Luca paced his luxurious prison, knowing exactly what he needed to do. If he played his cards right, he could convince Damien to take him to Valarie. But it wouldn't be easy. Damien was possessive, unpredictable—he would never grant him anything without making Luca pay a price.

The door swung open, and there he was, dressed in an immaculate black suit, his presence overwhelming as always. Damien leaned against the doorframe, eyeing Luca like a predator stalking its prey.

“You’ve been restless, printsessa.”

Luca turned to him, letting his lips curve into a teasing smile. He sauntered over, deliberately slow, his fingers grazing the lapels of Damien’s jacket. “You never let me have any fun,” he purred, tilting his head up to meet Damien’s eyes. “Maybe you should reward me for being so obedient.”

Damien’s jaw clenched, his dark gaze locking onto Luca’s lips. “And what exactly do you want, little one?”

Luca trailed a finger down Damien’s chest, feeling the tension coiling beneath the fabric. “I want to see my sister.”

Damien’s grip on his wrist tightened in an instant. “No.”

Luca only smirked. He stepped even closer, pressing against Damien’s solid frame. “Are you sure?” His voice was a whisper, dripping with temptation. He brushed his lips over Damien’s jaw, barely a ghost of a touch. “Because I can be very... persuasive.”

A low growl rumbled from Damien’s chest. His hands caught Luca’s waist, fingers digging in possessively. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

Luca let out a breathy laugh, eyes gleaming with mischief. “And yet, you love it.”

Damien's grip tightened, his self-control slipping. He wanted to punish, to own, to claim every part of Luca for himself. And Luca knew it. He was toying with fire, and Damien was ready to burn for him.

Maybe, just maybe, Luca would get what he wanted. Luca had learned something dangerous—Damien Volkov had limits, and Luca was dangerously close to pushing past them. He saw it in the way Damien’s body tensed every time he got too close, in the dark fire that burned in his eyes whenever Luca dared to play his game. And tonight, Luca was in the mood to push even further.

Seated on the grand leather chair in the dimly lit lounge, Damien swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand, his predatory gaze fixed on Luca as he stood before him.

“You’re testing me,” Damien murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

Luca tilted his head, lips curling into a knowing smile. “Am I?” His fingers traced the rim of Damien’s glass before he plucked it from his grasp, taking a slow sip. His tongue flicked out to catch a stray drop of whiskey, his eyes never leaving Damien’s.

Damien’s grip on the armrest tightened, his jaw clenching. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

Luca leaned in, placing the glass aside, and straddled Damien’s lap without hesitation. “Oh, but I do,” he whispered against Damien’s ear, his breath warm, teasing. He ran his fingers through Damien’s hair, nails raking lightly against his scalp. “You like it when I push you. When I test your control.”

A muscle in Damien’s jaw ticked, his breathing heavy. His hands shot up, gripping Luca’s hips, thumbs pressing possessively into his skin. “You’re playing with fire, printsessa.”

Luca laughed softly, tilting his head back just enough to expose his throat—a deliberate invitation. “Then burn me, Damien.”

That was it. The last thread of restraint snapped. A guttural growl escaped Damien as he crushed Luca against him, his mouth claiming Luca’s with bruising force. The room blurred, the whiskey forgotten, the world narrowing down to the fire between them. Damien was lost, and Luca had won.

But Luca wasn’t done playing just yet. The room was silent, save for the sound of Luca’s ragged breathing. He was sprawled on the massive bed, wrists bound above his head with silk ties—cruel in their softness, a stark contrast to the man who had tied them. Damien stood over him, shirtless, his body a masterpiece of ink and scars, his expression cold, calculating.

“You thought you could tease me, make a game of my patience?” Damien’s voice was lethal in its quiet intensity. His fingers trailed down Luca’s exposed chest, light enough to make him shudder.

Luca swallowed hard, his defiance flickering. “It was fun watching you lose control.”

A sharp crack echoed through the room as Damien’s hand landed on Luca’s thigh, not enough to hurt, but enough to leave a warning sting. Luca gasped, back arching, and Damien smirked.

"What happens when you don't listen, kiska?" Damien growled, nipping sharply at Luca's earlobe. "Hm?" His hand glided up to wrap around the front of Luca's neck, squeezing slightly but not enough to cause concern.

“You like to play games, printsessa,” Damien murmured, gripping Luca’s jaw roughly, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Then let’s see how much you enjoy losing.

"Tell me," Damien rasped, his hot breath teasing Lucas neck. When the boy hesitated, Damien gave a little squeeze, loosening and tightening around Luca's throat as he waited for an answer.

A thousand sensations flooded through Luca as Damien's hand encircled his throat. Fear and exhilaration coursed through his veins, setting every nerve ending ablaze.

