Bound To The Devil

– Breaking the Criminal

Sebastian’s POV

She was fucking ruthless.

Valarie Ivanov—the woman who walked like a goddess and spoke like a queen—was taking her time breaking him. And he was letting her.

Because God help him, he wanted to be broken by her. Fuck .

His wrists were bound, his shirt was open, and the sharp sting of her nails on his skin sent fire down his spine.

She circled him like a predator, her fingers trailing over his chest, her breath just close enough to drive him insane.

“This is what happens when criminals get caught,” she whispered, her lips grazing his ear. “They get punished.”

Sebastian growled, pulling at his restraints .

Valarie chuckled darkly. “Struggling already?”

His jaw clenched. “You like torturing me mhm sweetheart, wait until it's your turn.”

She leaned down, her lips ghosting over his throat. “I love it.”

Sebastian let out a low, shuddering breath.

Fuck. She was good.

His control was slipping, unraveling like a live wire sparking in the dark. She knew it. He could see it in the wicked glint in her eyes.

“You want me to talk more?” he rasped. “Fine. I’ll tell you exactly what I’m thinking, all of it.”

Valarie smirked. “Go on, then.”

His eyes darkened.

“I’m thinking about how fucking good you’d look on your knees, begging me to ruin you.”

Valarie sucked in a sharp breath.

“I’m thinking about how I’d have you pinned against this desk, legs spread, screaming for me.”

Her grip on him tightened.

“I’m thinking about how I’d make you beg, over and over again, until you forget your own name.”

Valarie’s pupils dilated, her chest rising and falling faster.

Sebastian smirked. “What’s wrong, detective? Losing control?”

Her lips parted slightly, but then—that fire returned.

Valarie grabbed his jaw roughly, forcing his head back.

“I don’t beg,” she whispered. “But you? Oh, Sebastian—you’re going to. And when I’m done with you, you’ll be the one screaming my name.”

His breath hitched.

She leaned in, her nails digging into his skin, her voice dropping into a dark, seductive whisper.

“Now, let’s see how much you can take before you break.”

Sebastian swallowed hard.

He was fucked.

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Valarie’s POV

She had him right where she wanted him—or so she thought.

Sebastian Vasiliev, the ruthless criminal, the cold-blooded king, was tied down, forced to submit to her rules.

And she was making him suffer for it.

Valarie rocked her hips slowly against him, her movements calculated, teasing, cruel. She could feel the way his muscles tensed beneath her, the way his fingers twitched as if he were fighting every primal instinct to grab her.