Bound To The Devil

chapter 98

Her jaw clenched. "Me," she snapped, shoving at his chest. "Now get out."

Sebastian didn’t budge. If anything, he let her push him just enough to make her think she had control—before his hand shot out, grabbing her by the waist. He pulled her against him, his fingers tightening possessively.

Valarie gasped. "Bastard—"

"Shh," he purred, leaning in, his lips barely grazing her ear. "You know what happens when you misbehave, don’t you?"

Her breath hitched. Heat coiled in her stomach.

Damn him.

Sebastian’s lips brushed against her jaw. "Tell me, did you enjoy it? Tricking my men? Running away, thinking you were free?"

Valarie smirked, determined to hold her ground. "Very much. They were idiots."

Sebastian growled lowly. "Idiots, huh?" His fingers slid down her waist, gripping the back of her bare thigh, lifting it slightly as he pressed her against the couch. "Should I show you what happens to little thieves who run from their kings?"

Her stomach clenched.

She should tell him to stop. Push him away. Do something other than let herself melt into his hold.

But she didn’t.

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- Sebastian's POV

Sebastian carried Valarie through the doors of his estate like a victorious conqueror returning with his prize. Her body was limp against his chest, her breath soft and warm against his neck. She was exhausted, nearly unconscious from the night he had spent worshipping her-ruining her.

Exactly as she should be.

The guards at the entrance stood at attention, wisely averting their eyes. No one dared to question him. He was the king of this empire, and the beautiful deity in his arms was his queen.

He walked straight to their bedroom and laid her gently on the massive bed, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. Even in sleep, she was breathtaking.

But she needed to understand something-there was no escape.

This was her home now.

Turning, he pulled out his phone and dialed his head servant.

"I want the entire closet filled with clothes in her size," he ordered. "Shoes, accessories, everything. The best brands. The rarest pieces. I don't care how much it costs-millions, billions-make it happen."

A hesitant pause. Then, "Of course, sir."

Sebastian smirked. Valarie had once used the excuse of having no clothes to try and leave him. Now? She didn't even had that excuse.

She would never need to leave again.

And if she tried?

He'd have to remind her exactly who she belonged to.

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Valarie stretched, blinking lazily as the morning light poured through the massive windows. The bed beneath her was a cloud of silk and warmth, the scent of Sebastian lingering on the sheets. She groaned, rubbing her eyes. The man was insatiable. If he had his way, she'd never leave this room again.

Her bare legs slid against the smooth sheets as she sat up, only to realize-she was alone.

Strange. Sebastian was usually watching her sleep like some lovesick beast, his grey eyes filled with dark obsession. The possessive devil rarely let her out of his sight.