As Damien squeezed harder, Luca felt panic rising inside him. Damien had shown restraint thus far, but now it seemed like all bets were off.

His airway restricted slightly, yet his cock jerked in response. Luca grasped for answers, desire warring with trepidation. "Punishment," he squeaked, pulse quickening at the thrill of submission.

Damien's smirk grew wider, approving of Lucas admission. Releasing his grip, he leaned in and whispered darkly, "You like the sound of that, kiska?"

"Daddy wants you to scream for him now, little lamb," Damien rasped, his roughened voice coating Lucas senses. He shifted closer, trapping the younger man beneath him.

"Scream?" Luca stammered, gaze flickering nervously up to meet Damien's predatory stare. Before he could utter another word, Damien captured his mouth in a searing kiss.

Damien chuckled darkly, "Such innocence. We'll fix that," he said, kissing him roughly, claiming his mouth. Then he unties him . "Hands on the floor," Damien ordered, pushing Lucas knees wider.

Damien broke the kiss, leaning back to admire Luca's vulnerable position. Kneeling in front of him, hands on the floor, legs spread wide - he was entirely exposed and at Damien's mercy.

"Arch your back for Daddy," Damien commanded, wrapping a fist around Luca's locks and tugging gently. Luca obeyed instantly, his slim body bending perfectly to Damien's will.

"That's it, kiska. Present yourself." Damien kept one hand tangled in Luca's hair while the other trailed down the boy's flushed body.

What followed was a lesson in power, a cruel, relentless dance where Damien proved exactly why he was feared. His hands, his mouth, his touch—every sensation was a calculated torment, pleasure laced with punishment. Luca writhed beneath him, trapped between surrender and stubbornness, every attempt at control slipping through his fingers.

Damien's calloused palm gripped Luca's ass, squeezing roughly before trailing lower. One thick finger teased at his hole, tracing slow circles around the tightly puckered ring of muscle.

Luca cries. "No , not there please." He has never touched himself there.

"Ah ah ah, no struggling," Damien scolded, increasing the pressure on Luca's hair. "You wanted to play games, remember?"

Luca's body tensed as Damien's fingertip pressed against his entrance, the sensation foreign and unexpected. A shiver ran through him, half desire, half apprehension.

"But I've never touched myself there. Please! ..Damien". Luca embarrassingly cries..

"Shhh, there's always a first time for everything, kiska," Damien murmured, slowly pushing the tip of his finger into Luca's tight hole. The boy gasped, his cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

Luca squirmed, trying to close his legs, but Damien's strong thigh held him in place. He bucked his hips when Damien breached him farther, the sensation intense and unfamiliar.

"Fight all you want, my little lamb," Damien chuckled darkly, easing two more fingers inside, stretching Luca obscenely. "But you're too tight for me to stop now."

As Damien's fingers filled him, Luca panted, his body rejecting the intrusion while simultaneously craving more.

Luca's moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure and resistance intertwined. Despite his protests, his hips rocked in rhythm with Damien's fingers, burying them deeper within his tight channel.

In time, those moans became whimpers of desperation. Damien added a third finger, stretching Luca's opening even further. "Fuck.. It burns," Luca panted, squirming in vain as Damien maintained a steady pace.

"Such a tight little cunt, and all mine," Damien taunted, twisting his fingers inside Luca's body. The younger man let out a yelp, both shocked and aroused by the crude language spewing from Damien's mouth.

Damien finger-fucked Luca mercilessly, delighting in the younger man's gasps and writhes.

Luca bit his lip, trying to suppress a moan. Embarrassment was hot on its heels as excitement bubbled inside him. How could he want this so badly? Yet here he was, aching to beg Damien for more.

Damien's dominant, playful nature thrives on the challenge. He smirks as Luca arches into his hand, fingering the boy's tight hole mercilessly. To punish or pleasure, he doesn't know anymore. Maybe both.

"Uh, ahh Damien please.. I don't know it's weird I feel I'm gonna --" luca screams

"Cum, my little lamb," Damien growled, curling his fingers to hit the sensitive spot buried deep inside Luca. "Let Daddy watch you lose control."

As the words escaped Damien's lips, Luca felt his body spiral out of control. He shouted loud enough to wake the dead, convulsing as waves of ecstasy washed over him.

Luca slumped forward, exhausted from the intense orgasm that had ravaged his body. Damien continued to thrust his fingers into the young man's spent hole, drawing out lingering moans of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck... Can't... breathe," Luca panted, collapsing onto the rug. Damien loomed above him, his gaze hungry and triumphant. "who's your daddy?"

Damien withdrew his fingers from Luca's quivering hole and raised them to his mouth, sucking hungrily on the digits glistening with precum.

