Chapter 2: Morning of the Devil

Sunlight poured through the tall windows, warm and golden, mocking Adrian’s situation. He had barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes, he felt Luca’s hands on him again strong fingers gripping his cock, the hard press of that thick erection against his ass, the sharp bite on his neck.

He was still completely naked.

Adrian paced the luxurious prison, muscles tight with frustration. The bedroom was beautiful in a cold, expensive way: massive four-poster bed, dark wood furniture, silk sheets, and a bathroom bigger than his entire apartment back home. But the windows were barred, the door was solid oak and locked from the outside, and there wasn’t a single piece of clothing in sight.

His cock rise at the memory of Luca’s voice calling him a “defiant little slut.” He hated it. Hated how his body had responded.

The lock clicked.

Adrian turn around, instinctively grabbing a pillow to cover himself as Luca stepped inside. The mafia heir looked unfairly composed in a crisp black button-down and tailored trousers. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and those icy gray eyes immediately dragged over Adrian’s bare body with open hunger.

“Drop the pillow,” Luca ordered calmly.

“Fuck off,” Adrian snapped, clutching it tighter.

Luca’s lips curved. In two strides he crossed the room, ripped the pillow from Adrian’s hands, and tossed it onto the bed. His gaze lingered on Adrian’s half hard cock, the faint red mark blooming on his neck from last night’s bite.

“Still defiant. Good.” Luca reached out and traced a finger slowly down Adrian’s chest, circling one nipple until it hardened. “I brought you breakfast. And clothes. But you’ll earn them.”

Adrian slapped his hand away, breathing hard. “I’m not your toy.”

“You are exactly that.” Luca grabbed Adrian’s wrist and yanked him forward until their bodies pressed together. Even fully dressed, Luca radiated heat and power. Adrian could feel the hard ridge of his cock against his thigh. “And right now, my pretty captive needs a shower. You still smell like the docks… and fear.”

Luca didn’t wait for agreement. He dragged Adrian into the enormous marble bathroom, turning on the rainfall shower. Steam quickly filled the space.

“Get in.”

Adrian hesitated. Luca’s eyes darkened dangerously.

“Or I’ll strip and join you. And I won’t be gentle.”

Adrian stepped under the hot spray, jaw clenched. The water felt too good on his tense muscles. He kept his back to Luca, but he could feel the man watching him. When he turned slightly, Luca was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, eyes locked on every inch of wet skin.

“Turn around,” Luca commanded. “Hands on the glass.”

Adrian wanted to refuse, but the dark promise in Luca’s voice made his cock twitch again. Slowly, he faced the glass wall, placing his palms against it. Luca stepped closer, still fully dressed, only his sleeves rolled up.

Strong hands slid over Adrian’s wet shoulders, down his back, then cupped his ass possessively. Luca squeezed hard, spreading his cheeks slightly.

“Beautiful,” Luca murmured. One finger traced down Adrian’s crack, teasing over his hole without pushing inside. Adrian gasped, hips jerking forward. “So tight. Untouched here, aren’t you?”

“Stop,” Adrian hissed, but it came out breathy.

Luca chuckled darkly and reached around to wrap a large hand around Adrian’s now fully hard cock. He stroked him slowly, thumb circling the leaking tip.

“Look at you leaking for your captor. Does it embarrass you how much your body wants this?” Luca tightened his grip, stroking with perfect, torturous pressure. “You’re going to come for me like this, Adrian. Right now. While I decide if I keep you alive another day.”

Adrian’s thighs trembled. He tried to fight the building pleasure, but Luca was relentless and stroking faster, pressing his clothed body against Adrian’s wet back, whispering filthy promises in Italian language against his ear.

“Come,” Luca ordered, biting down on the same spot on his neck.

Adrian shattered with a broken moan, hips bucking as he spilled over Luca’s fist. The orgasm hit so hard his vision blurred. He slumped against the glass, panting.

Luca didn’t let him rest. He turned Adrian around and brought his cum-covered fingers to Adrian’s lips.

“Clean them.”

Adrian glared but parted his lips. Luca pushed two fingers inside, letting him taste his own release. The look in Luca’s eyes was pure dark satisfaction.

“Good boy,” he praised softly.

Luca finally stepped back, drying his hand on a towel. He tossed a stack of clothes onto the counter with simple black boxer. soft gray sweatpants, and a plain white t-shirt.

“Get dressed. We’re having breakfast on the terrace. Try to run and I’ll bend you over the table and edge you for hours without letting you come again. Understood?”

Adrian nodded shakily, cheeks burning with humiliation and lingering pleasure.

As Luca turned to leave, he paused at the door.

“Oh, and Adrian?” His voice dropped lower. “That was only the beginning. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to fuck you raw.”

The door clicked shut.

Adrian dressed with trembling hands, the fabric soft against his oversensitive skin. His neck throbbed where Luca had bitten him. His mind raced with plans of escape even as his body still hummed from the forced orgasm.

He was in hell.

And the devil was only getting started.