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.