"Such a responsive little lamb." Damien purred, licking his fingers clean. "Looks like we've found something Daddy can use to make you fly.

By the time Damien finally relented, Luca was trembling, panting, his body a masterpiece of heat and exhaustion. Damien leaned down, his lips brushing against Luca’s ear. “Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before being a brat.”

Luca barely had the strength to glare, but he did. And Damien—ruthless, possessive Damien—laughed, already planning the next lesson.

As Luca lay there panting, still reeling from the overwhelming intensity of his orgasm, Damien sat back on his haunches and smirked. "Not bad, kiska," he murmured, "for a virgin."

"And who says you know anything about me?" Luca retorted, mustering what little energy he had left to glare defiantly at Damien.

Damien let out a dark laugh, amused by Luca's spirit despite the boy lying limp on the floor. He scooped the younger man up easily, his feeble struggles.

"Manners, Little Lamb," Damien chastised as he carried Luca towards

...

*******

Luca lay still, his body sore, his mind reeling from the punishment Damien had inflicted upon him. Every inch of him felt claimed, branded by the man who had made him his possession. He should have hated it—hated Damien, hated himself for the way his body responded—but the fire in Damien’s eyes, the way his touch sent shivers through him, left Luca breathless with something dangerously close to longing.

Damien stood at the foot of the bed, his gaze dark and unreadable, watching Luca with an intensity that made his stomach twist. He was still bare-chested, his broad frame illuminated by the dim light of the chandelier overhead. The sight of his inked skin, the sharp angles of his face, the undeniable power in his stance—it all made Luca feel small, vulnerable, but at the same time, important. As if, in this moment, he was the center of Damien’s world.

A smirk ghosted across Damien’s lips. “You’re quiet,” he noted, reaching for the discarded silk tie and looping it around his fingers lazily. “Have I finally tamed my little brat?”

Luca turned his head away, biting the inside of his cheek. He wouldn’t give Damien the satisfaction of answering.

Damien chuckled, low and dangerous. “No, not yet. But you will be.”

He leaned down, his gloved fingers tracing the bruises he’d left on Luca’s throat, down his chest, pausing just above his heart. “It’s beating so fast,” he murmured. “Do you know why?”

Luca refused to answer, but Damien already knew. He pressed a kiss just below Luca’s ear, slow and deliberate, before whispering, “Because you’re starting to understand, printsessa. There’s no escape. You’re mine.”

The words sent a shudder through Luca, but before he could protest, Damien straightened and walked toward the door.

“Get some rest,” he ordered. “Tomorrow, we have something important to discuss.”

********* The night was suffocatingly silent, but within Damien's mind, a storm raged. His possessiveness over Luca had reached an unbearable peak, an insatiable hunger that no amount of touch or control could satisfy. The way Luca had surrendered to him last night, his defiance melted into something more pliant, had only ignited a deeper, more dangerous obsession.

As Luca lay in his bed, the pale moonlight casting shadows over his delicate features, Damien sat beside him, watching. His fingers traced the curve of Luca’s jaw, the soft slope of his lips, and the hollow of his throat. His beauty was maddening. Otherworldly. Something so pure Damien almost felt unworthy of it—almost.

Luca stirred, his lashes fluttering, before his hazy eyes met Damien’s. For a moment, there was only silence between them, a heavy tension that clung to the air like a thick fog.

“You’re staring,” Luca murmured sleepily, voice hoarse from exhaustion.

Damien’s lips curled into a smirk. “Admiring, printsessa.”

Luca tensed at the nickname, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks. He looked away, his fingers gripping the silk sheets beneath him. “You’re acting strange.”

Damien chuckled, a low and dangerous sound. “Strange? No, my love. I am merely intoxicated by you.”

Before Luca could protest, Damien cupped his chin, tilting his face up. His grip was firm, possessive. “I have a reward for you today,” Damien whispered, his thumb brushing over Luca’s lower lip. “You’ll see your sister. Under my conditions.”

Luca’s breath hitched, his pupils dilating. Hope and hesitation warred in his eyes. “You mean it?”

“I always mean what I say,” Damien purred. “But you will behave, won’t you, moya lyubov'? No tricks. No secrets.”

Luca swallowed, nodding slowly. His heart pounded against his ribs.

Damien leaned closer, his lips a breath away from Luca’s ear. “Good. Because if you even think about betraying me, I will remind you exactly who owns you.”

A shiver ran down Luca’s spine. He should have been terrified. Maybe he was. But beneath the fear, something darker stirred. Something he couldn’t name.

And Damien? He could see it. He could feel it.

“You’re mine, Luca,” Damien murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to his jaw. “Now and always.”