The Devil’s Boy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Waking up felt like a violation. It dragged Luca out of the shallow, frantic sleep he’d managed after Kain’s teeth and hands had left him shaking. His body still felt sluggish, filled with the aftershocks of fear and arousal tangled together until he couldn't tell the difference. The sheets smelled like Kain, expensive and dark, clinging to Luca’s skin like a stubborn truth: he didn’t get to choose anything anymore. Luca’s eyes blinked open slowly, lashes sticking. His throat felt dry. A hand, large, warm, familiar, pressed against his shoulder, guiding him to sit up. “Breakfast,” Kain said, as if that was all that mattered. His tone was calm, casual, like any boyfriend might be in any luxurious apartment, except Luca knew better. Every moment of ease had a cost. Kain watched him closely, as he always did, his gaze tracking every twitch of Luca’s hands, every hesitated breath. The tray was already placed at the table. Toast cut into perfect squares, exactly as Kain liked it. “Ev

The lobby felt too big for Luca to exist in. The ceilings climbed higher than his mind could track, and the floors gleamed like they wanted to reflect every step he took, every mistake he’d ever made. He tucked closer to Kain’s side without meaning to, his body betraying him the way his voice always did. The security guards didn’t even ask questions when Kain strode by; they simply nodded, respectful, like he wasn’t just a visitor here.Like he owned it.Luca swallowed hard, the sound thick in his ears as he tried to keep his breathing even. “W-w-what fl-floor?” he asked quietly.Kain pressed his palm lightly against Luca’s back, steering him toward the private elevator at the far end. “Forty-seven.”Luca blinked up at him. “T-t-that’s… h-high.”Kain glanced down, and the look wasn’t reassurance. It was ownership disguised as calm. “You won’t fall.”Luca wished he could believe that meant everything, not just the literal height of the building.Inside the elevator, a camera sat in t

Luca didn’t want to sit. Not with Bishop in the room. The hanging threat of Bishop's presence was too much to bear. Luca stood instead, arms crossed so tightly his wrists dug into his ribs. It grounded him, barely.Bishop watched him like a man observing an inevitable outcome. His suit was navy, tailored perfectly, hands loose and relaxed on his thighs. The two men behind him said nothing, sunglasses still on despite the indoor lighting. They looked like statues built of menace and expensive fabric.“You keep glaring at me like that and I might assume you missed me,” Bishop said, voice smooth as polished marble. “How’s the new workplace treating you?” His eyes flicked around the room with mild interest. “Empty.”Luca swallowed hard. The silence thickened. He wanted his voice to come out strong but his chest tightened, throat trembling like it wanted to betray him.“Y-you d-don’t b-belong h-here,” he managed, fingers curling tighter into his own jacket sleeve.“I belong anywhere my bu

Luca remained inside Kain’s private office, the heavy, mahogany door muffling the sound of the tense conversation on the other side. He could still hear the low murmur of Kain and Bishop’s voices, polite, formal, deadly, but the words were indistinct. All Luca could focus on was the small, dark smear of blood visible on the carpet just outside the door, the lingering evidence of Kain’s quick, savage cruelty.His body was shaking violently. Fear, cold and immediate, gripped his chest. That brief, sudden violence, the sickening sound of bone breaking, and Kain’s total lack of reaction, it was terrifying. Kain hadn’t even looked at the man he hurt. It was as casual as crushing an insect.He’s a monster, Luca’s mind screamed. Run. Get the phone. Leave.But under the terror, something else was clawing its way up. A heat. A sick, electrifying rush that contradicted every instinct of self-preservation.Kain hadn't just hurt a man; he had hurt Bishop’s man. He had done it in front of Luca.

Luca’s hand was shaking when it caught at Kain’s clothing, a weak pinch barely worth noticing. It wasn’t confidence driving the motion, just that tight desperate instinct that made him want contact even while every sane part of his mind screamed at him to push the man away. His fingers clung to fabric like he’d drown if he let go.“K-Kain….” His voice cracked in his throat. “…Please t-touch me a-again…”The air changed immediately. Kain stilled in a way that made Luca feel like time itself had sucked in a breath.Slowly, Kain’s hands released Luca’s ankle. He stood unhurriedly, rising to his full height, brushing invisible dust from his knees as though Luca’s plea had been a business request rather than something humiliating and raw. His gaze kept locked on Luca’s face, reading every flicker of emotion there with that predatory calm.“Is that what you want?” Kain asked softly. His voice held no mockery, just certainty wrapped in silk. “Me touching you?”Luca’s throat wasn’t working ri