Semua Bab Trigger Code: Obey The Devil: Bab 21 - Bab 30

(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 like something fragile and too beautiful for this brutal world.Noah shifted slightly, eyes soft but determined. “Lucien?”The man turned his head.“Can you… stay with me tonight?”There was no hesitation.Lucien stood, 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, when the younger man sank into the quiet surrender of sleep. He waited, waited until Noah was completely gone to the world. Then, carefully, he tucked the bla

“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 didn’t move. He didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. 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, unreadable, dark. 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 sinful voice, he

(Noah's POV)God help me— I wanted so much more.But I couldn’t even move.Not when my limbs felt like soaked cloth, 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. Not yet. 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. Ruined.”I shivered, and he chuckled darkly.“But I won’t. Not this time.”He shifted, moving behind me. 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.One around my back.He lifted me.Like I weighed nothing.I gasped softly, hands clutching his shirt without think

(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 liked this

(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