Bound To The Devil

Chapter 88

Valarie’s entire face turned red.

Sebastian laughed.

Her fierce, fiery goddess was flustered.

He had never been more obsessed.

***

Sebastian Vasiliev had never enjoyed mornings.

Until now.

Until her.

He lounged back lazily against the pillows, completely bare, his arms crossed behind his head as he watched his little detective struggle for the blanket.

Valarie was fierce, a damn wildcat, but right now?

She was naked, flushed, and scowling—a beautiful contradiction of rage and embarrassment that made his blood burn.

And he was going to enjoy every second of it.

Valarie lunged for the blanket, but he yanked it back easily, grinning as she let out a sharp growl of frustration.

“Bastard,” she hissed, her hair a mess of dark waves as she glared at him.

Sebastian smirked. “Now, now, sweetheart. Is that any way to talk to the man who kept you so thoroughly entertained last night?”

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Don’t you—”

“Oh, you don’t remember?” His smirk widened. “That’s a shame. Should I remind you?”

She stiffened.

Sebastian sat up slowly, moving closer, his voice a dark whisper as he leaned toward her.

“Let’s see… You were writhing under me, begging me to—”

Valarie slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Shut. Up.”

Sebastian chuckled against her palm, his sharp teeth barely grazing her skin. “Why so shy, detective? You weren’t so quiet when you were screaming my name.”

She gasped, ripping her hand away. “Sebastian!”

He grinned, relishing her mortification.

“‘Sebastian’—” he mocked her breathless tone from last night, tilting his head, eyes burning with dark amusement. “Oh—right—there—”

Valarie let out a sound of pure rage and launched herself at him.

Naked.

Fierce.

Glorious.

Sebastian barely had time to react before she tackled him, her hands grabbing at the blanket as they tumbled against the sheets in a chaotic mess of heated skin and tangled limbs.

“Give it!” she snapped.

“Make me,” he challenged, grinning wickedly.

Valarie struggled, her body pressing against his, her soft curves molding perfectly against his hard frame.

Sebastian groaned, his self-control snapping thread by thread.

His hands tightened on her waist, holding her in place, his breath ragged against her ear.

“You really want to fight me, sweetheart?” he rasped. “Like this?”

She froze.

Sebastian smirked, taking full advantage, flipping their positions in a blur of movement.

Now she was pinned beneath him, wrists trapped above her head, his body flush against hers.

Valarie’s breath hitched, her legs still tangled with his.