A Succubus's Mistake

Synopsis

I was Connie Nicholson, and I was a succubus. The first time I tried to seduce Vincent Owen, I ended up pinned against the altar. He was dressed in a pristine white ritual robe, his fingers locked around the back of my neck. When he looked down at me, it felt less like a man and more like a deity judging something unworthy. My legs went weak instantly, but my mouth refused to cooperate. "I-I was just passing by," I stammered. He studied me for a long moment before speaking, calm and unreadable. "Passing by all the way onto my altar?" I went silent. I was done for.