Starved Incubus: Wife Uses Me For Housework, I Want Kisses Chapter 09

Starved Incubus: Wife Uses Me For Housework, I Want Kisses Chapter 09

The answer was a resounding yes.

He was absolutely going to skin me alive to vent his anger.

I called my landlord immediately.

Why?

To break my lease and get the hell out of dodge.

Staying here was basically waiting around for Damian to murder me.

I packed my bags and fled that apartment as fast as humanly possible.

The only silver lining was that while we were playing house, I had never actually told Damian where I worked.

He wouldn’t be able to track me there anytime soon.

I laid low for weeks, and when no hitmen showed up at my new place, my heart rate finally slowed down.

Maybe I was overreacting.

A high-tier incubus like Damian was practically royalty; he had better things to do than hunt down a nobody.

There was no prestige in bullying a broke human.

Besides, if he had his memories back, he had probably forgotten I even existed.

That thought settled in my chest like a lead weight, leaving me listless for days.

Fine.

I would just save up and buy a replacement.

This time, the incubus would be strictly for household chores, and I absolutely refused to catch feelings.

Yes. Feelings.

It wasn’t until he was gone that I realized I had actually fallen for him.

I tried to be subtle when I asked my coworker about it. “Is it crazy to have actual feelings for a incubus?”

She laughed.

“Sophia, they are pets at best. At worst, they are just glorified stress-relief toys; nobody actually falls in love with them.”

I fell silent for a long time.

I never saw Damian as a pet, and I certainly didn’t see him as a tool.

I just liked him.

I missed kissing him, holding him, and living my life with him.

When my next paycheck hit, I went back to the same website.

I placed an order for a budget-friendly model that looked vaguely like Damian, but the customer service rep messaged me immediately.

He offered a friendly warning.

[Hello! I see this is your second order. Just a reminder that you cannot own two incubus at once; the jealousy protocols make them violent.]

I typed back a lethargic reply. [I know. I let the previous one go.]

[Do you want a refund for the first purchase? We cannot process a return. As there was no basis in health defect, and his departure was solely prompted by your conduct.]

[I know. I do not want a refund. I just want to buy a new one.]

The rep replied. [Understood. Do not be sad! I will arrange for a new companion to be sent to you ASAP.]

[Okay.]

“ASAP” apparently meant “whenever we feel like it,” because I waited two whole weeks.

Every time I messaged to check the status, the rep ghosted me.

Was I getting the cold shoulder just because I wasn’t spending nine figures this time?

One star review.

Finally, two weeks later, a knock sounded on my door.

A deep voice drifted through the wood.

It sounded familiar.

“Delivery. Please sign for your package.”

I shuffled to the door in my slippers, rushing to unlock it.

“Coming.”

I swung the door open and froze.

“… Damian?”

Damian stood in the hallway.

He was wearing an impeccably tailored, expensive suit, and his face was as breathtaking as ever.

But there was a new edge to him, a sharp, predatory aura of authority that I didn’t recognize.

He stared at me with a dark, intense hunger.

“Sophia, did you really think you could just dump me?”

I am dead.

He caught me.

I tried to slam the door and pretend I was sleepwalking, but Damian simply stepped across the threshold.

He barely used any force as he backed me up and pinned me against the wall.

“Why are you running?”

“It is bad enough you abandoned me, but now you are trying to replace me?”

“Sophia, I should have chained you to my wrist the day I left.”

His voice was ice-cold as his hand closed around my throat.

It felt like he was measuring exactly how short he needed to keep my leash.

Except…

PURR…

Beneath the fierce threats, a low, vibrating rumble resonated from his chest.

It was a sound of desperate need, steady and familiar.