[BL] The Omega Boss Mafia is Secretly a Pervert?!-Chapter 108: [-R18] Chokehold Reunion

"You haven’t changed at all since the last time I saw you." Mikhail’s grin widened slowly, the kind of smile that promised trouble.

"Honestly, I expected them to chain you up and turn you into a pretty little doll. Though, I have to admit, I like the choker. And that shirt looks very easy to tear."

He stepped closer, hand rubbing his chin as he inspected him. "That Kitty has good taste."

His golden eyes dragged over Lucien from head to toe, unhurried, as if counting each hair, every new line on his face, any flaw that wasn’t there in their last meeting.

Lucien felt stripped bare under that gaze. The closer Mikhail came, the more Lucien instinctively stepped backward.

He had no gun. No blade. Nothing.

Meanwhile, Mikhail carried an aura strong enough to force an omega to their knees with a single command. Lucien could feel it pressing against him, heavy and suffocating.

"Did they fuck you good?" Mikhail asked, the words dripping with casual cruelty.

His eyes sharpened with irritation the moment Lucien smiled at him. That only encouraged him to poke deeper.

"They did. So well, in fact, I don’t think I’ll be able to handle any other alpha," he replied with a tilt of his head, his gaze filled with mockery, almost daring him.

The Devil laughed, the sound hoarse and low like a growl scraping from deep in his chest. He moved toward the omega with sudden speed.

Lucien’s eyes widened and he spun to run, but the ground beneath him was already giving way. He stood at the edge of the waterfall with nowhere else to go.

A hand grabbed him hard and yanked him back. Lucien collided with the Devil’s chest.

Mikhail’s breath brushed against his neck as he inhaled deeply, savoring his scent. His fingers tightened around Lucien’s waist, pulling him close until their bodies nearly touched.

The omega’s muscles locked, trembling from the overwhelming proximity and the instinct screaming inside him.

He hated this feeling. Hated how powerless Mikhail made him. Hated how his own instincts betrayed him when faced with a dominant alpha like this.

Diablo grinned against his skin. "Liar. You aren’t marked at all. Perfect, actually. What do you think about becoming mine?"

Lucien froze. He knew that tone. Mikhail Reznik wasn’t joking.

So he stopped thinking.

He shoved him hard and drove his knee right into the Devil’s precious jewels.

Mikhail groaned and dropped his hold. Lucien stumbled back, teeth bared.

"Fuck you, Reznik! I would rather die!"

The Crimson Diablo cupped his wounded pride and barked out a laugh, half pained and half entertained.

"I told you to call me by my name!"

"Die, you bastard!" Lucien snapped.

Lucien cursed under his breath and darted deeper into the woods, determined to put as much distance as possible between himself and that lunatic.

He knew exactly how Mikhail behaved once he fixed his attention on something, and unfortunately that "something" was him.

The man was terrifying when he became determined, reckless in a way that made even Lucien uneasy, and capable of doing anything to obtain what he wanted.

And this time, what he wanted was Lucien.

The thought alone sent a cold shiver down his spine. He could already imagine the worst possibilities.

If Mikhail caught him, he might drag him away, chain him to a bed, or imprison him in some isolated hideout, and no one, not even the Basilisk could find him ever again.

As absurd as it sounded, Lucien knew it was not only possible but likely.

Behind him, through the density of the trees and even through the roaring thunder that rattled the dark sky, he heard the unmistakable sound of someone closing in.

Diablo’s footsteps were rapid and sure, cutting through the storm like a predator chasing prey.

"You can’t run from me, Lucien. You are mine. You are my fated mate."

The voice was far too close. Panic surged through him.

"I don’t want you. I don’t want—"

Before he could finish, a strong hand caught him from behind and pulled him back with frightening ease.

Lucien stumbled as Mikhail’s large frame pressed close behind him, trapping him in a heat that overpowered everything.

Fingers closed around his wrist and the alpha’s scent enveloped him until his thoughts felt heavy and unfocused.

Mikhail leaned in until his lips hovered near Lucien’s ear. His voice dropped into a tone that softened dangerously, and the warmth of his breath sent another shiver down the omega’s spine. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"What did you say, my Star? Go on. Finish your sentence."

He nipped lightly at Lucien’s ear and followed it with a slow lick that made his knees weaken in frustration and unwilling pleasure.

’Why do I react like this with him? I hate this. I shouldn’t feel anything at all...’

"Let me go," Lucien whispered.

His voice trembled despite his effort to steady it. "If you really want me, then be gentle. Don’t take me like this."

"But I know you can’t do it, don’t you? You can’t love properly, Reznik."

He lifted his chin and glared at those crimson eyes, but Mikhail only laughed softly as if the accusation amused him.

"Then let’s find out."

One of his hands settled around Lucien’s neck, not tightening but controlling his movements with subtle pressure, while the other captured both of Lucien’s wrists and held them behind his back effortlessly.

Even though the Devil could have crushed him without effort, his touch remained careful in a way that made Lucien’s body tremble beneath his touch, he choked on his breath as he could feel the alpha’s hand move slowly, pressing on his Adam’s apple.

"You like it rough, sweetheart. You can deny it with your mouth, but your body always answers for you."

"I don’t. Anyone with basic intelligence, even a monkey could understand what I meant," Lucien snapped.

"Mm. Still so spicy," Mikhail murmured in a low voice that vibrated against his skin. "Tell me then, does your body understand the difference?"

His hand moved to the ribbon on Lucien’s back, tugging once. The shirt loosened immediately and slipped off his shoulders, leaving his skin bare to the cold air and Mikhail’s slow exhale.

Lucien spun his head toward him in shock. "Reznik, have you finally lost your mind?! You want to fuck me here?!"

"So what if I do? There is no one else here except that imaginary monkey you invented, and if someone does pass by, they will immediately see whether you truly hate me or not."

Mikhail’s hand traveled up his stomach and chest until it brushed over a sensitive spot that made Lucien stiffen. His nipple tightened immediately under the alpha’s thumb.

"Oh, it reacts instantly," Mikhail murmured. "Did they play with you here too?"

Lucien bit down on a moan. He kicked at Diablo’s foot but hit a solid boot, doing nothing. Mikhail laughed softly as if his defiance only made him sweeter.

"You are adorable when you struggle. It never works, but it is still cute."

His lips pressed against Lucien’s shoulder, trailing slow kisses up to his neck. He sucked gently at one point, then another, marking him with open possessiveness.

Lucien swore under his breath but his hips betrayed him, he was hard.

"Fucking hell. Fuck you," he breathed out, voice cracking in frustration.

Mikhail only smiled against his skin and replied in a low, pleased tone. "They did well training you into such a responsive, needy omega. It makes it even more satisfying to enjoy you now."

Lucien trembled harder. His body answered every touch. His instincts screamed to melt into the alpha holding him.

And he despised that he wanted him.