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Chapter - Bratty Jealousy

Luca's POV

Luca was still mad.

He was still fuming.

Even after Allisa was thrown out like trash. Even after Ava practically declared him Damien's wife to the entire world. Even after Damien had smirked and not denied it.

That woman had the audacity to show up in his home. Flirt. Act like she had some claim over Damien.

And Damien, the arrogant bastard, was enjoying his jealousy way too much.

Luca stabbed at his dinner aggressively.

Damien, sitting across from him, watched in pure amusement.

He maybe just petty.

But could anyone blame him? Luca had to deal with the absolute audacity of some random woman thinking she stood a chance.

So yes. Luca was mad.

And Damien was enjoying it.

The bastard.

Luca ignored him.

Dinner? Ignored. Damien's low chuckles? Ignored. The way Damien leaned back lazily, rolling his whiskey glass between his fingers, watching Luca like a predator humoring prey? Ignored.

"You're pouting again," Damien finally murmured, taking a slow sip.

Luca stabbed his fork into his steak. "I. Do. Not. Pout."

Damien smirked. "You do. Just like last time when I-"

"Shut up," Luca snapped.

Damien chuckled, leaning forward. "Tell me, baby. What exactly has you so mad? Is it because I let her talk to me?"

Luca scoffed.

"Or because I let her touch me?"

Luca's jaw clenched.

"Or..." Damien drawled, eyes dark with amusement. "Because I didn't throw her out fast enough?"

Luca's fork snapped.

Damien grinned. "Ah. So it is that."

"I don't care," Luca muttered.

Damien tutted, swirling his drink. "You don't?"

"Nope."

"Then why are you sitting there looking like a bratty little wife who just caught her husband talking to another woman?"

Luca threw his napkin at him. "Because you are an insufferable asshole."

Damien caught the napkin effortlessly, laughing. "You are so jealous, baby."

"I. Am. Not."

"You are," Damien murmured, suddenly standing.

Luca barely had time to react before Damien grabbed his chair and spun it around, making him face him.

Luca gasped. "Damien-"

Strong arms caged him in, Damien's hands pressing into the chair's armrests, his knee nudging Luca's thighs apart, forcing him to stay put.

"Tell me," Damien whispered, lips hovering just over his ear, warm breath teasing his skin. "Tell me what you really wanted me to do to her."

Luca swallowed. "I-I didn't want you to do anything."

"Mm," Damien hummed, lips grazing his jaw, too close, too teasing. "Not even if I threw her against the wall?"

Luca's breath hitched.

"Or maybe," Damien continued, voice silken and dark, "I should've grabbed her by the throat, made sure she knew I already have a beautiful little thing I love , waiting for me."

Luca clenched his fists. "Shut up."

Damien chuckled. "Oh, I see. You wanted me to tell her I have a jealous, needy little brat who hates when anyone else so much as breathes near me."

Luca burned. "Damien-"

"And that brat," Damien murmured, pressing their foreheads together, "wants everyone to know he owns me."

Luca sucked in a sharp breath.

Damien smirked. "Isn't that right, baby?"

Luca hated how easily Damien could unravel him.

So he did the only thing he could.

He smirked back. "Maybe I just wanted to see if you'd actually do it."

Damien's amusement flickered.

Luca's grin widened. "If you really would throw her against a wall. Or-" He licked his lips. "If you'd let her touch you a little longer."

Damien's entire body went still.

Luca hummed, tilting his head innocently. "Maybe you liked the attention, Damien."

Damien's grip on the armrests tightened.

Luca smirked. "Maybe you wanted her to touch you."

And then-

The chair was yanked back. Luca yelped, but Damien was on him before he could move, dragging him up, slamming him against the dining table.

"You really want to test me, baby?" Damien murmured, voice low, dangerous.

Luca's heart raced. "Maybe."

Damien's hand slid up Luca's thigh. "And maybe I should remind you who you belong to."

Luca gasped as Damien's fingers traced his waistband.

"Say it," Damien demanded, his lips brushing over Luca's pulse.

Luca shuddered. "I-I belong to-"

Damien's grip tightened.

"Say it."

"You!" Luca finally moaned. "I belong to you!"

Damien growled, pressing a hot, possessive kiss against Luca's throat. "Good boy."

Luca whimpered.

Before he could protest, Damien caged him in, hands resting on the armrests.

"Baby boy," Damien whispered, voice silky smooth. "If I wanted her, she'd be in my bed. But you know who's in my bed?"

Luca swallowed hard, trapped in Damien's gaze.

"You," Damien murmured, leaning down, lips brushing Luca's ear. "You're in my bed, in my home, in my life. You're mine, Luca. I made sure the whole world knows that."

Luca's breath hitched.

Damien's lips ghosted over his jaw, slow, teasing. "Still mad at me, baby?"

Luca clenched his fists. "Yes."

Damien chuckled, pressing a slow, deep kiss to his neck.

"Still mad?"

Luca's breath shuddered. "Yes."

Damien bit down.

Luca gasped.

Damien licked over the mark, smirking. "Now?"

Luca hated how his body melted. Hated how his fingers curled into Damien's shirt instead of pushing him away.

Damien pulled back, watching him with hungry, dark eyes. "You can stay mad, baby. I'll just keep reminding you who you belong to."

Luca glared.

Damien grinned.

And then he kissed him.

Hard. Deep. Possessive.

Like he was sealing his words into Luca's lips.

Luca had no choice but to kiss him back.

*** Here's the next chapter featuring Luca taking control and surprising Damien with his boldness.

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- Luca's Bold Possession

Damien Volkov had always been the predator, the one who hunted, controlled, and owned. But tonight... tonight, something was different.

Luca was tempting him.

