[BL] The Omega Boss Mafia is Secretly a Pervert?!-Chapter 116: [-R18] Kiss My Ass

Mikhail pressed a kiss to Lucien’s neck, his tongue dragging slowly over sensitive skin before his teeth sank in without warning. The bite was sharp, enough to draw blood, and Lucien hissed, flinching at the sting.

"Stop biting me like a dog," the omega snapped, glaring as he shoved Mikhail’s face away.

He was not wrong. Diablo had been relentless, leaving marks everywhere, bruised kisses and teeth along his neck and shoulders until his pale skin bloomed with red and blue.

Instead of answering, the Devil caught Lucien’s hand. He licked his own finger languidly, then drew his fingers into his mouth, sucking until they were slick with saliva.

The hunger in his expression made him shudder despite himself.

"So what?" Mikhail murmured. "I want to mark you. Let everyone see who you belong to."

He released his hand and moved lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses over Lucien’s stomach.

"I will leave traces everywhere."

"Kiss my ass," Lucien hissed.

Mikhail smirked. "Gladly."

Lucien’s eyes widened as Diablo spread his legs without hesitation and leaned down, his tongue brushing against his entrance. The first lick stole the breath from his lungs.

"You have to be kidding me," he whispered, shock vibrating through his voice.

The sensation was overwhelming. Mikhail’s tongue was wet and unrelenting, slow at first before pressing deeper, sliding with maddening precision.

It was soft and hot all at once, unfamiliar and humiliating, and Lucien had no choice but to grab onto the Devil’s red hair, fingers curling tight as his body reacted against his will.

When that wicked tongue found the spot that made his muscles lock and his breath hitch, his omega instincts betrayed him completely.

"Ah... hnng." Lucien bit down on his lip, desperate not to give him the satisfaction.

But Mikhail already knew.

He remembered his omega body too well. Every reaction, every weakness, the way his toes curled and his breath stuttered when he was close.

He did not need to look to feel it, the way Lucien tightened, the way his body responded instinctively.

When Mikhail finally lifted his gaze, his Star was trembling, holding his breath each time that tongue struck true. The sight made his own control snap.

’Fuck. He’s so beautiful,’ he thought, his cock throbbing painfully beneath his trousers. I want him now.

Diablo’s hand slid down to Lucien’s hard cock, already flushed and aching, and started to stroke it slowly.

Lucien’s breath shattered. He gasped sharply and slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to swallow the sound, but it still slipped through him, broken and helpless.

"Hahhh... hnngg..."

His chest rose and fell rapidly, body trembling despite his attempt to stay still. The pleasure was immediate and humiliating, sending sparks straight through his spine.

Mikhail watched every reaction with dark, satisfied focus, his golden eyes never leaving his Star’s face.

’His ass tastes sweet.’ Mikhail thought, lips curling slightly.

’This stubborn little cat should have given himself to me from the start. Still... this is better. I love how his body always betrays that sharp mouth of his.’

His grip tightened, thumb brushing over the swollen tip before his hand began to move faster, more purposeful.

At the same time, his tongue pressed deeper, relentless and precise, and the combined sensation finally shattered what little control Lucien had left.

Pleasure coiled violently in his stomach, his lower body burning as butterflies exploded inside him, dizzying and overwhelming.

Lucien’s cock was slick with precum now, his back arching without permission as his hips twitched.

His fingers dug into the sheets, knuckles white. "Fuck... ahh... I can’t—"

The Devil’s tongue felt impossibly good, every movement pushing him closer to the edge. His body tensed, muscles locking as the pressure snapped all at once.

Heat tore through him, fireworks bursting inside as his release ripped free.

"C-coming!"

His semen spilled into Mikhail’s hand in thick pulses, his entire body shuddering as his climax tore through him.

At the same time, his lower body reacted helplessly, warmth spilling as Mikhail drew everything out of him without mercy.

The Devil did not stop until Lucien was empty, until nothing was left but trembling aftershocks and ragged breaths.

Mikhail finally pulled back, smirking as he licked his lips slowly, savoring the taste. His voice dropped, low and pleased.

"Delicious."

He leaned forward to kiss him, but Lucien immediately shoved his head away, even as his body continued to shake and his vision remained hazy with lingering pleasure.

He might be dazed, but he was not stupid. He knew exactly where that mouth had been.

"Don’t kiss me with your dirty mouth."

Mikhail laughed, clearly amused. "You don’t want to taste yourself? It’s good. I promise."

"No," Lucien snapped weakly. "I’d rather die. You shameless asshole."

Lucien did not understand him at all. Mikhail was disgusting, infuriating, and unbearably attractive all at once.

Too handsome for someone so vile, too confident for someone so annoying. He was nothing like Edmund or Twinster, who would kneel and worship the ground Lucien walked on.

This monster would spit on that ground, grind it beneath his heel, then kidnap Lucien and force him to walk only where Mikhail wanted.

He was hateful. Truly hateful.

But still his mind lingering on Edmund and Twinster... The way he left them like that was cruel.

’They should realize I’m gone now.’ Lucien thought, breath finally starting to steady.

’I hope they’re okay. I need to find a way to reach them before they do something stupid.’

The thought of them starting a war just to save him made his chest tighten painfully.

He did not want blood spilled over his existence, did not want lives lost because of possessive alphas fighting over him like property.

Especially not with Basilisk involved.

’Fuck. Grandpa would absolutely lose his mind.’

"You’re thinking about other alphas, aren’t you?"

Mikhail’s voice snapped him back to reality, low and sharp. Lucien looked up to see anger burning openly in those golden eyes, the air around him heavy and suffocating.

"Didn’t I tell you to stop being a bitch?"

Lucien let out a shaky, bitter chuckle. "And you should have stopped being a son of a bitch, Reznik."

Mikhail groaned, clearly unimpressed this time. There was no smirk, no teasing amusement.

Instead, he grabbed Lucien roughly and forced him down, guiding him until he was kneeling directly in front of Diablo’s hardened cock.

"If you want to stay like that, then fine," he said coldly. "Start acting like my bitch instead."

His fingers tangled into Lucien’s hair, yanking his head up painfully.

"Suck me," he ordered. "Show me what those alphas taught you."

Lucien’s jaw clenched, pride flaring hot and furious in his chest. Even now, even cornered like this, he refused to let it be crushed so easily.

"Careful," he spat, glaring up at him. "Don’t blame me if your cock ends up useless."

Mikhail’s expression darkened. His hand slid from Lucien’s hair to his throat, closing tight around it. Pressure cut off his breath instantly, making Lucien gasp and claw at his wrist.

Sweat broke across his skin, not only from the choke, but from the overwhelming alpha aura pressing down on him, heavy and merciless.

"Try it," Mikhail growled, voice dripping with promise, "and I’ll tear everything out of you until there’s nothing left. No arms. No legs. No soul."