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Mmh- Fuck My head leans back against the wall when my cock is pulled out from the confines of my briefs, standing at full attention as he strokes it starting from the base to the pre cum leaking tip. His other hand is still on my waist, fingers running through my skin causing goose bumps to erupt all over my body and nerves. His damn mouth is causing even more damage against my ear and neck. He’s switching between biting-Luke The second half is seven minutes in when I first notice them. Not because they do anything obvious. Not because the crowd reacts nor the commentator says anything worth paying attention to. I notice them because of the way the Helmshire players keep glancing at them. There are four of them on Ravenwood's side of the field. Lucien is the one everyone already knows. But the other three-the ones flanking him like they were arranged that way on purpose-carry a different kind of weight.The first is the wide receiver. Number eleven. I'd clocked him earlier for the one-handed touchdown catch but dismissed him as just athletic. Watching him now I revise that assessment. He's tall, lean, mixed race with close-cropped hair and the kind of face that looks permanently unbothered. He runs routes with an almost bored precision — every cut clean, every acceleration measured — like he's already calculated
LukeThe first quarter is barely five minutes in, and I already understand why the stadium fills up for this.It's not the sport.It's him.Lucien plays football the way he does everything else - like the outcome was already decided before anyone else stepped onto the field, and the game is just the formality of proving it.I watch him from the stands with the kind of focus I usually reserve for surveillance.Ravenwood's offence lines up. Lucien stands at quarterback, unhurried, scanning the defence across the line. The opposing team Helmshire, based on their navy and gold-has, stacked their defensive line heavy on the left. Two safeties sitting deep. A blitz package is barely disguised behind a standard formation.Lucien sees it.I know he sees it because he doesn't call a timeout. Doesn't signal the coach. He just shifts-one step right, a subtle hand gesture toward his wide receiver, two fingers tapped against his thigh for the running back.Three adjustments. No huddle. No waste
Luke "Shoot,shoot,shoot," Teagan cheers as she focuses on the monitor I dogged and launched a counterattack, killing her. "Damn it," she slumps back in her chair, holding her controller. "I won again," I say, putting my controller down"Lucky break" "You lost five times," I say "Hey Tea, Joanne needs you downstairs." Breanna walks in. "Okay, wait for our rematch." She walks out, leaving. "Hey...um... Luke?" "Yeah?" "...I...uh... thanks for not telling the others about last night, " she says, arms folded at her chest fiddling with her necklace. Last night, right. She was at Santiago’s party with someone in one of the private rooms. "No problem... but...what everything okay between you and him?" "Yeah,yeah... just a small misunderstanding. " "So us he your boyfriend?" It might sound really suspicious how I'm asking her too many questions, but the guy she was with last night seemed off. Really off
Luke Wolfe. Real name - Preston Dragna. The agent that was actually approved and sent to this case by the agency. "I was actually expecting you, you know," He says, letting go of me and walks back towards a table with a few bottles and pours a drink. "Why?" He goes silent and takes a sip. "It's obvious I can't stop you....Jacobs couldn't, so how could I,hm?" He's admitting defeat? That I could seriously beat him? Bullshit. "What do you want?" I askHe ignores that. "Who's your target?" He asks "Ricci’s" I utter. He'd find out for himself later anyway. He chuckles, shaking his head. "Straight to the top, I see," Why’s he laughing? "What? weren't they the target?"“Yes,” he says slowly. “and no”"The hell is that supposed to mean?" “You really came in blind.” He says amused I don’t respond.Don’t give him that satisfaction.Wolfe exhales lightly, swirling the
Luke“Yo, Tj!” Someone calls out from behind us“Neil” Tj smiles walking back to him, he’s taller than Tj with dark blonde hair slightly messy with hazel eyes“Sup” he flashes me a smile wrapping an arm around Tj’s shoulder.They seem close. “Hey” I shot back walking behind them as we enter the mid sized building after being checked by security. The building isn’t massive, but it doesn’t need to be. The way it’s designed makes it feel bigger-open spaces broken up by shadows, corners that disappear into darkness, staircases that lead somewhere you can’t quite see from here.Black and red.Everywhere.The walls are painted a deep matte black, absorbing most of the light, while red glows bleed from hidden strips along the edges-floor, ceiling, behind the bar. It paints everything in a dim, dangerous haze.Yeah.Definitely Santiago’s style.The music hits first.Not loud-no, not the kind that blasts your ears and f
Hi everyone, First of all, I want to sincerely apologize for the lack of updates over the past few days. I know many of you have been waiting for the next chapters, and I truly appreciate your patience and continued support. It honestly means so much to me that people are following the story and looking forward to what happens next. The reason I’ve been a little quiet lately is because I’ve been completely caught up in preparing for my end-of-semester finals. As much as I love writing and continuing the story, exams have demanded most of my time and attention recently. Between studying, reviewing notes, and making sure I’m prepared for each test, I haven’t had the time or the mental energy to sit down and properly write the next chapters the way I would like to. Right now I’m still in the middle of my finals period, so for the next couple of days I unfortunately won’t be able to continue uploading new chapters. I didn’t want to disappear without saying anything, so I thought it woul
Luke I have a stalker. It’s official now. The bastard has been watching me. But for how long? My mind races as the questions keep piling up in my head. Does he know who my target is?Did he see me spying on Lucien? Worst of all… did he see me go to the storage locker? My phone hasn’t stoppe
Unknown Santiago doesn’t invite outsiders. He curates them. By the time I step into Constitutional Law, the invitation has already circulated through the right channels. Selective guest list. After the ball. The usual people - aside from Luke.
Luke“Don’t you just love football season?” Teagan drops into the seat across from me and lets her tray hit the table a little harder than necessary. I glance up from my plate. “You sound thrilled.”“Oh, I am,” she says flatly. “Nothing says academic excellence like thirty extra
Luke The alarm goes off at 6:00 a.m. sharp. I’m already awake. I let it ring twice before shutting it off, staring at the ceiling while the campus slowly comes to life outside my window. I shower and prepare for class as usual. Grab a coffee and muffin on my way when some asshole slams int







