The Mafia Heir Who Came Back from the Grave

I am a succubus, and during my heat cycle, I must have sex with a partner to survive.

After rescuing a serpentfolk man, a species renowned in the beast-kin world for possessing the most potent sexual prowess of all, I used the favor to make him help me through my heat.

And just as I was clinging to him again, begging him to take care of my needs, a stream of scrolling comments flashed before my eyes:

[The villainess doesn't even realize she's been hate-sexed this whole time! The male lead despises her for defiling his body!]

[The heroine was THIS close to meeting the male lead first! It's all the villainess's fault for intercepting him!]

[Every single time they do it, the male lead is actually thinking about the heroine! Thank god the villainess is about to be written off!]

[Once the male lead recovers his memories, the first person he'll punish is the villainess — he'll throw her into a pit of beastfolk during her heat...]

So I was nothing but the villainess in some novel.

My hand, which had been sliding downward, froze.

I looked at Jace, his eyes glazed and half-lidded, and quickly pulled his pants back up.

"Um... I think we should practice some restraint."

Jace's breathing was ragged. He looked at me.

"Selene, what are you up to now?"

The corners of his eyes were flushed, and when his Adam's apple bobbed, I could see the fine beads of sweat clinging to it.

I swallowed hard, dragging my gaze away from the open collar of his shirt.

"I think... we should practice some restraint."

Jace narrowed his eyes.

Those serpentine pupils contracted in the dim light — dangerous and magnetic.

"Restraint?"

"Who was it that wanted it three times a day?"

Me: ...

God, why did he have to remember that?

I pushed him away, burrowed into the blankets, and replayed what the comments had said.

I'd always known Jace felt nothing for me.

That day, during my heat, I'd found him on the road — injured. I brought him home and used the opportunity to get through my heat.

As it turned out, he'd lost his memory. So I told him I was his human wife.

He clearly didn't buy it, but every time my heat came around, he'd dutifully "help me out."

I thought we were both enjoying ourselves. After all, maybe we'd develop real feelings if we kept at it long enough.

But the comments were right. There was no "maybe."

After Jace recovered his memories, not only did he not fall for me — he despised me.

He even threw me into a pit of beastfolk during my heat.

Though the signs had always been there.

Every time my heat hit, I was the one forcing him.

Making him wear the clothes I liked. Making him use the positions I preferred.

Every single time, he'd lie there with a furrowed brow and let me have my way.

Deep down, he'd never wanted any of it.

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

That ungrateful snake — I was going to divorce him!