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Chapter Seventy One: Mr. Vale
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Trigger Code: Obey The Devil Chapter Eighty Eight: His Possessiveness
Noah's breath rattled in his chest, shaky sobs muffled against Lucien's shirt. “I’m sorry,” he whispered again, voice cracking like fragile glass.Lucien exhaled heavily, the sharp edges of his temper softening just enough. He leaned down, pressing another gentle kiss to Noah's trembling lips. “Don't cry,” he murmured, the words rough but laced with regret.Noah's fingers twisted into the fabric of Lucien's shirt, clinging as if it were a lifeline.Lucien wrapped his arms around Noah more carefully this time, one hand stroking slow paths down the boy’s back. “Please stop crying. I'm sorry. I promise, I'm not mad at you, I shouldn't have taken it out on you.” But even as the apology left his lips, the fire in his veins simmered, possessiveness surging like a tide. He's angry, and dangerous thoughts are raising through his head. He'd scolded Noah in a harshly but deep down, even though he wouldn't admit it, he's just scared of his uncle being anywhere near Noah, and it's also his own in
Trigger Code: Obey The Devil Chapter Eighty Seven: Don't Talk To Him
Noah woke up to a gentle tapping on his back.He shifted, still half-dreaming. He stretched lazily, arms reaching above his head as he turned toward the sound of Lucien’s voice.Lucien sat at the edge of the bed, already dressed, one hand resting on Noah’s back.“Good morning, hellion.”Noah blinked his eyes open, squinting up at him. His hair was a mess, sticking out in every direction.“Good… morning,” he mumbled, then frowned. “What’s a hellion?”Lucien’s mouth twitched. “One of my favorite rifles.”Noah stared at him for a second, then nodded like that explained everything.“Oh.”Lucien huffed a quiet laugh and ran his fingers through Noah’s hair, slowly.“I’m stepping out. Breakfast is ready. Make sure you eat. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”Noah’s face fell instantly. He pushed himself up on his elbows.“Can I come with you?”“No.”Noah sat up, blinking up at him with wide eyes. He didn’t say anything else, he just sat there pouting knowing that'd activate Lucien's soft spot fo
Trigger Code: Obey The Devil Chapter Eighty Six: Can't Remember
Noah sat on Lucien’s lap, his head rested against Lucien’s chest, cheek pressed to the steady warmth beneath expensive fabric. He was too fucked out, and tired, to distract Lucien. So he just sat quietly, listening to the rhythm of Lucien’s breathing, the soft rustle of paper, the faint hum of the city beyond the glass.Lucien was focused on getting his work done so he can give his attention to his clingy baby.The desk was layered with documents arranged in neat, unforgiving lines. Shipping manifests. Expense summaries. Transaction histories. His eyes moved quickly, methodically, absorbing information with detached precision. One arm remained around Noah, hand occasionally tracing slow, absent strokes along his back; grounding, possessive, and calm.Then Lucien stopped.One file didn’t fit.He flipped the page back. Then forward. The numbers shifted in ways they shouldn’t: small changes, subtle enough to slip past a careless eye, but not his. Shipping costs that rose, dipped, rose ag
Trigger Code: Obey The Devil Chapter Eighty Five: Bounce On Daddy's Cock
“Bounce.”Lucien muttered, his voice rough and low, commanding. "Bounce On Daddy's Cock, my horny hellion."Noah attempted it, lifting his hips experimentally, but his body faltered, trembling as he sank back down too quickly. “Uhh, I can't,” he admitted, frustration mixing with desire in his whine.“Why? You don't wanna be a little slut anymore?” Lucien taunted, his grip tightening on Noah's chin.“I wanna— but it's too big,” Noah whined, his voice breaking as he squirmed, feeling every inch stretching him wide.“Too big, huh? You've been taking it so well,” Lucien replied, a smirk curling his lips despite the heat building in his core.“Because Daddy gives it well. It feels too big like this,” Noah whimpered, his hands clutching Lucien’s shirt.Lucien shifted his hands to Noah's ass, guiding the firm cheeks with firm pressure. “Let Daddy help you, okay? Slow at first... there.”Noah let out a guttural gasp as Lucien took control, lifting Noah's hips and pulling him back down in a me
Trigger Code: Obey The Devil Chapter Eighty Four: Sit On It
Daniel’s car purred to a stop beneath the towering glass of the penthouse building.He stepped out, keys dangling from his fingers, posture loose like he didn’t care who was watching. Even though he always did. The guards straightened immediately, and then bowed without hesitation.“Evening,” Daniel said lightly, flashing a lazy smile as he passed them.He didn’t wait for a reply. He walked right into the building and headed for the private elevator.The elevator ride up was smooth and silent. Daniel leaned against the mirrored wall, hands in his pockets, eyes unfocused… but his mind was already three steps ahead. By the time the doors slid open at the penthouse level, his expression had settled into something easy. Harmless. Almost playful.He keyed in the door code and pushed inside.The moment he stepped into the living room, his breath caught.For a split second, the world narrowed in his eyes as his gaze landed on Noah.Noah lay stretched across the couch, stomach-down, face turn
Trigger Code: Obey The Devil Chapter Eighty Three: Red Light, Black Cash
The room was washed in dull red, bleeding glow that soaked into the walls and made shadows cling longer than they should. A single red bulb hung above the snooker table at the center of the room, its light cutting the space into pockets of darkness. The air smelled of smoke, oil, and old money.Daniel leaned against the edge of the table, one foot hooked over the other. A cigarette burned between his lips, ash hanging long before dropping onto the floor. He was disassembling a gun and wiping the pieces with slow, practiced care. Although you could tell, from the expression on his face, that he wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't bored.Across from him, his uncle sat at a low table, stacks of cash spread out neatly. Mr. Blackwell counted without looking hurried, fingers flicking bills with mechanical precision. There's a glass with amber liquid sitting untouched beside him.For a while, neither of them spoke.The only sounds were the soft click of gun parts and the dry whisper of money
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