Emilia La Tuca Nude Novels & Stories

"I... here? Now? Luca, I’m shy. I can’t just..." Luca let out a low, rough chuckle that vibrated in the small room. He stepped into my space, his hand reaching out to gently tug at the collar of my shirt. "Shy? After the way you looked at me in the water? After the way you held me in the dark at school?" He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "I’ve seen every inch of your nakedness, Emma. I’ve memorized the map of your body. There’s nothing left to hide."

Luca paused in the doorway. He had changed—if one could call it that. Only a pair of black drawstring shorts hung low on his hips, his torso bare, sculpted, and still faintly damp from a shower. No armor now. No tailored suits or watchful guards. Just skin, shadow, and the quiet threat of a man who never truly let his guard down. His gaze swept over her, slow and deliberate. “You’re wearing that to bed?” he asked, voice low. “I wasn’t sure what the dress code was,” Emilia said without missing a beat, eyes steady on him over the rim of her glass. “But I figured since you’re half-naked, I should try to keep up.”

The silence that followed was oppressive, a heavy blanket that suffocated her. He was in the bathroom and she sat on the bed, lost in the pages of a novel, when Lucas emerged from the bathroom. But her reading was abruptly forgotten as she took in the sight of him. He was wearing only a towel, his golden hair soaked and sticking to his face, making him look incredibly sexy. His cerulean blue eyes seemed to gleam with a inner light, and the remnants of water slid down his chiseled, muscular chest, highlighting his six-pack abs. Emilia's gaze was hungrily drawn to his body, her eyes devouring every inch of his skin. She felt her face grow hot with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

Now she is on her back on he is on the top. Emma is now wide awake. Luca captured her lips again. He kissed her as if he cannot have enough of her. He slipped her t shirt and shots with out leaving her lips for more than a second. Now she is laying naked in front of his eyes, as if she is a feast to his eyes. He slide down her body and nipped at her breasts and held them in his palms. He played with her nipples, rolling them in between his fingers. "Luca" she gasped with pleasure.

It looked way too false. This might just be the kind of smile she will be wearing from now on, no thanks to you. I shut my subconscious mind down and dropped the picture on my table like it burned. I was just about to ring for one of my men to get a reply ready for him when my door opened and Emilia walked in. She was dressed in one of those skirts of hers— the kind that hugs her body and leaves little to the imagination— and she had on a white crop top that stopped an inch above her belly button so her skin was exposed from her belly button down to her waist where the red skirt stayed.

Are you trying to seduce me with that look I whispered, as she smiled stickinging out her tongue at me? "You know you're not getting younger. I do what you have to have a good relationship. You have everything at your disposal. So I think I should matchmake you with one of my friends in San Francisco. He's a very good friend of mine. I'm just suggesting I'm not forcing you huh, you might feel uncomfortable. You can reject the offer if you want, I whispered.

" Before the man finished, Antonio slammed his phone to the floor. He staggered back two steps and collapsed into a chair. The phone rolled a few times before Carlo picked it up. The screen hadn't gone dark. One after another, images popped up in the chat—bloody live stream screenshots, a crouching figure in a cage, and close-ups of filthy wounds. Carlo's face drained of color, and for once, he snapped, "Who did this?" Then, the last audio message played automatically. Emilia's soft voice came through the speaker, "Yes, as long as she's still breathing. Don't kill her.

He’d positioned himself between my thighs so I couldn’t refuse him by closing my legs. I felt heat pool in my groin as Lucas released my wrists with a command to keep your hands there, as he propped himself, so he hovered over me. My neck felt cold as he withdrew and shifted his weight back, so he sat on his heels. His now free hand ran over my breast before he undid the front clasp with ease. I’d gained a bit of weight back over the summer and my now ample bust sprang free from the bra. I heard Lucas inhale deeply as my taunt nipples were revealed. I cried out again as he took one of them in his mouth while his fingers tweaked the other. I couldn’t help myself as my hands moved from their p

the lady said with giggles and Emiliano smiled faintly as he shoved the books inside her little cabinet just as someone pushed him from behind "Ella I don't see why you keep excusing us like this"he heard a melodious soft voice speak and beside her saw the beauty he fell in love with at first sight "Hey Tara, I see you too didn't bring the books on time"the lady shifted her attention to the beautiful girl Emiliano had ever seen, from her milky skin to her curly brown her and her smile, she was dressed in a denim shirt dress reaching just above her knees and at first glance Emiliano knew she was no ordinary girl

My head hurt even worse, and I felt dizzy and nauseous. Everything spinned around me, and I struggled to focus, my eyes tearing up. The man holding the bucket walked away without a word, and I leaned back, my lips parting, my chest heaving. "Well, she didn't die. Lucky." I swallowed, my eyes turning to Emilia. She was almost naked and sitting on Emilio's lap, and my chest heaved. She had a tattoo on the right side of her back, and I saw it even clearer as she turned back to Emilio.