[BL] The Omega Boss Mafia is Secretly a Pervert?!-Chapter 117: [-R18] Prideful VS Stubborn

Lucien shuddered as he listened to him.

Deep down, he knew the Devil would never truly do that kind of thing to him. Mikhail was just bluffing, probably because he kept testing his limits.

A slow smirk curved Lucien’s lips as he lifted his head, his earlier weakness melting away.

"Do it, then," he said coolly. "Cut off my hands. My feet. You know it would destroy you too."

For a brief moment, Mikhail froze. Then he burst out laughing, low and amused, the sound vibrating through the room.

"Hahh. So you finally learned how to play the game. I guess my last threat won’t make you yield."

His expression hardened again as he reached down, grabbing Lucien’s head and pressing it forward until his face was smeared against the hard outline straining beneath his underwear.

"Still," he said calmly, "suck me, Lucien. You know you won’t be able to hurt me either."

Lucien swallowed. Even through the fabric, he could feel how thick it was, how heavy, the heat radiating against his lips.

His stomach clenched as unwanted images flashed through his mind, vivid and traitorous.

’Fuck. I’m the worst,’ he thought bitterly.

’How can I be turned on by this? He’s supposed to be the biggest asshole alive. The one I hate the most.’

There had been a time when Lucien wasn’t proud of his own pheromones, hated his omega instincts, and the way his body responded no matter how loudly his mind protested.

This was one of those moments, when betrayal came not from others, but from himself.

"Come on," Mikhail pressed, fingers tightening slightly. "Take off my underwear. I’ll give you a reward if you can make me come in less than five minutes."

Lucien’s ears twitched, interest flashing across his face before he could stop it. Mikhail noticed immediately and continued, voice smooth and deliberate.

"I’ll widen the patrol routes so you can leave this room."

Lucien narrowed his eyes. "If you’re lying," he warned, "I’ll crush your nuts."

Mikhail laughed openly. "Do that, and you’ll regret having a mate you can’t be fucked by."

"Hah. I can find other alphas," Lucien shot back. "They’re lining up already."

The Devil laughed and grabbed his jaw roughly, forcing him to look up.

"I’ll make it so only my cock can satisfy you," he said darkly.

"So you’ll be miserable without it."

Lucien opened his mouth to fire back, but the alpha was faster. Mikhail freed himself from the confines of his underwear and thrust forward, filling his mouth in one brutal motion, cutting off his words completely.

"Mphh! Mmmh!"

Lucien’s eyes widened as he gagged, instinctively trying to bite down, but Mikhail shoved his head deeper without mercy.

Half of his cock slid inside, thick and overwhelming, stretching his mouth as his throat burned from the intrusion.

The air vanished. Lucien clawed weakly at Mikhail’s wrist, body jerking as he struggled to breathe, panic flaring when he realized he could not take all of him.

The alpha’s grip held him firmly in place, unyielding.

"If you keep fighting," Mikhail said coldly, voice steady and terrifyingly calm, "you’ll choke on my cock."

He leaned closer, tightening his hold just enough to make the threat real. "I won’t let you go. So calm down," he murmured, "or you’ll die in the most humiliating way possible."

The omega glared at him, mockery burning quietly inside Lucien as he stared at this unhinged bastard being cruel to him.

Still, he knew it was useless. He knew the Devil was serious this time, and pushing back would only make it worse.

So Lucien stopped struggling.

He forced himself to breathe through his nose, focusing on steadying his body, willing his throat to relax.

The suffocating pressure eased slightly, just enough to keep him conscious. Even so, the smell made his stomach churn.

The scent of Mikhail’s cock was overwhelming.

Worse, his omega instincts betrayed him again.

Beneath the nausea, he could still smell the alpha’s pheromones, smoky and sharp like burning wood, warm and powerful, curling deep into his senses and keeping him aroused despite everything.

"Good boy."

Mikhail smirked as he brushed the hair away from Lucien’s face, his fingers gentle in contrast to the situation.

The sight made his stomach flutter, seeing his omega’s mouth stuffed full, cheeks puffed slightly like a squirrel struggling to hold too much at once.

"You’re adorable like this."

He lifted Lucien’s head and began to thrust slowly. Saliva coated his shaft, slick and warm, making each movement smooth and unrestrained.

Lucien’s throat was tight and heated, the muscles spasming around him, and the sensation nearly drove Mikhail mad.

Every instinct screamed at him to lose control, to pound faster and deeper, but watching his Star struggle forced him to slow down, savoring the sight instead.

His cock throbbed painfully on its own as he smirked.

"Mpphh!!! Hhhh!!!"

Lucien’s hands came up to brace against the base of his shaft, holding him there for support as his head began to move weakly on its own.

Mikhail felt his chest swell, pride and satisfaction blooming fiercely. Lucien wanted him.

Whether it was fate, instinct, or betrayal of the body, it did not matter. He loved it all the same.

"You can touch yourself, Lucien," he murmured. "Or do you want me to do it for you?"

Lucien jolted as if pulled back to reality. His hand still slid down to his own cock, stroking it slowly.

The sight alone made Mikhail ache, watching his Star hard and flushed while taking him into his mouth.

"Fuck," Mikhail groaned softly. "Sorry, Lucien. I can’t hold it anymore. You’re so fucking hot. I can’t wait to fuck you."

He drove Lucien’s head deeper, the thick length pressing so far that it bulged visibly along his throat.

The sight made his pulse race. Lucien’s face was red, his eyes heavy and unfocused, saliva spilling messily from the corners of his mouth. To Mikhail, he looked devastatingly beautiful.

His omega really did have a talent for this.

Mikhail growled and began to move faster, guiding Lucien’s head while thrusting upward at the same time.

He knew his omega couldn’t breathe properly. He knew how weak he was getting. He did not care. It would only be a little longer.

Just until he came.

"Ahh, fuck. Your throat is so tight," Mikhail moaned, his voice breaking as release hit him.

Thick warmth spilled as he came hard, pouring everything he had prepared for his Star deep into his throat. He swallowed reflexively, body trembling as he took it all.

Mikhail sighed in relief and pulled out slowly. His cock was soaked, slick with saliva and release.

Lucien immediately collapsed forward, coughing harshly as spit dribbled from his mouth.

He lay sprawled on the bed, shaking and breathless, chest heaving as he tried to recover.

"Oh, my Star," Mikhail chuckled softly. "Don’t faint yet. We haven’t even started."

He grabbed Lucien’s weak hand and pulled him upright, guiding him until he was straddling his lap.

"The day is still long," he murmured, eyes dark with promise. "And you have an alpha to satisfy."

He tilted Lucien’s chin up gently. "So rise and shine, darling."