Bound To The Devil

– The Morning After

Sebastian’s POV

Sebastian Vasiliev was not a man who worshipped.

He had built his life on violence, power, control—never bowing, never yielding. But as he lay beside her, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest, he realized something.

If there was one thing in this world worthy of his devotion, his obsession, his madness—

It was Valarie Ivanov.

The golden morning light spilled through the windows, caressing her bare skin like a painter’s brush on the finest canvas. The soft glow kissed the delicate curve of her shoulders, the bruises he left on her pale throat, the faint red marks on her wrists where he had held her down.

His.

Sebastian exhaled slowly, fingers reaching out to trace the mess he had made—his marks, his claim.

She stirred slightly, shifting against the sheets, her hair splayed around her like a dark halo of sin.

Damn.

He had never seen anything more fucking perfect.

His eyes dragged over her body, admiring her with a hunger that refused to be satisfied. She was everything— fierce, beautiful, untouchable to the rest of the world… but his, here, now.

His obsession.

His goddess.

And she had no idea.

Sebastian smirked, leaning on one elbow as he let his fingers ghost over her spine, teasing, light enough to make her shift again. He knew the moment she started waking—her breathing changed, her lashes fluttered, her fingers gripped the sheets tighter.

And then—

Valarie let out a soft, sleepy moan.

Sebastian's self-control snapped.

He leaned in, pressing a slow, wicked kiss to her bare shoulder, smirking against her skin as she shivered.

“Good morning, detective,” he murmured against her ear.

She blinked slowly, still dazed, exhausted from the night before.

Sebastian grinned.

Perfect.

She moved slightly, and only then did she realize—

She was completely naked.

A deep, dangerous chuckle rumbled from his chest as he watched the realization spread across her face.

Valarie’s eyes snapped to his, cheeks flushing as she immediately reached for the blanket—only for Sebastian to snatch it away effortlessly.

“Oh, no,” he drawled, grinning wickedly. “You don’t get to hide from me, sweetheart.”

Valarie gasped, her hands gripping his pillow to shield herself. “Sebastian—!”

He tilted his head, gaze burning as it dragged over every inch of exposed skin.

“Damn,” he murmured, obsessively, eyes dark with possession. “You look even better in the morning light.”

She scowled. “Give me the damn blanket.”

Sebastian smirked, leaning in closer, his lips grazing her ear.

“Why?” he murmured. “I’ve already seen everything… and tasted even more.”