirty things then.”

Damian’s breathing was ragged.

“Okay,” he said. “I will wait for you.”

Then he added, “I like you, Sophia.”

Hearing that, I finally understood why some men were desperate to race home to their wives.

I also understood why my colleagues with incubus always looked flushed and left work early.

No one could endure the wait when someone was at home waiting for them.

I certainly could not endure it.

I was craving him too.

I frantically wanted to kiss my incubus and hold him close.

I also wanted to touch his Eight-pack abs, which I bet felt incredible.

Damian’s skin was so pale.

If I pressed down a little harder, would it leave a mark?

And further down…

That hard ridge pressing into me last night definitely was not a belt buckle.

After all, he was wearing sweatpants with a drawstring.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I got.

So the moment work ended, I rushed home with a heart full of lust.

As I passed the entrance to my apartment complex, I noticed a fleet of luxury sports cars parked out front.