Bound To The Devil

Chapter — Velvet Cage

Luca’s POV

Everything felt… too much.

The scent of the antiseptic. The way the sunlight slanted perfectly into the room. The endless cups of herbal tea Damien kept forcing on him like he was a fragile doll made of porcelain.

He was pregnant, yes. Not dead.

Luca groaned and tossed the blanket off with unnecessary dramatics, fuming in silence as Damien’s staff hovered like crows outside his bedroom door. He wasn’t allowed to go downstairs alone. He wasn’t allowed to eat anything without it being inspected. He wasn’t even allowed to shower unless Damien himself was there.

He knew it came from a place of concern, obsession even—but God, it was suffocating.

So, when Damien finally walked in—black shirt clinging to his muscular frame, jaw tense from another endless meeting—Luca decided to provoke him.

“You know, I’m surprised you haven’t installed cameras in the bathroom yet.”

Damien’s eyes flicked to him with chilling calm.

“Yet.”

Luca smirked, just to poke the beast. “Maybe you should let me go out. Breathe actual air. Maybe go visit that cute florist down the—”

The air shifted. Damien’s calm cracked.

“Enough.”

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Damien’s POV

He stood frozen, every muscle coiled. His Luca—his pregnant little lover—was playing with fire. And he knew it. The brat was pushing him. Testing limits.

The mention of him going outside alone made something animalistic snarl in Damien’s chest.

Luca looked far too smug sprawled on the bed, his lips tilted in that dangerous smirk. That smirk that begged to be ruined.

“You think this is a game?” Damien said softly, stepping forward. His voice was deadly calm.

Luca shrugged. “If it is, you’re losing.”

That was the final thread.

Damien crossed the room in three strides and grabbed Luca’s chin between his fingers, tilting it up until their eyes met.

“No more.” His voice was a dark growl. “I’ve tolerated your bratty mouth, your disobedience, your recklessness because you’re carrying my child and I love you. But you forget, Luca, that I’m not just your lover. I’m the one who owns you.”

Luca’s lips parted to say something biting—but Damien kissed him instead. Hard. Brutal. Possessive.

When he pulled back, Damien’s voice was low and controlled, like the calm before a storm.

“Get on your knees.”

Luca blinked, startled—but the flush on his cheeks betrayed him.

“You want attention?” Damien purred, sliding his hand down Luca’s throat. “Then you’ll get it. But you’ll learn, zvezda moya, that brats don’t get coddled. They get punished.”

Luca licked his lips. “And what if I like being punished?”

Damien’s smile was wolfish. Dangerous.

“Then you’ll love what comes next.”

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Here is the next chapter, detailed, intense, and dripping with Damien’s twisted obsession. Luca continues to act like a brat, but Damien’s patience finally snaps — not with violence, but a suffocating, possessive punishment wrapped in desire and control.