All Chapters of Trigger Code: Obey The Devil: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

(Noah's POV) Lucien kept the questions coming and I kept answering to keep the conversation going, not sure if we're having a first date in his dining room or I'm just being interviewed. All I knew was that he's talking to me and I love listening to his voice. I picked at the edge of my sleeve, thinking. “I dunno. I can’t remember anyone being… evil or anything. Sometimes the food sucked. Once I got locked outside in winter, but I think that was my fault? I climbed a fence and—” “Who locked you out?” “…I don’t know. The gate was just locked when I came back.” That didn’t sound right even as I said it. “Maybe it was always locked and I didn’t notice before?” Lucien didn’t say anything right away. He just sat down and leaned back in his chair, like he was giving me space to talk more. But he wasn’t looking at my face, he was watching my hands for some reason. “How long were you outside?” he asked. “Couple hours, maybe? Or… wait, it might’ve been longer. It was dark when I got bac

Lucien kept Noah bent over his lap like a prized possession, the boy’s flushed skin glowing against the delicate black lace. The thin straps of the lingerie dug lightly into the swell of his hips, framing the curve of his reddened ass like a piece of art meant only for him. And Noah lay draped over the strong thighs, his breath hitching in uneven pulls, the fine straps of the lingerie doing nothing to hide the reddened swell of his ass. Lucien’s palm lingered there, tracing the heat he’d just built with lazy, almost affectionate circles, his fingertips gliding over the delicate lace edges as though to remind himself how little there was between his hand and bare skin. “Look at you,” Lucien murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Noah’s spine. “You make a mess of yourself so easily… just for me.” A shiver rippled through the boy, his legs tightening instinctively. Lucien pressed down lightly with his fingers, feeling the way Noah’s body tensed under the touch. “Still

Lucien didn’t ease up. If anything, the rhythm sharpened—short, deep drives that buried him to the hilt and held him there until Noah’s whole body shook with the effort to stay upright. The wet choke that tore from his throat barely moved Lucien. His grip on Noah’s hair stayed steady, his other hand braced against the back of the boy’s head, holding him flush to his pelvis. Each muffled gasp sounded smaller, more ragged, until his knees began to quiver beneath him. A string of spit stretched from Noah’s lip to the flushed base of Lucien’s cock when he pulled back just enough to let him drag in half a breath—then drove forward again. His head tipped slightly, watching the bulge slide along Noah’s throat before forcing it back down. The fight for air turned visible: muscles in Noah’s neck flexing, shoulders tightening, fingers twitching where they clutched Lucien’s hips. His lashes stuck together with wetness, his cheeks streaked with salt and shine, his mouth gaping around the r

Lucien finally zipped himself up, sharp fingers smoothing his shirt back into place like nothing sinful had just happened in this very office. Only his slightly mussed hair and the faint flush on his throat betrayed him. His gaze flicked down at Noah, who was still sprawled across the floor in lace and ruined stockings, his lips wet and swollen, his chest heaving. “Up,” Lucien said, offering his hand. When Noah took it, Lucien pulled him to his feet with ease. His palm lingered at the boy’s back, steadying him when Noah’s knees buckled. “You’re taking a bath,” Lucien ordered softly, brushing a thumb over Noah’s damp cheek. “A warm bath. Then you’ll change into something comfortable. No arguments.” Noah leaned into his touch instead of pulling away. His voice was still hoarse, broken from being used, but stubbornly sweet. “I don’t wanna go unless you go with me.” Lucien’s lips twitched. “I have work, sweetheart. Tomorrow’s trial won’t win itself.” That earned a crooked laugh out of

Lucien brushed a thumb across Noah’s lower lip, eyes dark. “Baby, I don’t walk clients out clean. I drag them out dripping in someone else’s blood. My client is guilty, I know that, I'm just helping him so I can put the leash of debt around his neck.” Noah turned to him, “Ohhh. That’s… disturbingly hot when you say it like that.” Lucien tilted his head, a wolf’s smile curving his lips. “Disturbing is half my profession.” Noah hummed, then leaned back in his lap, one hand braced on Lucien’s chest, the other still hovering near the spread of case photos. His eyes gleamed with that restless, clever mischief Lucien had learned to recognize— the spark of Noah’s brain refusing to sit still even while his body stayed pliant. “Then,” Noah drawled, “why don’t we do something completely insane?” Lucien arched his brow. “Darling, you’re sitting in my lap in lace while I prep a murder case. We’ve already cleared insane.” Noah grinned, sharp and boyish, then tapped the photo again. “Roleplay