Damien's pov

Damien sat in his dimly lit study, a glass of whiskey clutched in his fingers tightening around the crystal as the scene from earlier replayed in his mind. The rage still burned in his veins, the audacity of Valarie’s attack gnawing at his pride like a relentless flame. He should have broken her right then and there, should have shown her what happened to those who dared to challenge him.

Instead, Luca had stepped in. His soft, pleading voice had tethered Damien to the moment, forcing him to rein in the monster clawing at his insides. The promise Luca made to Valarie echoed in his mind, a quiet threat wrapped in false surrender. Did Luca truly believe he could escape? That he could change the inevitable?

Damien chuckled darkly, downing the rest of his whiskey. The thought was amusing. Luca was his—body, mind, and soul. It was only a matter of time before he accepted it.

With a slow exhale, Damien pushed himself up from his chair and strode toward the massive floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the city that he owned. Every street, every building, every shadow belonged to him. And Luca… Luca was no different.

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Luca sat on the edge of the massive bed, the silk sheets pooling around him. His fingers traced patterns into the fabric as he stared at the bedroom door. The heavy presence of Damien loomed just outside, like a storm waiting to crash through his fragile walls.

The meeting with Valarie had been a disaster. He had seen the pain in her eyes, the rage burning just beneath her surface. She had punched Damien. Had actually thrown a punch at the man who controlled his life. And for a moment, Luca had felt a sliver of hope. But it had been crushed beneath the sheer force of Damien’s response.

The room had gone silent the moment Valarie’s fist connected with Damien’s jaw. And then, Damien had smiled.

It was a slow, amused smile, one that promised suffering. He hadn’t retaliated, hadn’t struck her back—no, Damien had patience. His punishments were never immediate, never simple. He preferred his justice drawn out, deeply personal, and utterly inescapable.

Now, sitting in the quiet of his room, Luca realized just how deep he had fallen. Damien had allowed him to see Valarie, but not without a price. The moment they had left the restaurant, Damien had leaned in and whispered, "You’ll make up for this tonight, my love."

The memory sent a shiver down Luca’s spine.

A knock on the door shattered the silence. Luca tensed.

The door creaked open, and Damien stepped inside, his presence filling the room like an unrelenting force. His suit was pristine despite the earlier chaos, his gloved hands adjusting the cuffs with meticulous precision. But his eyes—his eyes burned with something far more dangerous than anger.

Possession.

As the heavy doors shut behind them, Damien turned to Luca, his icy blue eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "You made a promise to her, didn't you?" His voice was dangerously soft.

Luca swallowed hard. "I had to. She’s my sister."

Damien’s fingers ghosted over Luca’s cheek before clenching around his jaw, tilting his head up. "And what of me, my love? Do my warnings mean so little to you?" His voice was laced with a quiet rage, an eerie calm before the storm.

Luca stiffened, the pit in his stomach deepening. He knew better than to defy Damien outright, not when he was in this state—restless, predatory. "I haven’t done anything against you."

Damien chuckled, but there was no warmth in it. "Haven’t you? You let her think she could take you from me. You let her believe she had power over something that belongs to me."

A sharp gasp left Luca’s lips as Damien shoved him against the nearest wall, pinning him there with his body. His gloved hands framed Luca’s face, his grip punishing. "Tell me, Luca. What would you have done if she tried to take you away? Would you have fought for me? Would you have begged me to keep you?"

Luca’s pulse pounded in his throat. He knew there was only one answer Damien wanted, and anything else would earn him punishment. "I wouldn’t leave."

A dark smirk curved Damien’s lips. "That’s right." He pressed a kiss against Luca’s temple, almost gentle, before his fingers slipped down to wrap around his throat. "But you need to learn something, my love. There are consequences to giving others hope where there is none. And I’ll ensure you never make that mistake again."

Luca’s breath hitched as Damien’s grip tightened just enough to remind him who was in control. The night was far from over, and Damien intended to make sure Luca understood the full weight of his devotion—whether he wanted it or not.

"You were very disobedient tonight," Damien murmured.

Luca’s breath hitched. "I—"

"Shh." Damien placed a finger against his lips. "Do you know how much I tolerate for you, krasota? And yet, you let that pathetic excuse of a sister put her hands on me."

Luca swallowed hard, his fingers curling into the sheets. "She’s just—she’s worried about me. She—"

Damien’s hand shot forward, grabbing Luca’s chin between his fingers. Not hard enough to hurt. Not yet. Just enough to remind him who held the leash.

"She is irrelevant. Do you understand?" Damien’s voice was silk over steel. "The only thing that matters is you and me. And you have to learn that I will always win. Always."

Luca wanted to resist, wanted to fight—but he knew Damien too well. Knew the sharp edges of his control, the dangerous allure of his obsession. And deep down, some twisted part of him knew that Damien was right. There was no escaping him.

There never had been.

Damien’s thumb brushed over his bottom lip, his touch deceptively gentle. "I will allow you to see her again, my love. But only when I decide. Only when you’ve earned it."

Luca’s stomach clenched. "What do you want?"

Damien smirked, his grip tightening just enough to make Luca gasp. "Oh, Luca. You already know." ------- ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

"Damien, what are you doing?" Luca squirmed in Damien's hold, his eyes widening as he realized their destination. The room spun as Damien threw him onto the massive king-sized bed.

Luca scrambled backwards on the bed, his breath hitching as Damien advanced towards him like a predator cornering its prey.

Damien lunged forward, pinning Luca down onto the bed. He straddled the boy's chest, gazing down at him with those fiery ice-blue eyes.

"I think you owe me a cock sucking baby. Your sister punched me , mhm?

"Luca, my sweet lamb, do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?" Damien's deep voice was hoarse with arousal. His strong fingers traced a line from Luca's swollen lips down to his chest.

