[BL] The Omega Boss Mafia is Secretly a Pervert?!-Chapter 118: [R18] The Devil Sadistic Nature

Mikhail’s words irritated Lucien even more, and he rolled his eyes with a sharp huff. "You’re the one who made me like this," he snapped. "Next time, try being gentle."

For a moment, Diablo looked genuinely surprised. Then a slow, arrogant grin spread across his face.

"Oh," he said lightly, "you want me to be gentle. You should have said that from the start."

He leaned in and kissed him, slower this time, almost careful. His lips sucked softly at Lucien’s, unhurried and teasing.

One hand slid down to his chest, fingers finding his nipple and twisting it, tugging just enough to make it ache pleasantly.

The omega sucked in a breath as his body reacted immediately, his cock stirring again despite his irritation. Mikhail chuckled and pulled back just enough to look at him.

"You’re easily turned on for someone who claims to hate his alpha," he teased.

Lucien scowled deeply. "Shut up. This is just how an omega body works," he grumbled. "And you’re creepy when you act gentle."

Diablo laughed under his breath. "See? I never know what you want."

Lucien’s lips curved into a mocking smile. "You said it yourself, that you’re my fated mate. Looks like you were wrong after all, right?"

This time, Mikhail chuckled, but there was no warmth in it. No humor. In the same motion, he shoved Lucien back onto the mattress and flipped him over, forcing him face down against the white sheets.

A large hand closed around his neck, bare skin against bare skin, no collar, no restraint, nothing but pressure and intent.

When Mikhail leaned close, his breath brushed against Lucien’s neck, hot and slow. He shivered despite himself, dread curling low in his stomach as he realized exactly what the Devil was thinking.

"Don’t you dare," Lucien snapped, trying to twist away.

He brought his hands up to cover his neck, panic flashing through him.

It didn’t matter. Mikhail was stronger. He caught Lucien’s wrists easily and pinned them above his head, caging him in with his body. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"If I mark you," he murmured near his ear, "then whether we’re fated mates or not won’t matter anymore, will it? So what do you think, my Star?"

"Fuck no," Lucien snarled through clenched teeth.

Being marked meant being bound. It meant shared sensations, shared emotions, a connection so deep that separation could kill them through heartbreak alone.

The thought terrified him. To be that open, that exposed, with nothing left to hide, was unbearable.

Then he felt it. A wet swipe of Mikhail’s tongue against his hand.

"I’m joking," he said casually. "I just like rage-baiting you."

"What?" Lucien exhaled shakily in relief. "You fucking asshole."

The relief barely had time to settle before the Devil’s hand slid down his back, fingers tracing along the lines of his snake tattoo. Both hands grabbed his waist firmly and lifted his hips.

"Reznik?"

Lucien murmured, his voice catching as something thick and veiny pressed between his cheeks, grinding there deliberately. His body trembled, betraying him again.

"I don’t think I can be gentle today," Mikhail admitted, his voice hoarse and heavy with want.

"You’re just too hot. And I’m too excited that you’re finally here with me."

The alpha thrust inside without warning, and Lucien gasped sharply. It was too big. The pain hit all at once, crushing and suffocating, stealing the world from him as his vision went blank before slowly snapping back into focus.

For a terrifying second, he thought he might actually die like this.

No sound came out. He couldn’t scream.

Mikhail leaned close to his ear, careful even as his body stayed buried inside him, and whispered low, "Don’t worry. I won’t put everything in yet. I know it’s too big for you, and you’re not under Lune Kiss."

His voice softened, almost indulgent. "That’s why it hurts so much, my Star."

Then he chuckled quietly, the sound irritating Lucien to his core. "But endure. That’s what you’re good at."

Slowly, deliberately, Mikhail began to move. His omega winced and let out a broken groan, pain rippling through him as tears welled in his eyes. His fingers clawed weakly at the sheets.

"Re-Reznik... stop moving... I can’t..." Lucien gasped, chest heaving as he struggled just to breathe.

"Relax," Mikhail murmured. "It’s not your first time, is it? It’ll feel good after a while."

He lifted Lucien’s head, one hand firm around his neck, guiding him up just enough. His tongue traced the corner of his Star eyes, licking away the tears as his hips continued to move, slow and relentless.

With each motion, his omega’s body started to relax, muscles loosening despite the ache.

"Hahh... your inside is still so tight," Mikhail murmured against his skin. "Did the other alphas not stretch you properly?"

He kissed Lucien’s mouth then, slow and taunting, tongue brushing gently against his lips.

"Ahhh... hahhh..."

Mikhail saw it clearly. The moment Lucien’s amethyst eyes began to tremble, the flush spreading across his cheeks, the way his inner walls started to draw him in, clinging desperately.

His omega was finally beginning to feel it, and that realization sent a sharp thrill through him.

Finally. Finally, Lucien was with him again.

His body needed to remember him. Every bite. Every kiss. The exact shape of his cock.

Mikhail wanted to carve himself into his Star so deeply that no one else would ever dare to claim him.

"Hnnngh... ahhh... Reznik..." Lucien moaned, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Each time Mikhail pulled back, nectar spilled from him, warm and slick, the scent rich enough to make him dizzy.

"What? You want me to go faster?" Mikhail asked softly. "Say it."

His hand drifted to Lucien’s nipples, twisting them hard. His Star’s body jolted violently, his inside clamping down tight around the alpha, drawing a deep growl from Mikhail’s chest.

"Fuck," he snarled. "This body was made for me."

He bit down on his omega’s shoulder, hard and possessively, leaving a deep mark behind.

"You’re the only omega who can take me like this, my Star. Fuck..."

Mikhail grabbed Lucien’s hands and pinned them to the mattress with one hand, holding him down effortlessly.

His thrusts grew deeper, rougher, forcing his way in like splitting an orange apart with brute strength.

Whether his omega was impossibly tight or he was simply too big, it hardly mattered.

Lucien cried out again, pain overtaking him as he tried to escape the cage of Mikhail’s body. It was useless.

"Asshole... damn you, Reznik!" he sobbed. "Ahhh, ugh! Hurts... you’re splitting me open..."

His head dropped onto the mattress as he finally gave up struggling, tears soaking into the sheets.

"Calm down, darling," Mikhail whispered, lowering his voice, trying to soothe him even as he continued to thrust.

"You can do it. You’re the brave Don of Lucero. You can take me."

Then he pushed all the way in at once.

Lucien screamed, his body going limp instantly as consciousness slipped away.

Mikhail blinked, raising an eyebrow. "You fainted from that?"

He sighed lightly and shifted their positions, maneuvering him until he was sitting on top of him, his cock still buried deep inside.

"Wake up, my Star," he murmured, brushing his thumb gently over Lucien’s lips. "We’re just getting started."

His omega stirred weakly, head shaking slightly as his eyes fluttered open.

"N-no... more..." he whispered.

Mikhail smiled faintly. "Just one more," he said softly. "Then we’ll be done. Alright?"