All Chapters of Trigger Code: Obey The Devil: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Chapter Sixty: His House

(Noah’s POV) When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the emptiness. The space beside me was cold, sheets half-draped like Lucien had left in a hurry. I blinked a few times, my brain still foggy from sleep. For a moment, I thought last night had been a dream… Lucien’s voice, his warmth, the way he said “your life matters now... to me.” But the faint scent of his cologne on the pillow said otherwise. It wasn't a dream. He was really here and he did say that. I yawned, stretching like a lazy cat, feeling muscles pull and then I noticed I didn’t ache as much as I expected. The soreness that had made it hard to even sit last night had softened into something manageable. The ointment really did its magic. After splashing my face and brushing my teeth, I changed into something comfortable; a loose linen shirt and drawstring pants. When I stepped into the living room, the soft light pouring in from the floor-to-ceiling windows made everything look golden. Lucien stood near th

Chapter Sixty One: Suspicious

(Noah's POV) The air in the sauna was heavy, hot; like really hot; and thick enough to make me forget how to breathe properly. I have never been in a freaking sauna before. Daniel leaned back against the wooden wall like he wasn't feeling the heat at all, towel hanging low on his hips. His skin glistened, gold and dangerous under the orange lights. He looked like the kind of man who could talk his way into heaven and charm his way out of hell. I sat across from him, trying very hard not to fidget or stare at the water bead rolling slowly down his collarbone. He smiled when he caught me looking. “You’re tense, boy toy. Loosen up. It’s just heat, not an interrogation.” I forced a laugh. “Yeah, I can tell. You’re practically melting.” “Melting’s good for the soul,” he said, eyes closing briefly. “You should try it. Might even wash off that innocent act you’ve got going.” I blinked. “Innocent act?” He cracked an eye open, smirking. “Oh, come on. Lucien doesn't bring just anyone hom

Chapter Sixty Two: His Growing Addiction

( Noah’s POV) I wasn't sure what Daniel was driving at but I couldn't have been more thankful when the masseurs stepped into the room, because now he'd let go of whatever he was trying to find out from me. The masseur’s hands were firm, professional… but foreign. Every press of his palm on my back made my skin tighten instead of relax. I wasn’t used to this. I wasn't used to people touching me gently, purposefully, like I was something worth caring for. My shoulders tensed, my chest felt too tight, and I almost flinched. No one had ever touched me like that. No one except Lucien. The thought slipped in before I could stop it. I shut my eyes, exhaling slowly, and imagined it was him… his hand tracing my back, his breath hovering just behind my ear, the low hum of his voice when he’d say my name like it belonged to him. The discomfort started fading. I pictured Lucien instead of the stranger, and suddenly, the heat in the room didn’t come just from the room's temperature. I was gon

Chapter Sixty Three: The Auction

(Noah’s POV) A light tap on my bum made me jolt awake. I blinked into the dim evening light, disoriented for a second. The room wasn’t mine, the ceiling wasn’t familiar, the bed definitely wasn’t mine; which meant I’d been asleep for… I had no idea how long. Lucien stood beside the bed, dressed in fresh black-on-black like he’d stepped out of a billionaire mafia catalog. “Get up. We’re going to an auction.” I rubbed my eyes. “Auction?” He didn’t explain, he just turned and walked out with that quiet authority that meant follow. And I did. ________ A quick jump later— after freshening up, after finally locating my shoes in this maze of a house, after staring into the mirror wondering why the satin shirt, Lucien insisted I wear, made me look softer than usual— we were stepping through the mansion’s front doors, heading to the car where Daniel was already waiting with a bored expression and an expensive drink in hand. He perked right up the moment we reached the auction venue. If

Chapter Sixty Four: Attack

The first gunshot cracked through the night. Metal screamed, glass burst, and the car jerked violently left as the driver shouted something sharp and quick into the comms. Noah’s whole body stiffened, eyes wide, hands flying instinctively to his ears as another deafening blast ricocheted across the street. Lucien reacted before thought existed. He grabbed Noah, dragged him across the seat, and shielded him with his own body. He soon ripped off his suit jacket and he forced it over Noah’s head, cupping the back of Noah’s skull firmly. “Don’t look,” he ordered, voice deep and low and terrifyingly calm. Noah trembled beneath the suffocating fabric, breath coming too fast with his chest rising and falling unevenly. Gunshots. Noah hated guns. Lucien knew that. He’d sworn to himself to keep guns away from the boy. But tonight… tonight he had no choice. The car swerved again, tires screeching as the driver maneuvered through the ambush with the calm of someone who had definitely lived

