[BL] The Omega Boss Mafia is Secretly a Pervert?!-Chapter 115: Choke Me To Death

Lucien glared at him, fury blazing as if his strength had returned all at once.

"Hah. I will kill you before that ever happens."

He struggled again, muscles straining, but Mikhail did not even flinch. His grip was unyielding, firm enough to remind Lucien exactly how helpless he was beneath him.

Then, suddenly, the pressure vanished.

Lucien reacted on instinct. His fist flew toward Mikhail’s face, fast and desperate. It missed. The alpha only tilted his head slightly, almost lazily, and Lucien’s hand hung uselessly in the air.

Before he could pull back, Mikhail caught his wrist.

He lifted Lucien’s hand and dragged his tongue along the inside of his palm, slow and deliberate, like a starving animal savoring its first taste.

His eyes never left Lucien’s face. The omega shuddered despite himself, breath hitching at the intimacy of the gesture.

"Reznik," Lucien snapped, trying to wrench free.

Mikhail only smirked.

"I know you are turned on by this," he said softly, almost fondly.

"Tell me, how are you planning to kill me with a hand that trembles because it wants me?"

"Do not flatter yourself," Lucien hissed. "I shot you once. I can shoot you again."

Mikhail laughed, low and amused. "In the shoulder. One of the safest places you could choose."

His thumb brushed over Lucien’s wrist, feeling the rapid pulse there. "What kind of serpent strikes like that unless he is holding back?"

Lucien had no answer. His jaw tightened as the truth burned in his chest.

Mikhail caught his other hand and guided both of them to his own throat, pressing Lucien’s fingers against the warm, steady pulse beneath his skin.

"How about this," he murmured. "If you truly want me dead, do it properly. Choke me. Kill me with your own hands."

He leaned closer, voice dropping. "And if you fail, you stop lying to both of us and stop acting bitchy like that."

Lucien froze, hatred and hesitation tangling violently in his chest.

Why was his body betraying him now of all times? Why did his hands refuse to close?

"What? you can’t do it, don’t you?"

His words snapped something ugly inside Lucien. Rage surged, hot and blinding, and he shoved Mikhail back, momentum carrying him forward until he was on top.

His hands flew to Diablo’s neck, fingers digging in hard and unrelenting, pressing deep enough to bruise skin and crush breath.

The Devil choked, coughing as oxygen slipped away, yet Lucien barely noticed. Adrenaline roared in his veins, erasing the lingering pain from the electricity as if it had never existed.

Even then, Mikhail was grinning, wide and unhinged, as though this was all endlessly amusing. As if Lucien would never truly go through with it.

He was wrong.

Lucien hated him. Hated him for betraying Lucero. Hated him for the blood on his hands, for the lies, for the way his presence had poisoned everything Lucien once called home.

The hatred was so personal it had driven Lucien to bury himself in work, to abandon Lucero Manor entirely.

Every hallway, every room, every quiet corner had been haunted by memories of Mikhail. Memories he could never erase.

And the loss of him, twisted as it was, hurt far deeper than Lucien would ever admit.

"Lucien... cough."

Mikhail’s voice rasped, his lips already tinged blue. Still, he smiled.

"I’m glad you’re the one who kills me."

Lucien’s grip faltered. His amethyst irises trembled as he realized Mikhail was not fighting back at all.

Even as his smile cracked, even as his eyes lost focus, he did nothing to save himself.

"Fuck!"

Lucien cursed and released him, shoving back as Mikhail dragged in desperate breaths, lungs heaving as he sucked air like it was salvation.

Mikhail had been right. No matter how much he hated him, no matter what he did, Lucien could never bring himself to end him. The truth tasted bitter and cruel.

Lucien collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, misery pressing down on his chest. Revenge slipped further from his grasp, and the resentment only deepened, festering until it burned.

Then arms wrapped around him from behind.

Mikhail turned him roughly, pulling him close despite Lucien’s struggle.

"Let go!" the omega snapped, his voice shaking as he glared into those golden eyes.

"Don’t you dare mock me! I should have killed you. I should have avenged my father. My family. But you..."

The words tangled with his breath. He hated himself for the storm of emotions tearing him apart.

"Who said I will mock you?" Mikhail murmured. "I know you can’t kill me, even if you want to. You are mine, my mate. Your soul knows it."

His thumb brushed Lucien’s lips as he leaned in, but the omega shoved his face away.

"Stop. Don’t."

"Don’t fight me," Mikhail said softly, fingers tilting Lucien’s jaw. "You promised to stop being bitchy."

Lucien looked away, exhausted, his resistance crumbling. After a moment, he nodded weakly. The adrenaline faded, and pain rushed back in all at once, leaving him trembling.

Mikhail kissed him then, slow and deceptively gentle, fingers threading through silver hair as he deepened it.

His mouth claimed Lucien’s with a hunger that bordered on devotion, as if he wanted to consume him entirely.

The kiss was both tender and possessive, and Lucien’s vision blurred as his heart raced against his will.

A soft moan slipped from his lips, and Mikhail took it as permission, tongue sliding in, exploring until the omega could barely breathe.

Lucien shoved him desperately because of it. He coughed, trying to take any form of oxygen but the Devil kiss was relentless and cruel as he won’t let him at all.

When Mikhail finally pulled back, Lucien was gasping, flushed, eyes heavy.

"So," Mikhail smirked, "now you know how it feels to be choked with love."

"Fuck you." Lucien hit him in his wounded shoulder as he flinched in pain.

"Ouch." Still Mikhail’s eyes burned with lust. "I will."

And as he began stripping Lucien’s clothes away with impatient hands, he could only sigh and to stop being ’bitchy’. In his head though, he plans another revenge that might not kill the Devil but surely would hurt him.