Bound To The Devil

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Chapter - Bratty Jealousy

Luca's POV

Luca was still mad.

He was still fuming.

Even after Allisa was thrown out like trash. Even after Ava practically declared him Damien's wife to the entire world. Even after Damien had smirked and not denied it.

That woman had the audacity to show up in his home. Flirt. Act like she had some claim over Damien.

And Damien, the arrogant bastard, was enjoying his jealousy way too much.

Luca stabbed at his dinner aggressively.

Damien, sitting across from him, watched in pure amusement.

He maybe just petty.

But could anyone blame him? Luca had to deal with the absolute audacity of some random woman thinking she stood a chance.

So yes. Luca was mad.

And Damien was enjoying it.

The bastard.

Luca ignored him.

Dinner? Ignored.
Damien's low chuckles? Ignored.
The way Damien leaned back lazily, rolling his whiskey glass between his fingers, watching Luca like a predator humoring prey? Ignored.

"You're pouting again," Damien finally murmured, taking a slow sip.

Luca stabbed his fork into his steak. "I. Do. Not. Pout."

Damien smirked. "You do. Just like last time when I-"

"Shut up," Luca snapped.

Damien chuckled, leaning forward. "Tell me, baby. What exactly has you so mad? Is it because I let her talk to me?"

Luca scoffed.

"Or because I let her touch me?"

Luca's jaw clenched.

"Or..." Damien drawled, eyes dark with amusement. "Because I didn't throw her out fast enough?"

Luca's fork snapped.

Damien grinned. "Ah. So it is that."

"I don't care," Luca muttered.

Damien tutted, swirling his drink. "You don't?"

"Nope."

"Then why are you sitting there looking like a bratty little wife who just caught her husband talking to another woman?"

Luca threw his napkin at him. "Because you are an insufferable asshole."

Damien caught the napkin effortlessly, laughing. "You are so jealous, baby."

"I. Am. Not."

"You are," Damien murmured, suddenly standing.

Luca barely had time to react before Damien grabbed his chair and spun it around, making him face him.

Luca gasped. "Damien-"

Strong arms caged him in, Damien's hands pressing into the chair's armrests, his knee nudging Luca's thighs apart, forcing him to stay put.

"Tell me," Damien whispered, lips hovering just over his ear, warm breath teasing his skin. "Tell me what you really wanted me to do to her."

Luca swallowed. "I-I didn't want you to do anything."

"Mm," Damien hummed, lips grazing his jaw, too close, too teasing. "Not even if I threw her against the wall?"

Luca's breath hitched.