Chapter Sixty Five: This Madness

The moment Lucien stepped out and the bedroom door clicked shut, silence swallowed the room whole. Noah lay where Lucien placed him, Lucien’s jacket still over his head, the soft fabric smelling faintly of cologne and gunpowder. It should have been at least a little comforting. It should have made him feel hidden, protected, small in a way that felt safe. Instead, the room suddenly felt wrong. The corners darkened and shadows stretched. A pressure settled over the walls, like the air was thickening, like something unseen had crawled in through the cracks and was now watching him. Noah’s chest tightened. There's someone inside the room. He didn’t know how he knew it, but he knew. He curled tighter beneath the jacket, clutching the fabric as though it could shield him, but the sensation only worsened. The moment he covered his head, he felt— clear as breath against his neck— that something was hovering above him. Leaning down. Watching him from inches away. His breath stuttered. “No

Chapter Sixty Six: A Glitch In His Perfect World

(Lucien’s POV) The scream hadn’t finished echoing when Noah hit the ground. For one horrifying second, I couldn’t breathe. The bat slipped from my hand, clattering uselessly on the blood-splattered floor. All I saw was Noah; small, trembling, terrified… and collapsing like his body had simply shut down. Everything else vanished. The men, my anger… all irrelevant. Only he mattered. I crossed the cell in two strides and scooped him into my arms. He was weightless; too light, too soft, too breakable. His head rested against my chest as if he belonged there, but his skin was cold with shock. My voice came out low. “Noah. Hey. Noah…” No response. I didn’t stay another second. I carried him out, my men stepping aside instantly. One of them shut the cell door behind us; the clang rang out like a punishment I deserved. We reached the living room upstairs. Slippers were waiting. My men were already kneeling to unbuckle the skating shoes from my feet; those blood-splattered monstrosi

Chapter Sixty Seven: "I Want You To Want Me"

(Noah's POV) I wake with a sudden, sharp inhale; like my lungs forgot how to work and only remembered at the last second. My eyes blink open into darkness, soft and heavy, and for a moment I don’t understand where I am. My hands curl in the sheets, expensive and smooth, and then I turn my head. The bed is… empty. Lucien isn’t beside me. The space he should be occupying feels cold, untouched. A small ache shoots through me, something embarrassing and irrational, and my brain scrambles to catch up with reality. My gaze drags to the clock on the nightstand. 3:04 AM. Then everything hits at once. The shooting; the gunshot that tore through my skull and ripped open something old, something rotten inside me. Lucien leaving me alone in the room. The scream I didn’t even know was mine. The blur, the panic, the way the walls twisted until all I could think of was escape… escape from what? I didn’t even know. And then… Lucien hitting those men. Not hitting— killing. Like snapping bones

Chapter Sixty Eight: Rather Twisted

(Lucien's POV) “Then don’t be gentle,” Noah whispered. “I want you to hold me tight. I want you to be you. I can take it.” He swallowed and leaned in closer, breath brushing my lips. I could see he wanted to be brave enough at this moment; to dare kiss me. “I want you,” he whispered instead of kissing my lips. “And I want you to want me.” And those words made my blood rush to the right place… better than a kiss would ever. The cool night air tickled my skin as I reclined in my plush, leather chair. Between my legs, Noah knelt, hands deftly teasing the growing bulge in my pants. His submissive's gaze was riveted on me, seeking permission and encouragement with every touch. And I couldn't help but smirk, reveling in the power I hold over this little plaything. I grab his neck, capturing his pretty lips in a demanding kiss… “so needy.” I say, as I land a spank on his ass. He let out a sinful whimper, but kept looking at me like I'm his god. Idiot. Such a pretty idiot. He suddenly

Chapter Sixty Nine: To Please Him

(Noah's POV) My pathetic slow suck must have pissed him off because Lucien held my head still and shoved his whole cock down my throat… like all the way down. To be honest, I was the one coaxing him to fuck me recklessly, he looked so out of his mind I just wanted him to fuck his way to relief but now it's like whatever he's high on has completely take over his mind. I'm not sure where my boldness suddenly went because now, with his whole length stuffed down my throat, my jaw is hurting, I'm choking and struggling to take his vast size. I can feel tears rolling down my cheeks and I should probably tap out but I want him to know I can handle him and he wouldn't be needing anyone else. After a while, he slowly pulled out, grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed right back in! I swear I felt my eyes let loose of more tear drops. He continued slamming and thrusting deep down my throat at an animalistic pace. My hands fly to his waist trying to get him to pity my throat even just a lit

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