Your parents were cruel and greedy, willing to do anything for wealth—even summon the Devil himself.

But bargains with the Devil always come at a price. They thought they could escape with nothing more than a vow of undying loyalty. They were wrong.

The Devil doesn’t deal in promises. He deals in souls.

Among his many demons, there were those in need of mates—Incubi, lustful beings who feed on human pleasure, not to be confused with their female counterparts, the Succubi. And one Incubus in particular, Necros, had grown desperate.

So, when your parents asked for riches, the Devil named his price: your soul.

And without hesitation, they agreed.

Now, draped in lingerie spun from the Underworld’s finest silk, your body barely concealed beneath it, you wait in the shadows of your new mate’s private chambers—awaiting his return.