All Chapters of Trigger Code: Obey The Devil: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter Twenty One: Dom's Safe Arms

(Noah's POV) I don’t remember walking out of that bathroom, I don’t even remember how we left the party or what expressions were on people’s faces. All I know is Lucien had me in his arms. One under my knees, the other around my back. Holding me like I weighed nothing. His jaw was tight, his body rigid, and I could feel the heat radiating off him like fire trapped under marble skin. But the arms around me were careful, deliberate, and possessive. I curled closer to his chest without thinking. Without shame. The cool night air brushed against my face, softening the tremble in my limbs. Lucien didn’t say a word. Just walked, calm and unbothered, until we reached the sleek black car waiting outside. The driver stood already at attention, opened the door without being told. Lucien didn’t let me go, not even then. He slid into the backseat with me still held to his chest like some delicate heirloom. My fingers clutched his jacket. I don’t even remember when I started shaking again. Or

Chapter Twenty Two: In The Arms Of A Monster Who Cares

(POV: Third Person's Limited — Lucien) Lucien hadn’t moved for a while. He just sat on the edge of the bed, one hand gently brushing his fingers through Noah’s hair while the boy lay there, curled beneath the blanket. Even in his current state, Noah possessed a beauty too gentle for this brutal world. Noah shifted slightly, eyes soft but determined. “Lucien? Can I… stay in your room all night? And can you please stay with me all night too?” There was no hesitation. Lucien stood up, pulled back the comforter, and slid beneath it without a word. He reached out and Noah immediately found his place against his chest, one arm slung across Lucien’s waist, his cheek resting over the man’s heartbeat. The room fell silent, save for the quiet ticking of the clock on the wall and the sound of Noah’s breathing slowly evening out. Lucien didn’t move, not even when Noah’s breathing deepened as he sank into the quiet surrender of sleep. He waited, waited until Noah was completely gone to the wo

Chapter Twenty Three: Mr. Karma

The bed was cold when Noah stirred awake. He blinked his eyes open, face buried in the pillow, eyes still swollen from crying so much the night before. His body ached in dull places, soreness blooming under the skin. But it wasn’t the ache that made his chest tighten. It was the absence. Lucien was gone. Noah sat up slowly, the oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder. He glanced around, hoping maybe Lucien had just gone to the bathroom. But the room was empty, neat, the curtains swaying gently with the morning breeze. Disappointment tugged at something deep in him, unexpected and unfamiliar. He wrapped his arms around himself and quietly slipped out of the room, walking barefoot across the cool marble floor. His steps were hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if leaving the room was the right thing to do; until he reached the living room. There he was. Lucien. Standing shirtless in tailored black pants, one hand resting lazily on the back of the couch, the other holding the TV remote.

Chapter Twenty Four: Say It Again

“I want to be your pretty boy. Will you take me?” The silence that followed stretched like taut wire. Noah's voice had barely faded from the air, but Lucien still didn't speak. He didn’t move. He just looked at him, like down at him… as if time had paused to make room for this moment. The rawness of it. The audacity. The need. Lucien’s gaze dragged over Noah’s face, his expression remaining unreadable. Noah stayed on his knees, back straight, eyes wide but not afraid. There's just this strange boldness in him that even him questions where the fuck it came from. Lucien crouched, slow and quiet, until his face was almost against Noah's. Then, without touching, without even a breath of warmth between them, he murmured: “You don’t even know what you’re asking for.” Noah wasn't planning to back down, not when he was already willingly on his knees. “I do.” Lucien’s hand moved, just one finger under the boy's chin, tilting it higher. He looked into him. Through him. Then with an almost

Chapter Twenty Five: The First Ruin

(Noah’s POV) Lucien’s hand curled around the back of my neck and yanked me into a kiss. 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, breath ghosting over my lips, I barely remembered how to breathe. “You’ll make a very good boy,” he said, low. “Eventually.” God, I nearly whimpered. His words set something off in my chest. Something hot and trembling, something that reached between my legs and curled low in my stomach. I could still feel the imprint of his lips on mine, sting and softness all tangled together. I wanted more. More teeth. More hands. More of him. But he straightened up and walked away. Just like that. Leaving me on the floor, brain scrambled, cock aching and soaked with need. I didn’t even realize my knees were still planted to the floor until I shifted and pain shot up my thighs. My muscles were screaming. My skin was damp. My mouth… God, my mouth felt

