Chapter 40: Madison’s Surprise $ Punishment

Chapter 40: Madison’s Surprise $ PunishmentJust as the final bell rang for lunch, my phone buzzed with a text that made my blood run cold and hot at the same time. Madison: Come to the library. Back section. Nobody will be there. Now. Another ping followed immediately: Madison: Bring the version of you that’s pissed off at me. I stared at the screen, my jaw clenching hard enough to crack teeth. So, she’s not going to pretend it didn’t happen. She knew what she was doing and that it was going to make me mad. That fucking kiss. In front of everyone. Calling me a "good boy" like I’m her trained pet instead of her boyfriend. Like she wanted the entire school to witness her claiming ownership of Peter Carter. She treated me like her property, and now she wants to "talk" in the one place where there are no witnesses? No cameras, no eyes, just silence and whatever game she’s playing? Perfect. I didn’t respond. I just stood up and walked out of the cafeteria, my footsteps steady but my mind dark as hell. Madison Torres was about to learn that there are consequences for treating your boyfriend like a possession you can show off to boost your social status. Time for her to meet the version of me that doesn’t take shit from anyone, even rich girls with daddy issues. * The back section of the library felt like stepping into a tomb. Dead quiet, dust particles floating in the stale air, rows of forgotten books that haven’t been touched since Clinton was president. Madison was already waiting for me. She was standing in the farthest corner—behind the last bookshelf where the ancient archives live and die—and her hoodie was on the floor like she’d stripped the moment she got here. She was facing away from me, working on something, and I stepped closer without making a sound. Just watching. Just letting the anticipation build. Whatever she’s planning, it better be good enough to make up for that cafeteria stunt. She turned around slowly, and what I saw made The Eyes kick into overdrive while my regular brain completely short-circuited. Cosplay. But not just any cosplay. Holy fucking shit. Madison had transformed herself into something that belongs in my darkest fantasies. She was wearing a black leather choker with a silver ring, like a collar that screams ownership. Her top was a blood-red corset laced tight enough to push her tits up and create curves that should be illegal in public spaces. The skirt was mid-thigh black velvet with a deliberate slit that showed off dark garters attached to thigh-high fishnets that hugged every inch of her legs. Her shoes had been replaced with low heels that make her legs look like they go on forever. But the details that hit hardest? The horns. Little sharp demon horns clipped into her curled hair, and a fake black tail that sways when she moves. Red lipstick that makes her mouth look like sin itself. Dark eye makeup that makes her look dangerous, forbidden. She dressed up as a succubus. My personal fucking succubus. "You’re late," she said softly, not meeting my eyes, and something in her voice—that needy, submissive tone—triggered something primal in me. That was when I felt it starting. The heat spreading through my chest, my bones beginning to stretch and strengthen. My regular clothes suddenly felt tighter as my shoulders broadened, my arms gaining definition that wasn’t there moments ago. My face reshaping itself—jaw becoming more defined, cheekbones sharpening, eyes taking on that dangerous intensity that makes women forget how to breathe. The transformation is happening whether I want it or not. Madison’s succubus costume just awakened the demon in me. I could feel my height increasing, my entire frame expanding into something that commands attention and obedience. My voice dropped an octave, carrying an edge of authority that regular Peter never possessed. Dark Peter was taking control, and Madison’s about to meet the version of me that doesn’t take shit from anyone. My voice came out lower, darker, carrying a dangerous edge that made Madison’s eyes widen with a mixture of fear and arousal. "You brought me here... dressed like that fucking succubus costume... after the shit you pulled at lunch?" I stepped closer, and she could see the change happening in real time—my body becoming something more imposing, more intimidating, more everything that regular Peter isn’t. "I had to," she whispered, voice shaking as she realized she was no longer dealing with the soft version of me. "I know I crossed the line. I wanted them to see... that I had Peter Carter." The Eyes kicked in fully now, showing me every sensitive spot on her body, every place where the costume is making her skin flush with arousal. The corset was pushing her breasts up so high I could see the rapid rise and fall of her breathing. The garters were digging slightly into her thighs, and I could tell from the way she was standing that she’s already wet. She got herself all dressed up like a demon specifically to apologize for treating me like property. The irony is fucking perfect. I tilted my head, studying her like a predator examining prey. "You wanted to show off your pet?" "No," she said quickly, panic creeping into her voice as she looked up at my transformed face—more angular, more dangerous, more everything that makes women lose their minds. "No, that’s not—I wanted to claim him. Just him. I swear. You—this version—you can have any girl you want. I know that. But Peter? That soft, sweet part of you... I want that to be mine. Only mine." The fishnets were making patterns on her skin that I could see through The Eyes. The tail attached to her costume swayed with every nervous movement, and the horns in her hair caught the library lighting in a way that made her look like she’d stepped out of a very expensive, very explicit fantasy. She’s dressed like every teenage boy’s wet dream, and she’s begging me to forgive her for embarrassing me. This is either the best apology ever or the most manipulative. I didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Just let the silence stretch until she was practically vibrating with nervous energy, her costume making every tremor visible. "I’ll kneel if you want," she continued, desperation leaking into her voice as she took in my transformed appearance. "I’ll beg. I’ll do whatever you ask. Just let me keep him. Let me have Peter Carter." Her voice cracked on the last part, but her body stayed proud in that succubus outfit, defiant even while she’s trembling. She’s scared but she’s not backing down. Even dressed like a demon, she’s still got that Torres pride. My enhanced form stepped forward—taller, more imposing, radiating the kind of presence that makes submission feel natural—and I grabbed her chin with fingers that are stronger, more confident than regular Peter’s. "Mine," I growled, letting all the possessive energy pour into that single word, my transformed voice making it sound like a threat and a promise wrapped in velvet darkness. She nodded frantically, eyes locked on my face that had become something between angelic perfection and demonic hunger. "Yes... yours. And you’re mine too, every version. Every piece." "Wrong," I snapped, my enhanced grip tightening just enough to make her gasp and arch against me involuntarily. "You don’t get every piece. You get what I give you, when I give it to you, exactly how I decide to give it." I pushed her back against the bookshelf—my strength making it effortless—firm enough to make her gasp and understand that she’s no longer dealing with someone who tolerates disrespect but enough to not hurt her evn in the slightest. The ancient books pressed against her spine as I caged her in with my frame. ’Madison Torres is about to learn the difference between regular Peter and the supernatural version that doesn’t fuck around.’ "Say it again," I demanded, my transformed voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that made her shiver and press her thighs together. "And this time, beg properly." She swallowed hard, the choker around her throat making the movement visible, the silver ring catching the dim library light like a brand of ownership. "I want to keep Peter Carter," she whispered, eyes wide as she stared at what I’d become—something that made her breath catch and her pupils dilate. "I’ll do anything for that. I’ll serve this version—worship your version—but please let him be mine. Just mine." I reached down and grabbed her fake tail, yanking it hard enough to make her stumble forward into my enhanced chest with a sharp cry that she had to bite back. The gasp she made was pure arousal mixed with shock at the raw strength behind the movement. "Then fucking prove it," I growled against her ear, my transformed voice making her whole body react like I’d touched a live wire. "Because that little performance at lunch? Treating me like your property to show off to your little friends? That shit doesn’t just not fly with me—it earns you punishment." Time for Madison Torres to learn exactly what happens when you try to control a demon and a god at once. Follow current novels on freewe(b)novel.c(o)m