Bound To The Devil

Smut warning ⚠️

Luca stood in the grand, dimly lit bedroom, the scent of leather and expensive cologne suffocating his senses. His heart pounded in his chest, a caged bird flapping desperately against invisible bars. Damien sat before him, sprawled lazily in a high-backed chair, his presence both predatory and commanding. The golden chains around his throat gleamed under the chandelier’s glow, and his sharp, ice-blue eyes pinned Luca in place like a butterfly under glass.

"Come here, little one," Damien's voice was smooth, a dark promise laced beneath the words.

Luca hesitated, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. He should resist—should fight—but the weight of Damien’s control was unbearable, wrapping around his throat like an unbreakable collar. The room was too quiet, the air too thick with expectation.

"I let you with your parents, printsessa," Damien murmured, his gloved fingers tapping against the armrest. "You want me to be in a good mood, don't you?"

Luca's breath hitched, shame curling in his gut. He had asked for this—for a chance to see his family, to assure them he was okay. But Damien had twisted it, as he always did, demanding his submission in exchange.

"You belong to me," Damien continued, voice softer now, almost coaxing. "Every part of you, Luca. Say it."

Luca swallowed, his face burning. He wanted to spit defiance in Damien’s face, to claw at the suffocating chains around his life. But the moment he hesitated, Damien was already reaching for him, his gloved fingers closing around Luca’s jaw with a cruel gentleness.

"Say it, malysh," Damien purred, tilting Luca’s chin up. "Or should I remind you why running is useless?"

Luca’s breath shuddered out of him. He knew Damien could break him in a hundred different ways. And yet, the worst part was the way his body reacted to the dark promise in Damien's voice, the sinful heat curling low in his stomach.

"I—I belong to you," Luca whispered, barely audible.

Damien’s lips curled into a smirk, his grip loosening just enough to let Luca breathe. "Good boy. Now, on your knees."

Luca trembled as he sank down, his pulse roaring in his ears. The air was thick with Damien’s dominance, a force that drowned out everything else. As he reached for the buckle of Damien’s belt, his mind screamed at him to stop—to run—but another part of him, the part that had been broken and reshaped under Damien’s hands, craved the sick approval gleaming in those cold, merciless eyes.

This was his reality now. And there was no escape.
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Luca's breath hitched as he realized
there was no turning back now. He
had made his choice and agreed to the
deal. His heart pounded in his chest, a
mix of fear and anticipation coursing
through him.

Damien stood over him, a wicked grin
on his face as he took in the sight of
Luca kneeling before him. "I think
you know what to do next," he said,
unzipping his pants and freeing his
already hard cock.

Luca tentatively reached out, his small hand wrapping around Damien's thick shaft. He could feel it pulsing in his grip, a clear sign of how turned on the older man was.

Luca looked up at Damien, his cheeks
flushing red. "What.. What do I do?"
he stammered, biting his lower lip
nervouslv. Damien smirked down at
him.

Damien's grip tightened around Luca's wrist, guiding his hand to move along his length. "Like this," he growled, helping the younger man stroke him.

"Fuck..." Damien moaned as Luca's
hand worked up and down his
throbbing dick. "Just like that, little
lamb."