Bound To The Devil

After a night of raw, unrelenting passion, Damien lay beside Luca, his fingers tracing the soft contours of his lover's exposed back. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast golden shadows over Luca’s delicate frame, making his porcelain skin appear almost luminous. Damien’s breath hitched as he gazed at him, utterly mesmerized.

“My perfect angel,” he murmured, his voice thick with possessiveness. “Do you even understand what you do to me?”

Luca stirred slightly, but Damien caught his chin, tilting it upward so he could study his beauty from every angle. He admired the contrast between the marks he had left on Luca’s skin and the purity of his soft features. His thumb brushed over Luca’s parted lips, his hunger for him insatiable.

“I should lock you away,” Damien continued, his tone darker, more obsessive. “Keep you all to myself where no one can lay eyes on you. No one deserves to witness your beauty but me.”

Luca flushed at his words, both aroused and terrified by the intensity of Damien’s obsession.

Damien’s grip tightened around Luca’s waist as he whispered in his ear, “But you’ve pleased me, little one. I suppose I can grant you a reward.” He smirked, tracing Luca’s jawline with his gloved fingers. “You may see your sister again. But on my terms.”

Luca blinked up at him, trying to suppress the shiver that ran through his spine.

“And what are those terms?” he asked cautiously.

Damien’s smirk widened, his gaze darkening. “You will be escorted by my men. You will not speak of me, of our arrangement, of anything I do not permit. And if you so much as hint at escape—” His voice dipped to a chilling whisper as he pressed his lips to Luca’s ear. “I will burn down everything you hold dear. Do you understand, moya lyubov'?”

Luca swallowed hard, nodding slowly. He had no choice but to obey.

Damien cupped Luca’s cheek, his expression shifting into something almost reverent. “Good boy.” His thumb brushed over Luca’s bottom lip again before he leaned in, capturing him in a deep, possessive kiss. “Now, be sweet for me, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you see your sister sooner rather than later.”

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At night ,

Damien led Luca into the opulent restaurant, its chandeliers casting golden light across the lavish interior. Luca’s heart pounded against his ribs, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation coiling in his stomach. He had agreed to Damien’s terms, a reluctant participant in the twisted game of control and submission. Tonight, however, there was a twist he hadn’t foreseen.

Seated at an isolated corner of the restaurant was Valarie.

Luca froze, his breath hitching. His sister was here. Damien had invited her.

Valarie’s eyes widened as she spotted him, her expression shifting from relief to barely contained fury. She stood, pushing her chair back aggressively. "Luca," she said, her voice edged with a mixture of disbelief and concern. "What the hell is going on?"

Luca shot a glance at Damien, who leaned back in his seat, exuding a deadly sort of amusement. "Sit," Damien commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "We’re having a family dinner."

Valarie’s hands clenched into fists at her sides, but she did as told, her glare cutting through the tension. Luca swallowed hard and slowly lowered himself into the seat across from her. Damien, ever the master manipulator, draped an arm over Luca’s chair possessively, his fingers ghosting against his nape.

"Why did you invite her?" Luca asked under his breath, his voice trembling with a mixture of gratitude and fear.

Damien smirked. "Because I wanted to see if she’s as sharp as you claim. Let’s see if she can keep up."