The shy, soft-spoken boy who usually blushed at Damien's teasing was now straddling his lap, fingers curling possessively into Damien's shirt. His golden eyes, wide and innocent, held something far more dangerous-a challenge.

"Luca-" Damien started, but his words cut off as sharp teeth sank into his collarbone.

A deep, guttural growl escaped him, his hands instinctively gripping Luca's waist. "What the hell do you think you're doing, kotyonok?"

Luca pulled back, lips swollen from the bite, cheeks flushed. "Marking you," he whispered breathlessly, voice laced with something dark, wicked. "You always say I belong to you. But, Damien..." He leaned in, breath ghosting over Damien's lips. "You're mine, too."

Damien's control snapped.

His hands tightened on Luca's hips, but before he could flip them over, Luca shoved him back against the headboard with surprising strength.

"Uh-uh," Luca scolded, eyes flashing. "You always dominate me. Always." His fingers traced over the bruises and love bites Damien had left on his skin. "I think it's only fair I get to do the same."

Damien's breath hitched as Luca dragged his nails down his chest.

The usually timid, easily flustered Luca was gone.

This Luca was hungry.

Possessive.

Deadly.

And Damien, for the first time in his life, let him.

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Damien had always known Luca had a sharp tongue. But tonight? Tonight, his lover was using it for the filthiest, most sinful purpose imaginable-provoking him until he snapped.

It started innocently. Or at least, that's what Damien thought before Luca straddled his lap, trailing his fingers over Damien's chest with a slow, deliberate touch. His brown eyes gleamed with mischief, a smirk tugging at his soft lips as he leaned in.

"You know..." Luca whispered, breath tickling Damien's ear, "I think I finally get it now."

Damien's grip on Luca's waist tightened. "Get what, lapochka?"

Luca hummed, dragging a single nail down Damien's abs, over the scars and hardened muscle. "Why you're so possessive. So jealous. Because I feel it too now." He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. "The way those men looked at me? It made me sick."

Damien's eyes darkened. "Did someone touch you?" His voice dropped, dangerously low.

Luca chuckled, shaking his head. "No, but they wanted to. And that's enough, isn't it?" His voice turned wickedly soft. "Just like how you get when someone even breathes too close to me."

Damien's jaw clenched. Luca was playing with fire.

"Every time they looked at me," Luca continued, sliding his fingers up to Damien's throat, just lightly enough to tease, "I imagined you seeing it. I imagined how mad you'd be."

"Luca..." Damien warned.

"But you know what made me the most jealous?" Luca's lips brushed his jaw, then his ear. His voice dropped to a whisper. "The way that woman touched you."

Damien stilled.

Luca pulled back, smirking at the shift in Damien's demeanor. "Oh, did you think I didn't notice?" His hand slid lower, over Damien's chest, tracing every inch of skin like a predator playing with its prey. "She was practically draped over you. And the worst part?" Luca's nails scraped down Damien's arm, making his muscles twitch. "You let her."

Damien let out a slow breath. His patience was snapping.

Luca smirked, leaning in, whispering filthily against his lips, "I bet she wanted to know how you sound when you lose control. How it feels when you take someone apart, piece by piece."

Damien growled, gripping Luca's hips in a bruising hold.

"But she'll never know, will she?" Luca's eyes flickered with amusement. "Because I do."

Damien lost it.

In a blur, he flipped Luca beneath him, pinning him down against the silk sheets. His pupils were blown wide with hunger, his breathing rough.

"You jealous little thing," Damien rasped, pressing Luca's wrists down. "Do you have any idea what you just did?"

Luca smirked up at him, defiant and unbearably seductive. "I made you hard, didn't I?"

Damien cursed, slamming his mouth against Luca's, devouring him whole.

***** . Luca was still catching his breath, his body burning from Damien's touch, from the way he looked at him-like he was something precious, something his.

Damien's hands framed his face, his thumbs stroking along his cheekbones with a rare gentleness. But his eyes-God-his eyes were something else. Dark. Hungry. Possessive.

"I don't want to hear that again," Damien murmured, voice thick with emotion.

Luca blinked up at him, his brows furrowing. "Hear what?"

Damien's fingers tightened, his grip just shy of bruising. "That bullshit about you being jealous." His tone dropped lower, more dangerous. "As if those other people mean anything."

Luca swallowed hard. He was jealous. He hated seeing the way people looked at Damien, hated the casual way women threw themselves at him. Hated knowing Damien had probably touched others before him.

"I-"

Damien cut him off, his lips brushing over Luca's jaw, his breath hot against his skin. "Listen to me, zvezda moya," he whispered, his Russian accent thickening. "There is no one else. There was no one else."

Luca let out a shaky breath as Damien dragged his mouth lower, his lips tracing along his throat, his collarbone. He kissed, then bit, making Luca gasp.

"You think I could ever want them?" Damien's voice was low, rasping against his skin. "You think they could ever compare to you?"

Luca shuddered, his hands fisting in Damien's hair.

Damien chuckled darkly. "Nevozmozhno," he murmured. "Impossible."

He moved lower, his teeth grazing Luca's chest before biting down-sharp enough to make Luca arch beneath him.

A broken moan escaped his lips.

Damien licked over the mark, soothing it, then dragged his lips back up to Luca's ear.

"You are mine." His voice was nothing but raw obsession. "And I am yours. No one else exists."

Luca's breath came in ragged gasps as Damien rolled his hips against him, slow, teasing.

"Say it," Damien demanded.

Luca's fingers dug into his shoulders, his head spinning. "You're mine."

Damien let out a rough groan, grinding against him harder. "Again."

"You're mine," Luca gasped, heat curling low in his stomach.

Damien kissed him then-bruising, desperate. A kiss that shattered every doubt, every insecurity.

"I belong to you," Damien whispered between kisses. "Only you."

And then he ruined Luca all over again.

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