All Chapters of Bound to the Devil: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Mediterranean night smelled of salt, rotting fish, and blood. Adrian Vale rested on a concrete barrier at the edge of the old docks, sketchbook balanced on his knee, trying to capture the fractured reflection of warehouse lights on black water. Twenty-two, broke, and chasing a cheap three-month art internship in Palermo, he had wandered too far from the tourist paths. The air was warm and sticky against his skin, his thin white t-shirt clinging to his lean chest. He didn’t hear the men until it was too late. A low, calm voice sliced through the darkness. “Finish it.” Adrian froze. He pulled one earbud out. Ten meters away, under the harsh glare of a single floodlight, three men stood around a fourth who was on his knees, hands zip-tied behind his back. The man on his knees was sobbing, begging in rapid Italian. And towering over him was a figure that made Adrian’s stomach drop. Luca De Santis. Even without knowing the name yet, Adrian felt the danger rolling off him. Tall,

Sunlight bathed the private terrace in warm gold. The view stretched across rolling Sicilian hills down to the distant sea, beautiful enough to feel like a cruel joke. Adrian sat at the heavy iron table wearing the clothes Luca had given him. The soft gray sweatpants and white t-shirt felt too intimate against his skin after what happened in the shower. Luca sat across from him, relaxed and powerful in his black button down. He watched Adrian with those icy gray eyes while a servant placed plates of food between them: fresh fruit, warm bread, eggs, and cured meats. The servant disappeared quickly, leaving them alone. “Eat,” Luca said. His voice carried the same calm authority as the night before. Adrian stared at the food. His stomach twisted with hunger and nerves. “I am not your prisoner to command.” “You are exactly that.” Luca cut a piece of bread and spread olive oil on it. “And right now my prisoner needs strength. You will need it for what comes next.” Adrian picked up a f

Morning light filtered softly through the heavy curtains of Luca’s master bedroom. Adrian woke up wrapped in strong arms, his back pressed against Luca’s bare chest. The mafia heir’s body radiated heat. One of Luca’s hands rested possessively on Adrian’s stomach, fingers spread wide as if even in sleep he refused to let go. Adrian tried to shift away. The dried cum on his chest pulled at his skin, a stark reminder of last night’s punishment. His wrists still carried faint red lines from the ropes. His cock twitched traitorously at the memory of Luca’s mouth and the way he had begged. Luca’s arm tightened instantly. “Do not move,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. His lips brushed the back of Adrian’s neck, right over the bite mark he had left. “You feel good like this.” Adrian swallowed hard. “I need to shower. I’m covered in you.” “Good.” Luca rolled him onto his back and loomed over him. Those icy gray eyes looked softer in the morning light, but the hunger remained. “I like

Tension hung thick in the air the next morning. Luca was quiet than usual. He stood by the large windows in the master bedroom, shirtless, staring out at the hills as if he could see his father’s convoy already approaching. Adrian watched him from the bed, the silk sheet pooled around his waist.“You are worried,” Adrian said.Luca turned. His jaw was tight. “My father does not make social visits. He is coming because of you. He wants to see the weakness I have allowed in his house.”Adrian stood and walked over to him. He hesitated for a second before placing his hand on Luca’s bare chest, right over the serpent tattoo. The muscle was hard and warm beneath his palm.“I am not your weakness.”Luca caught his wrist but did not pull it away. Instead he pressed Adrian’s hand harder against his skin. “You are. And that makes you dangerous to both of us.”He pulled Adrian into a very strong kiss. There was no teasing this time. Luca kissed like a man who needed to claim something before it

The atmosphere in the villa remained heavy long after Vittorio De Santis left the sitting room. Luca kept Adrian locked away in the master bedroom for the rest of the evening. Guards stood outside the door. Tension rolled off Luca in waves as he paced the room like a caged predator.Adrian sat on the edge of the bed watching him. “He scares you.”Luca stopped pacing. “He does not scare me. He controls too much. And he sees you as a crack in my armor.” He crossed the room and pulled Adrian to his feet. “I will not let him break what is mine.”The kiss that followed was fierce and possessive. Luca claimed his mouth like he was trying to erase his father’s presence from the villa. His hands moved urgently, unbuttoning Adrian’s shirt and shoving it off his shoulders. He walked Adrian backward until his legs hit the bed, then pushed him down.“On your back,” Luca ordered. His voice was rough. “Legs open.”Adrian obeyed, heart racing. Luca stripped quickly, revealing his powerful body and t