Bound To The Devil

Chapter — Feverish and Flustered

Luca groaned as he curled deeper into the covers, his body burning up. His limbs felt heavy, his skin too warm, and his head was spinning. Even in his half-conscious state, he knew something was wrong.

A large, cool hand pressed against his forehead, making him whimper.

“Tch. You’re burning up,” Damien’s voice was both amused and laced with concern. “My poor little angel.”

Luca forced his eyes open, blinking up at Damien’s sharp, golden gaze. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, watching him like a predator watching its prettiest possession.

Luca let out a weak whine, burrowing his face into the pillow. “I feel horrible…”

Damien’s smirk widened. “Obviously you do.” He leaned down, voice lowering into a deep, teasing whisper. “You did take me three times last night, angel.”

Luca froze—his fever-ridden brain taking two full seconds to process Damien’s words before his entire face exploded into a deep, embarrassed red.

His breath hitched. His eyes welled up with mortified tears.

“D-Damien!” he wailed, voice cracking as he weakly shoved at Damien’s chest. “D-Don’t say that!”

Damien chuckled darkly, effortlessly catching Luca’s wrist and pulling it to his lips, pressing a kiss against his pulse.

“Why not?” His tone was nothing short of mocking. “I was simply reminding you, love. Your body must be so exhausted after last night.”

Luca sniffled, biting his lip as he turned his face away, fully hiding in the blanket. “You’re the worst,” he mumbled.

Damien leaned in, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear. “Mmm." And you're so naive.

Luca only whined louder, curling up as Damien laughed.

“Alright, alright,” Damien sighed, finally softening. He pulled the blanket away just enough to see Luca’s flushed face. “Let’s cool you down, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

Luca peeked up at him with big, watery eyes. “Promise?”

Damien’s smirk turned into something softer, but no less possessive. He ran a hand through Luca’s hair, pressing a deep kiss to his damp forehead.

“Always.”

—

After half an hour

Damien reached for his phone, dialing a number.

“Cancel all my meetings today.”

There was a pause on the other end before his assistant nervously responded, “But sir, the—”

“Cancel them,” Damien growled, voice dropping to a deadly octave. His golden eyes flared with violent possessiveness as he gazed down at his flushed, lover.

“Nobody needs me more than my wife right now.”

Luca blinked up at him with big, watery eyes, curling closer. “wife?” he mumbled weakly.

Damien softened, running his fingers through Luca’s damp hair.
Then, the door slammed open.

“LUCA!!”

Ava barreled into the room, her big  eyes wide with panic.

“Are you okay? Papa said you’re sick! I told him he was too mean to you!” She climbed onto the bed immediately, pressing her tiny hands against Luca’s burning cheeks.