Chapter Twenty Six: Aftercare

(Noah's POV) God help me— I wanted so much more. But I couldn’t even move, not with my limbs trembling with aftershocks. Not when Lucien was still behind me, chest to my back, breathing slow and deep like he had cum too, even though I knew he hadn’t. Or did he? Lucien doesn't seem like the kind to cum from just touching a dick and listening to a boy moan. His hand stroked lower, slower now. Just a gentle glide over the mess he’d made of me. “I should leave you like this,” he murmured, voice thick against my ear. “Sticky, shaking, covered in the evidence of your lost boundaries.” I shivered, and he chuckled darkly. “But I won’t. Not this time.” He shifted, and I whimpered as he pulled his arm from under my body, the absence of his warmth making me feel small. But I didn’t have time to miss it, because a moment later, his arms came around me again. One under my knees, the other around my back. He lifted me with so much ease. I gasped softly, hands clutching his shirt without thinkin

Chapter Twenty Seven: UNKNOWN VARIABLES

(Lucien’s POV) Whitemoor looked like it had been forgotten by time. Set back from the road behind a skeletal line of winter-barren trees, the orphanage loomed gray and tired, like even the bricks were worn down from surviving too much. A rusted swing creaked in the breeze. Paint peeled in long strips from wooden siding that hadn’t seen maintenance in a decade, maybe longer. I parked by the cracked curb, and killed the engine. The silence here wasn’t peaceful. It was heavy somehow. I got out of my car, and closed the door quietly behind me. Steps creaked as I mounted the porch. The front door was slightly ajar, screen door latched with a hook. Through the gap, I could see the edge of a hallway lined with faded Bible verses in dusty gold frames. The air smelled like old wood, lemon scented cleaner, and something sterile underneath. Then, “Can I help you?” The voice was soft. Feminine. Just behind the screen. I turned. She looked exactly as I expected. Late fifties, maybe early

Chapter Twenty Eight: Pretty Boy, Hacker Spy

(Noah’s POV) I woke up sore. Like deliciously, wickedly sore. Like my body had been used and wrung out and left in pieces across Lucien’s ridiculously expensive mattress. It took me a second to even register where I was. His room. His sheets. His scent is everywhere. Dark and expensive and dangerous. God, I could drown in it. The light slanting through the curtains had changed. Afternoon. Maybe later. The ache between my thighs wasn’t half as urgent as before, but the need hadn’t gone. It had just… simmered. I blinked up at the ceiling, my brain still foggy. Lucien wasn’t in bed. I rolled onto my side, and immediately regretted it. “Ow, ow, ow, f— okay,” I hissed and sat up slowly, carefully, like I’d been hit by a very hot, very dominant truck. Still no Lucien. And then I remembered. “Take a nap. When you wake up, come find me. I’ve got a job for you.” Right. My spine popped as I stretched, dragging the blanket with me like a safety net. The room was cold again. He really

Chapter Twenty Nine: Disaster Chef, Digital Dirt

(Noah's POV)I wasn’t excited.Not at all.I was just… skipping. Lightly. Around Lucien’s house. For exercise. Totally normal.Also, I was maybe humming.Okay fine, I was skipping and humming, and there was a ridiculous smile on my face like someone had installed joy in me overnight.But I wasn't excited.Definitely not because I’d finally finished sorting through that rich bastard’s entire online life and was dying to show it off. Definitely not because Lucien said I had a job and my brain wouldn’t shut up about it.Nope. Just a regular boy, brain-dead with hunger.I wandered into the kitchen, opening cabinets and drawers like I was in a reality show called “Pantry Roulette.” Not a single snack in sight. No cookies. No chips. Not even a can of soda glaring at me with cold, bubbly affection.“Wow,” I muttered, inspecting the fridge. “Sucks to be Lucien. How does someone live like this? No snacks. No junks. Not even carbonated drinks. What is this? Monk school?”I slammed the fridge sh

Chapter Thirty: Mr. chef

(Noah’s POV)Lucien’s kitchen was everything you'd expect from a man like him— sleek, dark, expensive, and way too clean. Like, surgically clean. The marble counters practically gleamed, and the knives were arranged with serial killer precision. Honestly? It was intimidating.But there I was, sitting cross-legged on the counter like a stray cat that wandered in and refused to leave.Lucien was in front of the stove, sleeves rolled, shoulders moving with casual grace as he stirred something in a pan. I watched him like a hawk, eyes following the flex of his arms, the veins on his hands, the way he moved like the space belonged to him, and somehow, like he belonged in mine.“I thought you said you could cook,” I teased, chin resting in my palm. “Why does the kitchen still look like a crime scene waiting to happen?”He didn’t even turn around. “Because someone is in here after being banned. That someone’s cursed energy probably activated the kitchen warding.”I scoffed. “I said I’d sit q

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