[BL] The Omega Boss Mafia is Secretly a Pervert?! Chapter 14: Don’t You Dare Mark Me! [R18]

Lucien could feel sothing thick and rough brushing against his wet hole, making his throat tighten as he swallowed hard. Instinct scread louder than reason, his oga side clawing for it, begging to be filled.

And wasn’t this exactly what he wanted? His little "vacation" a cock buried deep inside him while he sat back and watched his dear stepbrother fall from grace.

That was the plan.

Yet when his gaze locked with Mikhail’s, the hairs on his arms rose. Those weren’t the eyes of a man in control. They were the eyes of a predator holding on by a thread.

"Reznik..."

"I told you to call by my na."

The voice was hoarse, darker than usual, carrying the weight of an order Lucien’s body knew to obey.

"Mikhail... don’t mark ."

That single plea made Diablo’s face twist. His anger snapped, and with a guttural growl he slamd his cock all the way inside.

"AHHHHH! FUCK!"

Lucien’s cry tore out of him as his body felt split in two. Shaful, sharp pain burned through him.

What happened to the gentle Mikhail from before? Was that softness just a lie, so nightmare he thought was true?

"You jerk!"

He tried to kick, only for Mikhail to catch his ankle and pin his leg. And then, to his shock, the redhead’s mouth descended: hot, wet tongue dragging over his toes, circling, and teasing.

The rough texture made Lucien shiver, a humiliating jolt of arousal shooting through him. Saliva dripped onto the seat below, obscene and sticky, as his body betrayed him by tightening around the alpha’s cock.

"You... freak," Lucien spat, breathless.

Mikhail only laughed, low and cruel. "Freak? Says the oga clenching tight just from having his feet licked."

His hips moved again, slow and deliberate thrusts that made Lucien gasp and bite down on his lip.

"NO—I... ahhh... hahhh..." His protests lted into broken moans.

Every push inside stretched him full, every drag against his walls made his stomach flutter helplessly. He hated it and he loved it.

His body trembled with bliss, twitching and clenching as if finally rembering its only purpose: to be used, to be filled, to carry an alpha’s lust.

Lucien had always imagined he’d lead when this mont finally ca, that he’d keep control even in bed.

But now, pinned, helpless, drowning in pleasure, he found the loss of power wasn’t so bad either. His chest rose and fell in shaky breaths, and still the butterflies in his stomach scread their joy.

However, Mikhail was different. He was right on the edge of madness. The way Lucien’s body clamped down on him with every thrust made him feel like he was being devoured.

His oga was sucking him deeper, squeezing tight, begging his cock not to leave. Each twitch only made him more restless, more ravenous.

He wanted to pound him into the seat, ruin his insides, mark him until the whole world knew who he belonged to. Especially when he looked down and saw him: his golden-haired oga, so vulnerable and breathtaking beneath him.

Lucien’s wet hair glead in the dawn light filtering through the car window. His ripe mouth hung open, drooling each ti he scread his na.

His flushed face, his cuffed hands reaching weakly for Mikhail’s neck, his small body trembling, everything about him begged to be claid.

Mikhail snapped.

"Lucien..." His groan was deep, ragged, as his pace quickened to a brutal rhythm.

The car rocked hard, every slam of his hips making the fra rattle while Lucien scread in a ss of pleasure and pain.

Mikhail’s cock drove into his sweet spot again and again, pressing it rcilessly, until the oga’s body fluttered helplessly in surrender.

"Mikhail... hnnghh, calm down... ahhh... I-I’m going to cum..."

"Yes. Cum for . Cum as much as you want, my star."

He shoved his full length inside, grinding deep as Lucien broke apart with a scream, his body convulsing, hole clamping down as if to milk him dry.

The sight drove Mikhail wild.

He captured Lucien’s mouth in a consuming kiss, sucking greedily, his tongue exploring, licking at the sharp edge of his canines as though he could devour his star’s very soul.

"Aahhh... Mikhail..." Lucien finally pulled away, gasping, lips red and swollen, his chest heaving for air.

"It’s not over," Mikhail growled.

He flipped his oga without warning, pressing his stomach flat against the car seat, lifting his ass high.

From Lucien’s swollen hole, sweet nectar dripped down his thighs. Mikhail licked his lips, then thrust back inside in one savage stroke that made his jolt with a broken cry.

"Asshole! Stop, I just ca..."

His voice was pleading, desperate, his whole body trembling with oversensitivity, every nerve fraying at the edges.

"Don’t be selfish, oga. Your alpha hasn’t even co once." Mikhail’s voice was harsh, his control slipping, hunger overtaking everything.

His gaze trailed down Lucien’s back, over the lean muscles and the ink of the long snake coiled across his spine. The tattoo slithered with every shiver of his body, only making him more intoxicating.

Especially that spot on his neck: unmarked, unclaid, untouched.

Mikhail’s thrusts turned savage as he neared his climax, his body lowering until his lips were at that vulnerable skin.

He dragged his tongue across it, tasting the salt and sweat there like a starving animal.

Lucien jolted the mont he realized what Mikhail was about to do. He threw up a hand between them, trying to push him away.

That tiny act of defiance only enraged the alpha.

"You don’t want to be marked by ? Am I that filthy to you?!"

The devil’s roar was equal parts pain and fury. He caught Lucien’s wrist, slamd it above his head and pinned it there, holding him immobile.

"FUCK YOU! LET GO OF ! DON’T YOU DARE MARK !"

Lucien thrashed under him, his voice cracking with panic.

He knew exactly what a mark ant. It wasn’t just a bite. It was the end of freedom, the end of protest.

It would bind him, body and soul, make him submissive and hollow, unable to touch another man, unable to ever slip the leash again.

But his resistance only made Mikhail harder.

The way Lucien’s ass swayed as he fought, the tremor of his muscles, the scent of his oga pheromones, everything drove the alpha deeper into the edge of madness.

"Damn it, Lucien..." Mikhail’s teeth were clenched, his voice a rough growl.

"I’m going to cum inside you. I’ll make you pregnant with my child. You’ll be mine forever."

He slamd forward, burying himself to the hilt. The last thrust broke his control and he spilled deep inside, pumping hot, thick seed until Lucien could feel it filling his womb.

The oga’s body went weak, trembling as the warmth spread, spilling out and dripping down onto the car floor.

Mikhail leaned down again, his breath ragged, his teeth bared at the side of Lucien’s neck, ready to claim him at last.

And then, a shattering crash filled the small space. The car window exploded inward, spraying glass. A hand shot through the broken fra, tangling in Diablo’s red hair and yanking his head back hard.

"Don’t you dare do it, Reznik!"

Mikhail’s eyes snapped up. The light inside them went black, deeper than the abyss itself, when they locked with a pair of erald orbs on the other side of the window.