All Chapters of The Devil’s Boy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The room was still except for the creak of Kain’s chair as he pushed it back, getting up slowly, the fabric rustling softly as he did. He didn’t say anything or gesture or smile. He simply walked toward Luca with that unreadable calm he wore when he wasn’t playing a role. Luca sat there stiffly, uncertain where to look, not knowing if he should move, speak, or just hold his breath until he got a sign.Then, wordlessly, Kain reached for Luca’s hand.The touch wasn’t rough. It wasn’t even firm. It was just there, decisive, direct. Kain didn’t meet Luca’s gaze as he lifted the hand between them, the pads of Luca’s fingers brushing against his shirt first, then against the bare skin as Kain peeled the fabric away slowly.Kain placed Luca’s hand on his chest. Not where the heart beat, but a little off to the left, where the skin was uneven. Lumpy, cold.“Do you feel that?” Kain asked, his voice low.Luca nodded, his fingers twitching instinctively. What he felt wasn’t soft or clean; it wa

The days had dissolved into a single, grey smear. Luca existed in the space between breaths, a hollowed-out thing curled on a bed that no longer felt like his own. Time was a concept for the living, marked by the sun and the moon, but his world was just this room, four walls holding the same stale air he’d been breathing since it happened. The food left for him was an insult, a reminder of bodily needs he no longer cared to have. It rotted, just as he felt he was rotting from the inside out.He wasn’t thinking, not in any real sense. He was replaying. A loop of his brother's face, of Kain’s voice twisting reality into a shape so ugly he couldn’t bear to look at it. He chose this for you. The words didn't just echo; they had taken root in the soft tissue of his mind, a poison vine squeezing the air from his lungs. There was an ache behind his ribs so profound it felt like a physical weight, pinning him to the mattress. He had no tears left.He didn't hear the door. The first sign of an

The early light was a harsh, unwelcome intrusion. Luca still lay on the mattress, his body a knot of paralysis. His mind was screaming a denial of Kain's power, yet his body felt unnervingly intense, waiting for the inevitable consequence. He was terrified, but beneath that terror was a strange, dull pull of anticipation.The door opened without a sound.Kain stood in the doorway. His presence was a beautiful, suffocating gravity. His blonde hair was pushed back in lazy waves, with a few strands falling forward over a face that was Greek, aristocratic, and effortless. His dark suit draped perfectly over his powerful frame. His dark eyes seemed to absorb light from the chandelier above and appeared heavy-lidded, as if he never completely woke up or perhaps nothing around him held his attention long enough. He was utterly gorgeous and utterly pitiless.Kain surveyed the scene: the neglected food, the boy still huddled under the covers.“I gave you a simple instruction, Luca,” Kain state

Luca felt a lick of electric current travel down to him at the statement. It shot straight into the pit of his stomach, pooling hot and sick. His lips were swollen, slick with Kain’s spit, and the taste of him clung to his tongue like something he couldn’t wash out. He wanted to shove him away, to spit in his face, but his body betrayed him, hips jerking forward as though searching for more contact, a pathetic twitch that made Kain chuckle into his mouth.“Look at you,” Kain murmured, biting the corner of Luca’s mouth hard enough to make him gasp. His tongue slid back in, slow and dirty, fucking Luca’s mouth until the sound of it filled the air, wet, obscene, deliberate. His grip on Luca’s jaw tightened, holding him open as he forced the kiss deeper, more brutal.Luca clawed weakly at Kain’s chest, but Kain only ground into him harder, the stiff line of his cock pressing against Luca’s thigh. The friction was undeniable, heavy and vulgar, dragging a shocked cry from Luca’s throat tha

Luca rose at the designated time, his muscles burning from the previous day's forced workout and aching from the physical aftermath of the night. He was clean, dressed in the dark, simple uniform, and stood waiting at the desk five minutes early. He was furious at his own mechanical obedience, but the anger felt distant, muffled by a deeper, unsettling calm.Kain arrived, his presence immediately pulling the focus of the room. His blonde hair was swept back, the lazy waves glinting under the chandelier light, giving his aristocratic features an effortless, magnetic quality. His heavy-lidded eyes were dark, seeming to absorb the light around him. When his gaze settled on Luca, it wasn't a casual look; it was a weight, a heavy, intimate pressure that made Luca's stomach clench and his skin feel suddenly hot."You're early," Kain noted, a low, flat observation that carried no praise, only recognition. "Punctuality is a starting point."The breakfast tray arrived. Luca sat, but the rigi