"You're going to suck my cock, you little slut" Damien commanded, grasping a handful of Luca's soft hair. "If you struggle, I swear I will bend you over this bed and pound that tight ass until you cry."

With a swift movement, Damien ripped Lucas shirt open, buttons Scattering everywhere. He unbuckled his belt with one hand, the distinct jingle of metal signaling his intentions.

"Say it" Damien challenged, his dominant gaze holding Luca in place. "I-I owe you a- a.. blowjob," Luca stuttered, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks as he said the dirty word aloud.

"On your knees, baby" Damien growled, releasing his thick length from the confines of his briefs. It slapped against his muscular abdomen, weeping with pre-cum.

Luca hesitantly crawled forward, his eyes fixed on the intimidating display before him. Damien's massive erection jutted upwards, a bead of moisture glinting atop its engorged head.

"You remember why you're here, little lamb?" Damien taunted, stroking his thick cock leisurely. "Because your dear sister punched me in the face," Damien sneered, shaking his head.

"Are you ready to pay up, my slutty kiska?" Damien growled, swiping his dripping cock head against Luca's plump bottom lip.

Damien grinned wickedly, enjoying Luca's nervous anticipation. "Open wide, little lamb," he instructed, dragging the tip of his cock back and forth across Luca's lips. "Show Daddy how big you can take it."

As Damien guided his thick cock into Luca's waiting mouth, the boy gagged, reflexively jerking his head back.

The heady taste of Damien's cock flooded Luca's mouth, surprising him with its salty tang. He gasped, panicked, and tried to pull back, but Damien held fast, using the grip on Luca's hair to guide him forward.

Damien, loving the sight of Luca swallowing his length again and again, grabs both sides of the young man's face and begins to brutally piston into his mouth.

Luca's wide brown eyes met Damien's, pleading silently for respite. Instead, he received a cruel smile. "More, my kiska. You haven't even begun to satisfy your debt."

Damien's brutal assault continued. His strong hands grasped Luca's cheeks, splitting his mouth wide and forcing his head forward.

Suddenly, Damien stopped, pulling out of Luca's mouth and pressing his still-hard cock against the boy's cheek. "Look at me," Damien commanded, awaiting Luca's eyes.

Luca's gaze fluttered up to meet Damien's, and fora moment, the world outside their shared bubble disappeared.

The sight of Luca, breathless and glassy-eyed from the relentless pace, pushed Damien closer to the edge. His own pleasure threatened to consume him, and he needed to claim that much-desired prize.

"Stick your tongue out baby." As Damien's command registered, Luca tentatively stuck out his tongue. A second later, ropes of hot semen painted themselves across his face.

Luca froze, eyes wide with shock and humiliation as Damien's warm seed trickled down his cheek, his jawline, his neck. Some of it slipped into his gaping mouth, spilling onto his chin.

Luca stiffened, horror etched on his beautiful features as Damien's semen marked him like a branded animal.

Before the last drop settled on his tongue, Damien scooped it back up with his index finger and smeared it into Luca's mouth. "Swallow every single drop," he ordered, rubbing the remnants around his plump lips.

Luca involuntarily licked his lips, swallowing the last traces of Damien's cum. His face burnt from humiliation but the smell and taste still lingered.

Still kneeling on the bed, Luca couldn't help but stare at Damien through tear-filled eyes. He was embarrassed, aroused, and angry all at once, not quite sure how to process his own emotions.

"No more tears, my little lamb," Damien said softly, wiping the residue from Luca's face with a tenderness that belied his previously dominant behavior. "It's all part of the game we're playing, remember?"

Damien grins darkly at Luca, who squirms in shame and confusion. Standing up, he pulls the soaked t- shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly on the floor.

"Do you remember what I promised you before, kiska?" Damien murmurs, trailing his fingers lazily down Luca's torso. "The reward for being a good Boy"

Damien grinned at Luca, seeing the recognition flash across his face. He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of the younger man's head and whispering, "Well, I always keep my promises."

As Damien spoke, he began to trail kisses down Luca's neck and chest, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Luca gasped, shivering at the sudden intimacy.

Damien chuckled as he watched Luca writhe beneath him, his tiny cock throbbing as Damien stroked it to completion.

With a cruel smirk, Damien lowered his mouth to Luca's rapidly hardening cock. "Someone enjoys being a good little slut," he drawled, flicking his tongue over the rigid shaft.

"Do you like that, my good boy?" Damien asked between languid licks, swirling his tongue around the sensitive slit. "You were so fucking perfect on your knees."

As Damien's teasing words hung in the air, Luca blushed furiously, realizing that his body had betrayed him yet again.

As Damien's lips closed around his aching cock, Luca cried out, reveling in the unexpected rush of sensation that engulfed him. The heat and wetness of Damien's mouth were unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

Damien swirled his tongue around the head of Luca's throbbing little cock, savoring the taste of his pre-cum.

"Mmm," he hummed appreciatively, locking his piercing gaze with the boy beneath him.

With that he cummed,

Damien Volkov's possessive eyes bore into Luca Ivanov as he claimed ownership. "You're mine, kiska," he growled, snatching a handful of hi fresh, dark hair.

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Damien left the room much later, satisfaction curling in his chest like smoke. Luca had given in, as he always did, his defiance crumbling beneath the weight of Damien’s will. But that didn’t mean their game was over. No, Damien would keep pushing, keep taking, until Luca understood—

There was no life beyond him.

And as for Valarie? She would be dealt with soon enough.

He pulled out his phone, dialing a number with cold precision. The detective was a problem. Problems had to be eliminated.

The line rang once before a voice answered.

"I need something handled," Damien said, his voice smooth, merciless. "And I don’t care how messy it gets."