Bound To The Devil

Chapter 87 ??????

His breath was uneven, his jaw clenched tight, but his eyes—God, his eyes.

Those dark, sinful eyes devoured her.

“You’re quiet,” she mused, tilting her head as she dragged a nail down his chest. “I expected more of a fight from you, Mr mafia prince..”

Sebastian exhaled a sharp breath, his gaze burning into hers.

“You’re gonna regret it , Valarie.”

She smirked, rolling her hips again. Slower this time. Meaner.

“Oh?” she whispered. “Is the big bad mafia boss feeling weak?”

Sebastian’s fingers curled into fists.

Good.

She trailed her fingers down his stomach, enjoying the way his abs tensed under her touch.

“I thought you could handle interrogation,” she teased.

Sebastian’s lips curled. Not a smirk. A warning.

“I warned you,” he murmured. “Didn’t I?”

Valarie grinned, completely oblivious to the fact that she had just stepped over a very, very thin line.

“So what?” she taunted. “What are you gonna do about it, criminal?”

Something snapped.

Before Valarie could even blink, the silk tie around his wrists tore.

In a flash, she was on her back, pinned beneath him, wrists locked above her head.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Sebastian hovered over her, his grip unrelenting, his expression dangerous.

“You really thought you were in control?” he murmured darkly.

Valarie swallowed. Shit.

His fingers tightened around her wrists, his body pressed against hers, trapping her completely.

“Poor little detective,” he mocked, his lips grazing her ear. “You spent so much time playing with the devil… you forgot that the devil doesn’t play fair.”

Heat shot through her, her heart hammering.

“You broke the rules,” Sebastian said, his voice low, menacing.

Valarie’s breath hitched.

His lips ghosted over her throat, his grip tightening.

“Now, you’re the one who has to face the consequences.”

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Sebastian’s POV

Valarie shuddered beneath him, her breath caught between a gasp and a whimper.

Exactly what he wanted.

She had played her little game, teased him, tormented him, thinking she could control him. she did though but it's his turn now.

And right now, Sebastian was about to take everything.

His grip tightened on her wrists as he slammed his mouth over hers, swallowing the startled noise she made. The kiss was nothing like before—nothing like the teasing smirks, the slow, taunting brushes of lips they had exchanged.

No.

This was claiming. This was punishment.

Valarie gasped into his mouth as he bit her lower lip, his tongue invading, ruthless, filthy, demanding. He didn’t give her a chance to breathe, didn’t give her a second to process.