LOGIN(Noah's POV) I stayed in his arms, still sitting on his thick, softening cock. The silence of the room was heavy, filled only with the sound of our synchronized breathing. I felt a profound sense of peace, a rare stillness that only happened when I was completely entwined with him. Lucien eventually pulled back, his arms lingering on my waist as he looked into my eyes. His eyes were still a bit glazed, the intensity of his climax leaving him momentarily vulnerable. “Satisfied?” he rasped. I leaned my forehead against his, nodding slowly. “Hmm.” A small, knowing smirk played on his lips. “Where did you learn to ride so good?” I felt a flush creep up my neck, a playful shiver running through me. “I just had to fantasize about it,” I whispered. His eyebrows shot up, a flash of genuine curiosity crossing his face. “Really? You fantasize about us?” I pulled back just enough to look him in the eye, teasing. “Yeah. You don’t?” Lucien let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated t
(Noah's POV)I looked down at Lucien, my breath still hitching from the effort of making him cum. He sat there on the edge of the bed, looking every bit the powerful Mafia Don in his all black clothing, yet completely undone by the sight of his cock— thick, glistening, and still pulsing— protruding from his open zipper.He looked up at me, his eyes hazy, a mixture of post-orgasmic bliss and lingering hunger. “Baby,” he rasped, his voice a low vibration that made my toes curl. “What are you really up to?”I wanted to tell him the truth, that I have doubts in my mind. That I'm worried he's not as into me, as I am into him.Lucien always had a way to make me submit to his will during sex, it's like an unspoken rule; bend to Dom's will. Even when the sex is not very wild, I unconsciously submit and become a pillow princess. And I love that, I love being his pillow princess, but now knowing Lucien was always high, I doubted if he actually enjoys sex with me. He has said he does, but I can'
“I did it,” Lucien looked deep into Noah's eyes, his expression softening with pride. “Yes, sweetheart. You did.” The rush of adrenaline from overcoming his fear merged with the warmth of Lucien’s approval, and Noah felt a sudden, violent surge of blood rush to his cock. He threw his arms around Lucien, hugging him tight, pressing his hardening length against Lucien's thigh. When he finally pulled away, his cheeks were flushed. “I'm so happy, I got an erection from happiness,” he admitted breathlessly. Lucien chuckled, the sound low and vibrating in his chest. He didn't waste a second, pulling Noah back into a sweet, hungry kiss. His large hands slid down to grip Noah's waist, fingers digging in before sliding lower to grope Noah's ass, squeezing the soft cheeks firmly as he kissed him deeply, their tongues dancing in a desperate rhythm. When they finally broke for air, Noah leaned back, a playful, needy glint in his eyes. He remembered the rewards Lucien gave him for being a go
“No.”Lucien looked down at him.Noah lifted his head. He was still pale, and his eyes were damp with the effort of holding himself together, but there was something different in his expression now.“I want to hold it.”Lucien studied him. “Are you sure?”Noah nodded.He didn't look particularly sure. In fact, he looked terrified. But he didn't take the words back.Lucien released him and searched his face for another moment. Then he reached for the gun, keeping it pointed away from them as he checked and unloaded it before handing it over for practice.Noah stared at the weapon.His hand hovered uncertainly before he finally took it.The moment his fingers closed around the grip, his shoulders stiffened.Lucien moved beside him.“Relax your hand a little. You don't have to strangle it.”Noah shot him an offended look. “I'm not strangling it.”“Of course not.”“You're making fun of me.”“Would I ever?”“Yes.”Lucien smiled.There was his Noah. Frightened out of his mind and still prep
Lucien caught Noah before he hit the floor.For one brief second, he stared at the boy in his arms, surprised by how suddenly his legs had given out. Then he lowered the gun onto the counter and carried Noah away from the shooting station.“Noah.”There was no response.Lucien sat him down, supporting his head as he eased him onto the padded bench. He brushed the hair away from Noah's forehead and tapped his cheek lightly.“Sweetheart, wake up.”Nothing.His jaw tightened.He had expected fear. He had expected Noah to cling to him, curse at him, perhaps even cry. He hadn't expected him to faint.Lucien leaned closer, checking that Noah was breathing. He was. His breathing was steady, and there was no sign he was dying.That eased some of the tension in Lucien's chest, though it did little for his thin patience.He remained beside Noah, one hand resting against his cheek while he waited for him to regain consciousness.“Come on, pretty boy,” he muttered. “You can't possibly intend to s
(Noah's)I knew I was going to regret this the moment Lucien led me into the shooting range.The place smelled like metal and gunpowder, and there were enough guns around to make my heart consider resigning from its job. Permanently.I wanted to turn around.Actually, I wanted to run. Preferably somewhere without guns, bullets, or the possibility of either being involved in my untimely death.Unfortunately, the man walking beside me was Lucien Vale, and I had already agreed to be his boyfriend. And he comes with a gun, it's like a package deal.And I do love and trust, but those two facts were not enough to convince my body that walking into a room full of guns was a perfectly reasonable thing to do.Lucien stopped at one of the shooting stations. I stayed a few steps behind him, watching as he picked up a gun and began loading it.My stomach tightened.I knew he could probably do this with his eyes closed, one hand tied behind his back, and Daniel talking nonsense in his ear. The gun
(Lucien's POV) Asking Noah to sit on that desk while I work might have been the biggest mistake I've ever made if I didn't do some unwise things in the past. Because I'm not working, I can't focus on work with such sinful view right in front of me. The kid knew exactly what he was doing. Perched
(Noah’s POV)Lucien’s hand curled around the back of my neck and yanked me into a kiss.It wasn’t soft.It wasn’t slow.It didn’t ask. It took.His mouth devoured mine like he’d been waiting for years. Like he wanted to brand his taste on my tongue and choke me with the memory.When he pulled away,
(Noah's POV)I stood there, blinking. Maybe too many times.Did he just say—?Lucien tilted his head slightly. “Strip, Noah.”My brain glitched.I didn’t move at first. I just stared at him, caught between confusion and alarm. That one word had yanked the ground from under me.Strip?He didn’t soun
(POV: Third Person's Limited (Lucien)The house was quiet when they got back.Too quiet.Noah didn’t say a word throughout the drive back to the penthouse.Didn’t touch his collar. Didn’t crack a joke.Just walked behind Lucien like a ghost made of silence and fear.Lucien led him upstairs.Opened







