All Chapters of Trigger Code: Obey The Devil: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Noah paced the locked room, the dim glow from a single bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Lucien had left less than an hour ago for some business-related Christmas carol event, promising to return soon, but to Noah, it felt like an eternity. He glanced at Lucien's phone and sighed. It's just a sleek device that might have offered distractions like videos or games. But Noah had no interest in that. Lucien's phone held nothing personal, no secrets to uncover, just a couple of contacts and that one picture of Noah on his knees with Lucien's cock stretching his lips. What good was it for keeping him busy when all he craved was Lucien's touch? It had been weeks— five, to be exact— since Lucien had last buried himself inside him. Normally, Lucien couldn't keep his hands off, fucking Noah morning and night, turning him into a quivering mess on the sheets or against the wall. Noah's body ached for it, his hole twitching at the mere thought. Lucien had been his first, claiming

“All that crying, but your greedy hole wants more. This is what you begged for, no?” Lucien taunted, voice rough with satisfaction. Before Noah could catch his breath, he slammed back in, the renewed fullness punching a scream from Noah's lungs. Lucien fucked him senseless now, thrusts erratic and brutal, reducing Noah to nothing but gasps and whimpers, no coherent words left; just raw, animalistic need. When Noah's body finally went slack, utterly spent, Lucien scooped him up like he weighed nothing, cock slipping free with a wet pop. Cum trailed down Noah's thighs, but Lucien dropped him unceremoniously to the floor. “Crawl to the balcony, boy. Santa's not done with you yet.” Noah's limbs shook violently, vision blurred from tears and overstimulation, the world tilting as he pushed onto hands and knees. The onesie dragged against the floor, cum-soaked patches sticking to his skin, but he obeyed, inching forward on trembling arms. Each movement made his hole clench around emptines

Noah walked barefoot to the bathroom. A quick shower washed away the remnants of sleep and last night's lingering ache, steam filling the air as he toweled off and returned to the bedroom. Then he walked to the closet and slipped into one of Lucien's shirts, the fabric draping loosely over his frame, brushing against his thighs. He tugged on a pair of his own boxers, the material snug around his hips. It was already noon, the winter sun high outside the frosted windows, casting a pale glow over the huge bedroom space. Lucien remained asleep, his broad chest rising and falling in deep, even breaths, the sheets tangled low around his waist, leaving his upper body bare and inviting. Noah's heart squeezed at the sight because he's convinced Lucien is sick and needs real care. He headed downstairs for food. He couldn't find Daniel and didn't know who to ask for food but thankfully the kitchen staff have seen him around enough to know who he is. They assembled a tray laden with a variet

“You are testing your luck,” Lucien said softly. “Do not push me.” Then he grabbed Noah's wrist again, hoping Noah would just quit yelling. Noah's chest heaved with fury, his face flushed red under the pulsing lights of the club. The thumping bass from the dance floor below vibrated through the VIP balcony, mixing with the shouts and laughter from the crowd. He yanked his hand free from Lucien's grip again, stepping back toward the edge of the balcony rail. “You're a cheating asshole. I should have took it more serious when you said you fuck around. But you just keep acting like I matter so much to you, you confuse my thoughts and I just keep letting you use me while you keep being utterly terrible. I know every time you leave for “work” you find a new slut to fuck. What are you? A dog?” Lucien stood tall, his dark eyes locked on Noah, calm but stormy. He didn't yell back; his voice cut through low and heavy, like a warning rumble. “Watch your tone, hellion. You don't scream at me

(Noah's POV) My day was going, I dunno, quite alright… Lucien was out, probably doing his bossy stuff, and Daniel kept me busy while Lucien was away. Lucien came back around an hour ago, he didn't let me whine about how he's been gone the whole day. He just very nonchalantly dragged me into a room. I'm not sure what I'm getting ready for, but now I'm sitting on a chair while someone stands behind me, fingers gentle but firm, working through my hair. I could hear the soft sounds of brushes and clips, the quiet concentration of someone who knew exactly what they were doing. In front of me, Lucien sat with his legs crossed, already dressed, already done, already perfect. He was in all black. A clean three piece suit with sharp lines. His hair slicked back like it always was when he wanted to look untouchable. He did not say anything. He just watched me get dolled up. In my head, I kept replaying what he had told me earlier. “I need to get you ready.” For what?!! That was all. No ex