How to Survive as a BL Villain-Chapter 56: Lucian’s possession

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING –

This Chapter contains non-consensual sexual acts, psychological distress, panic attack, and references to past bullying.

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Cassian screamed, the sound muffled against the floor as pain lanced through him like fire. His body jerked, shaking in raw fear, but he didn’t dare say another word. Blood welled up from the bite mark, warm and sticky trickling down his skin. Lucian’s teeth ground in just enough to mark, to claim, before he pulled back, licking the wound with a slow, possessive swipe of his tongue.

The metallic taste seemed to ignite something in Lucian. His hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with a clink that echoed in the small room. He shoved his pants down just enough to free his cock, already hard and throbbing, the thick length slapping against his thigh.

Cassian’s eyes widened in panic as he felt Lucian tug at his own pants, yanking them down over his hips, exposing his ass to the cool air. The world tilted, collapsing around him flashes of the old room, of Elliot and Damien, of forced touches and unwanted heat that his body betrayed him with every time.

’No, please,’ Cassian whimpered, wiggling desperately, his hips bucking to escape. But Lucian’s weight pinned him, one hand pressing between his shoulder blades, the other guiding his cock to rest heavy against Cassian’s ass crack. The hot, velvety skin dragged over him, smearing pre-cum along the cleft. Lucian leaned down, his lips brushing Cassian’s ear.

’Don’t be scared, bunny,’ he murmured, the old nickname twisting like a knife in Cassian’s gut. ’I’m not gonna put it in, even though I want to so badly. But I won’t. Not yet.’ Relief warred with terror in Cassian’s chest, but it was short-lived. Lucian started moving his hips, grinding his hard cock against Cassian’s ass with slow, deliberate thrusts. The friction was rough, the head of his dick catching on the sensitive skin, sliding up and down the crack without mercy.

Cassian bit his lip, tasting fresh blood, as Lucian’s mouth found the bite mark on his shoulder again. He sucked hard, teeth grazing the wound, while his other hand snaked around to Cassian’s neck, fingers pressing just enough to restrict his breath breath play that made stars burst behind Cassian’s eyelids. Cassian’s body betrayed him, a muffled moan escaping despite his efforts.

He pressed his forehead to the floor, tears streaming down his face, mixing with the dust. He hated it the way his cock twitched under him, hardening against his will from the relentless grinding, the pain mingling with unwanted sparks of pleasure. Lucian’s hips snapped forward harder, his cock sliding faster, the slick sounds filling the room. He kissed along Cassian’s neck, sucking bruises into the skin, his breath ragged pants against the shell of his ear. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Fuck, you feel so good like this," Lucian groaned, his voice thick with lust.

His fingers tightened on Cassian’s throat, cutting off air for a heartbeat longer each time, making Cassian’s lungs burn and his head spin. Cassian’s cries were choked, muffled whimpers as he tried to stay silent, to deny the reactions ripping through him. His ass clenched involuntarily around the grinding pressure, his own dick leaking pre-cum onto the floor beneath him. The dominance was overwhelming Lucian’s body caging him, marking him with bites and sucks, controlling every breath, every twitch. Emotional vulnerability crashed over Cassian like a wave he was helpless, haunted by the past where this roughness had been his only anchor, even as it broke him.

Lucian’s grinding grew frantic, his cock throbbing against Cassian’s ass, the head nudging insistently at his hole without penetrating. With a final, guttural grunt, Lucian came, hot spurts of cum painting Cassian’s ass cheeks and lower back, dripping down the crack. He ground through it, smearing the mess, his teeth sinking into Cassian’s neck one last time as he rode out the orgasm. Cassian’s own body shuddered, on the edge but not tipping over, his muffled sobs the only sound breaking the heavy breathing.

Lucian finally pulled away, tucking himself back into his pants with a satisfied sigh. He sat back on his heels, staring down at the beautiful wreck Cassian had become pants around his thighs, shirt torn, shoulder and neck bruised and bitten, ass glistening with cum. A grin spread across Lucian’s face, satisfaction etched in every line. Cassian’s body trembled, curled in on itself, the panic long gone but replaced by a deeper ache, a helplessness that bound him tighter than any chain.

Outside, the voices not to be heard anymore there was no sound nothing But in here, Lucian’s gaze held Cassian captive, promising more more control, more breaking, more of this twisted calm that only he could provide. Cassian squeezed his eyes shut, his mind fracturing under the weight, wondering how much more he could take before he shattered completely.

breathing hard, his smirk slow and satisfied as he pulled out his phone. The screen glowed in the dim storage room as he raised it, angling it just right.

Click.

The shutter sound was soft but it echoed like a gunshot in Cassian’s ears.

He didn’t look. Couldn’t. But he knew what the photo showed and he didnt wanted to see it

Lucian lowered the phone, thumb scrolling to view the image. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest.

"Perfect," he murmured, more to himself than to Cassian. "This’ll be useful... for many purposes."

Cassian flinched at the words. His body trembled as he pushed himself up from the floor, legs weak, hands shaking. He swiped at his tears with the back of his wrist useless, endless tears that wouldn’t stop.

Then he felt it.

A cold, sticky wetness trailing down his inner thigh.

His breath hitched. His stomach twisted.

No. No, no, no -

Lucian noticed. Of course he did.

"Let me help you," he said, voice almost gentle, as he pulled a crisp black handkerchief from his pocket.

Before Cassian could react, Lucian crouched and wiped the mess away with slow, deliberate strokes like he was cleaning a prized possession, not violating it.

"There, sweetie," Lucian cooed. "All clean."

Cassian stared at him, eyes burning with pure, unfiltered hatred. Every muscle in his body screamed to lash out, to scratch his eyes out, to run but he was hollow. Drained. Too weak to even stand straight.

Instead, he turned away, yanking his pants up with trembling hands. He fumbled with his ruined shirt buttons missing, fabric torn at the shoulder trying to pull it closed, to cover himself, to pretend any of this hadn’t happened.

But the photo existed.

The touch lingered.

And the worst part?

He knew Lucian wouldnt stop today he will come again.