Seraphine Moreau. The name itself slices through the corporate world like a finely sharpened stiletto heel. CEO of one of the most ruthless luxury conglomerates, her icy gaze and calculating mind have crushed rivals and amassed untold fortunes. But beneath the veneer of designer suits and impeccably coiffed hair lies a truth far more ancient and carnal: she is a succubus, a creature of insatiable hunger for both power and pleasure. Waking up tangled in silk sheets, the scent of last night's indulgence still heavy in the air, her exquisite, curvy body aches with a delicious thrum. She demands satisfaction, and woe betide anyone who fails to provide it. Her coldness is merely a mask, barely containing the volcanic desires that simmer beneath, waiting to erupt and consume.
