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Chapter Fifty: Aftercare
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Trigger Code: Obey The Devil Chapter Fifty: Aftercare
(Noah's POV)I woke up to silence. For a second, I didn’t know where the hell I was. My eyes adjusted, and the first thing I saw was the clock glowing on the nightstand: 3:00 AM.I tried sitting up. Big mistake. Pain shot through me—hips, thighs, lower back, and most especially my ass—like my whole body had been chewed up and spit out. I froze, teeth sinking into my bottom lip, and that’s when it all came rushing back…The cuffs. The blindfold. The way my body had been bent, stretched, forced to yield. The way Lucien’s voice wrapped around me, every command heavy enough to crush and thrill me at the same time. The sound of him moving, the grunt that slipped past his lips when he pushed deeper—God. That first thrust. It hurt like hell, and it felt so good I thought I’d lose my mind… the sharp, tearing pain that had twisted into pleasure so quickly I could barely tell them apart.I dragged my gaze back to the nightstand and that's when I noticed a diffuser. Sleek, glowing, sending littl
Trigger Code: Obey The Devil Chapter Forty Nine: Surrender 2
“Such a pretty mess you are.” Lucien said as his eyes ran over Noah's flushed face to his cum painted stomach. Noah whimpered once more, softer this time… exhausted, but glowing in the aftermath of being pushed past his edge. And Lucien is not halfway done with him. Lucien climbed onto the bed, planting his knees on either side of Noah’s hips, caging him in without pressing his weight down. His shadow fell over the boy, sharp and deliberate, every inch of his posture designed to remind Noah who was in control. His hand stretched to the nightstand and he grabbed the bottle of whiskey and uncapped it. He took a swig directly from the bottle and before Noah could draw in a full breath, Lucien’s palm closed around his throat. Not choking, but firm enough to tilt Noah’s head back and haul him up just slightly, just enough. Lucien leaned down, their mouths meeting in the middle. His lips sealed over Noah’s, and he poured the whiskey into the boys mouth like it was an order. Noah swallowe
Trigger Code: Obey The Devil Chapter Forty Eight: Surrender
Lucien traced the chain with lazy fingers. “You look delicious.” The air in the chamber was thick with anticipation, heavy with the scent of alluring incense and something darker, something that clung to the back of Noah's throat like a warning. The room itself was a study in contrasts: opulent yet oppressive, its walls lined with velvet tapestries. At this point, the only source of light in the room are candles that flickered, their flames casting long shadows that danced like specters across the stone floor. At the center of it all, a massive four-poster bed dominated the space, its iron frame adorned with intricate carvings of thorns and vines. Chains hung from the posts to the cuffs on Noah's wrists ankles, their links glinting dully in the dim light, a silent promise of what was to come. Lucien stood at the foot of the bed, his presence commanding, his tall frame casting a long shadow that seemed to devour the light. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of hunger and calculation a
Trigger Code: Obey The Devil Chapter Forty Seven: Colour Code
“Yeah,” Noah managed. “I—understand.” It was the answer Lucien wanted, an answer shaped by compliance, not by surrender. Lucien’s fingers slid from Noah’s throat and trailed down his collarbone in a movement that could have been tender if you ignored the context. He didn’t release him fully; instead his palm flattened against Noah’s sternum, steadying him. “You will behave,” Lucien said. “Not because I'm trying to control you or break you, but because I teach you how to hold yourself in a place where you don’t get broken. That distinction matters.” Noah’s breath was jagged. The wall pressed warm against his spine. His hands were needle-light at his sides. In the charged silence that followed—the sort of silence that is always louder than words—Lucien’s grip eased, becoming less about suppression and more about the finality of instruction. Noah swallowed. The smell of Lucien's metallic and citrus cologne filled him. He felt small and incandescent and very foolish for having push
Trigger Code: Obey The Devil Chapter Forty Six: Pushing Limits
Daniel parked the car in front of Lucien’s towering building, the engine humming low. As soon as they stepped out, Lucien shut the door with a decisive slam and turned to Daniel. “Get back in the car. You’re not coming up,” Lucien said, voice flat. Daniel raised his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” He smirked at Noah before sliding back behind the wheel. “Good luck, boy toy.” The car rolled off, leaving Lucien and Noah standing before the private entrance. Lucien pressed his palm against the panel, fingers quick on the keypad. The elevator chimed, doors sliding open. They stepped inside, the silence between them thick. By the time the elevator doors opened into Lucien’s penthouse, Noah couldn’t keep it in anymore. “That boy—your ex—he came into the club when you left with your brother, he just came up to me and sat down across from me and started saying a bunch of shit that was supposedly meant to scare me.” Noah blurted, spinning to face him t
Trigger Code: Obey The Devil Chapter Forty Five: Lucien's Ex
(Noah's POV)I sat there staring at the space the guy left behind like his shadow was still leaning over me. My chest felt weird, like a balloon blowing up with the wrong kind of air.His Lucien.Please. The only person allowed to call Lucien “his” is… well… me. Right?The words replayed in my head anyway, bouncing around like those error pings when your Wi-Fi dies: Lucien only gets aroused when he’s angry. He’ll tie you up and wreck you. He’ll never love you. He’ll just use you.I should’ve laughed. Except my face was hot and my throat dry.Because, let’s be real, I know Lucien. I know the man who folds his sleeves with surgical precision, who can slit someone’s reputation open in court and then ruffle my hair like I’m some street cat he picked up. The man who, yeah, talks about ropes and blindfolds and safewords in that calm voice that makes me want to say yes to things I shouldn’t.But I also know this: when I climbed into his lap the first time, he didn’t look angry. He looked lik
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