All Chapters of Bound to the Devil: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The next morning, Luca woke Adrian by sliding back inside him.Adrian moaned sleepily as Luca pushed in deep, already hard and slick with fresh oil. Luca fucked him slowly from behind, one arm wrapped around Adrian’s chest, lips pressed against his neck.“I woke up needing you,” Luca whispered, thrusting deep and grinding. “I always wake up needing you now.”He took his time, long rolling strokes that made Adrian whimper. Luca reached down and stroked Adrian’s cock lazily while continuing to fuck him. They came together quietly — Adrian spilling over Luca’s fist, Luca flooding deep inside him with a low groan.Afterward, Luca refused to pull out for a long time. He stayed buried, holding Adrian close, kissing his shoulder.Matteo arrived with breakfast and bad news.“Damien Ricci knows about the apartment near the Vatican,” Matteo said gravely. “He is offering fifty million euros now. Your father has approved a kill order on both of you. They are sending a team from Sicily. They will

The island villa had become a world unto itself. For five days they existed in a haze of sex, whispered confessions, and the constant awareness that their sanctuary would not last forever.Luca woke Adrian before sunrise with his body already pressed close. His thick cock nudged against Adrian’s slick, cum-leaking hole from the night before.“I need you again,” Luca murmured, voice still rough with sleep. He pushed inside slowly, savoring the tight heat. “Every morning I wake up hard for you. Every night I fall asleep still inside you.”Adrian moaned softly as Luca began to move, deep and unhurried. The sound of waves crashing against the cliffs below mixed with the wet rhythm of their bodies. Luca fucked him with long, grinding strokes, one arm wrapped around Adrian’s chest, holding him close.“You feel so full of me,” Luca whispered against his neck. “My cum is still inside you from last night. I love keeping you like this. Marked. Owned. Leaking.”He reached down and stroked Adrian

The mountain cabin was cold at night, but Luca’s body kept Adrian warm. He woke to the feeling of Luca’s thick cock sliding between his ass cheeks, already slick with oil.“I cannot sleep,” Luca whispered against his neck. “I keep thinking about how easily they could find us. How they could take you from me.”He pushed inside Adrian in one long thrust, burying himself completely. Adrian moaned into the pillow as Luca started moving, slow and deep at first, then gradually harder. The bed creaked beneath them as Luca fucked him with powerful strokes, one hand gripping Adrian’s hip, the other wrapped around his throat.“Mine,” Luca growled with every thrust. “No one will ever take this from me.”Adrian pushed back to meet him, moaning shamelessly. Luca reached around and stroked his cock in tight, fast pulls. The pleasure built quickly. Adrian came first, spilling over Luca’s fist with a broken cry. Luca followed right after, burying himself deep and flooding Adrian with thick, hot cum.

The Naples apartment was silent except for the wet, rhythmic sound of skin against skin and Adrian’s broken moans.Luca had Adrian on his back in the center of the bed, knees pushed almost to his shoulders, folded in half. He thrust into him with deep, powerful strokes, eyes locked on Adrian’s face the entire time.“Fuck… Luca…” Adrian gasped, fingers digging into Luca’s biceps.Luca leaned down, folding Adrian further as he drove even deeper. “I want you to feel every inch,” he growled. “I want you to remember exactly who owns this hole when we walk into that meeting.”He fucked Adrian harder, the bed slamming against the wall. Sweat glistened on Luca’s muscular back as he pounded into him relentlessly. The obscene sound of his heavy balls slapping against Adrian’s ass filled the room.Adrian came first with a loud cry, untouched, his release painting his own chest and stomach. His hole clenched tightly around Luca’s cock, milking him. Luca snarled and buried himself to the hilt, flo

The abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Naples smelled of rust, saltwater, and blood. Neutral ground, they called it. But there was nothing neutral about the way Vittorio De Santis stared at them from across the long metal table.Luca stood tall, one hand resting possessively on Adrian’s lower back. Adrian stayed slightly behind him, heart hammering, but his chin was high. He could still feel Luca’s cum slowly leaking from his body — a secret reminder of their morning fuck before they left.Vittorio’s cold eyes flicked between them. Damien Ricci stood beside him, smirking like a shark.“So this is the boy who turned my son into a traitor,” Vittorio said, voice dripping with disgust. “A worthless little artist spreading his legs for power.”Luca’s hand tightened on Adrian’s back. “Speak about him like that again and this meeting ends in your blood.”Damien chuckled. “Bold words for a man who has already lost everything.”The tension was suffocating. Armed men lined both sides of th