All Chapters of The Devil's Favorite Chef: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Victoria sat in her studio the next afternoon, staring at the same blank canvas she had looked at for three days straight. The paints were ready, and the brushes were clean, but the inspiration seemed to refuse to come. All she could think about was Sebastian, again. She felt like she was losing control, but she was justifying it with how he made her feel. She thought about his hands on her body, the way he fucked her against the wall last night and how he whispered that she belonged to him while he came deep inside her. Her pussy clenched just from remembering it.She sighed and picked up her small sketchbook instead. Her hand moved quickly. Another drawing of Sebastian emerged - this time his face mixed with his strong hands gripping her thighs. The sketch was raw and sensual and nothing like the calm, beautiful paintings she used to make.The doorbell rang.Victoria jumped a little, but it was just Marcus.He stepped inside carrying two cups of coffee, smiling like always. But whe

Victoria couldn’t stay away.Even after that cold look in Sebastian’s eyes last night, she still went to him the next evening when he invited her to his flagship restaurant.She arrived just before the dinner rush. Sebastian met her at the back entrance wearing his signature black chef jacket. He looked powerful, and in control. The moment the door closed behind them, he pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard, his hand sliding up her thigh under her dress.“I’ve been thinking about this pussy all day,” he whispered against her lips.“Stay in my office and watch me work. I want you wet while you watch me.”Victoria’s heart raced faster than an over speeding car on an expressway. She was already soaked. He led her to a private glass office that overlooked the entire kitchen. The staff moved like a well-oiled machine - fast, precise, and clearly terrified of making mistakes. Sebastian stepped into the kitchen like a king entering his kingdom.Victoria sat on the edge of his desk

The next few days passed in a blur.Victoria’s phone would not stop ringing. Collectors who had never replied to her before were suddenly desperate to buy her work. Galleries wanted new pieces immediately. One famous interior designer even offered her a huge commission after seeing photos of her and Sebastian together at the gala.Her newest paintings - the darker, more sensual ones she had created while thinking about him - sold for three times her normal price.She should have been happy. Instead, she felt sick.Victoria stood in her studio surrounded by fresh checks and transfer notifications. One painting that used to take her two weeks to sell had been bought in less than forty-eight hours. The price was the highest she had ever received.And this was all because people now knew her as “Sebastian Montez’s woman.”She picked up one of the new sketches she had drawn in secret - a woman being pulled into shadows by a powerful, faceless man. It was beautiful in a haunting way. But

Victoria couldn’t breathe.She stood frozen in front of Sebastian, his cum still slowly dripping down her inner thighs, while his dark eyes watched her like he was a predator studying his prey.“I… I didn’t mean to ...” she started, but the lie died in her throat as she spoke. Sebastian stepped closer. He was still half-hard, his cock glistening from being inside her. The contrast between the filthy intimacy of moments ago and the coldness in his eyes in the present moment made her feel dizzy.“Don’t lie to me,” he said quietly.“I have cameras in my study, Victoria. I watched you go through my desk like you were a little detective.”Her stomach dropped.He knew everything.Sebastian reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The gesture was soft, almost loving, but his voice was ice.“You saw the emails. The photos. The truth about Marco Vale.”He tilted his head.“Tell me… how does it feel knowing the man who fucks you so well destroyed someone to get where he i

Victoria didn’t plan to go back to him.But at 11 PM the next night, she found herself standing outside Sebastian’s villa again, wearing a simple hoodie and jeans, her eyes red from crying.He opened the door before she even knocked.For a long moment, they just stared at each other. There was no kissing, and no dirty words exchanged. It was just pure silence.“I shouldn’t be here,” she whispered.“But you are,” Sebastian replied softly. He stepped aside.“Come in.”They sat on the big couch in the living room. Unlike before, there was no wine and no music. Just the sound of the ocean crashing far below the cliffs..Victoria’s voice shook when she finally spoke.“Tell me the truth. All of it. No more half-answers. No more warnings. I need to know who you really are.”Sebastian leaned back, running a hand through his hair. For the first time since she met him, he looked tired. Almost… human.“You really want to hear this?” he asked.She nodded.He stared at the dark ocean for a long ti