Luca And Giulia Kiss Novels & Stories

As the back of my knees touched the mattress, we tumbled down together, with him on top of me. “Your lips are so soft," Luca murmured into my mouth, his hand placed on my shoulders before slithering up to cup the back of my head. “So are yours," I replied, running my hand freely over his back before tightening my grip and reversing our positions. “I want more," he said with hooded eyes. “What's more do you want?" I asked, brushing the hair away from his forehead. “Your lips." “They're all yours. Have them as much as you want."

I stepped out. Barely a minute later, a scream tore through the air. I went back in. Blood was everywhere on the floor. Luca had a knife — grabbed from one of the guards — and two men were wrestling him down. He was laughing, ragged and gone. "Come on, both of you. Come with me. I'm already done. You'll both burn too." Lila was on the ground, unable to get up, staring at him in shock, her hands pressed to her abdomen as the blood spread.

Luca strolled over and draped an arm around my shoulders, playing the part of the doting fiancé perfectly. It wasn't until he leaned in that I saw it—the smear of lipstick on his collar and the fresh hickey blooming on Fiona’s neck. I slumped back onto the barstool, my soul feeling like it had been hollowed out. I dug my nails into my palms so hard they bled, trying to keep the tears from spilling over. His friends started badgering him in Sicilian, fishing for the dirty details. Luca, perhaps feeling a flicker of guilt, glanced at me before sitting down and pulling me into his lap.

We left for our rooms and in the elevator, Rhein couldn't keep his hands off me, they kept going to my waist or sliding down to my bum. "And we both know you like it,” Lara teased. She would be right, maybe I did. I couldn't force myself not to and since there was no choice, I probably did. When we got to my room, he didn't let go immediately. He looked me deeply in the eyes, “If I didn't say it before, thank you so much Lucia" He had said it before but it seemed he didn't care. He pulled me into him and gently laid his lips on mine. The kiss was tender and soft this time.

“My name is Teresa and I am Luca’s cook. I will be in charge of your food while you are here.” She introduced. So not his mom but someone he pays to work for him. “Hi, Teresa, my name is Gianni and I don’t even know why I am here.” I told her. She looked confused for a second before she masked it with a smile. “You are Luca’s guest and he told me to take care of you.” I wanted to roll my eyes but decided against it since it would be rude to Teresa who has been nice to me since she walked in. “I am not a guest. I didn’t come here on my own. Luca kidnapped me.”

My body ached all over, and it was from need. "Luca..." I couldn't stop myself as I finally lifted my hand and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. "Please kiss me..." But instead of obliging, he pressed his forehead to mine. "Come down for dinner, Elena." And after what felt like an eternity, but was just mere seconds of both of us breathing heavily, he got up, leaving the room and taking his warmth with him. The wave of embarrassment that washed over me almost made me cry.

“I'll show you when we get to the room.” Julia rolled her eyes playfully. Of course, she understood what he meant, and this time, she wanted him too. She was not being forced to like before. This time, she wanted to give him her all and feel it in return. After all, they belonged to each other. *** This story would have ended like any other fairytale, with the characters living “happily ever after,” except that this time it was a mafia story that ended in the best way possible. Well one could actually say that Donatello and Giulia “fucked happily ever after.”

I didn't need a signature to know it was from Victoria. I handed the note to Luca. He read it, a muscle ticking in his jaw, before crumpling it and tossing it out the window. Without a word, he pressed the button to raise the partition between us and Lorenzo. The moment we were secluded, Luca's lips crashed onto mine. The pent-up tension from the evening exploded between us. His hands roamed my body, igniting every nerve ending. I responded with equal fervor, losing myself in him. The drive home was a blur of heated kisses and wandering hands. As soon as we arrived, we barely made it through the front door before Luca had me pressed against it.

I just cross the room, pulling him into a desperate kiss. It’s not slow, not gentle. It’s raw, fueled by everything that just happened, by the rage and fear and relief of being here, with him. Luca doesn’t question it. He just holds me tighter, kissing me back like he already understands. When we finally break apart, my forehead rests against his, our breaths mingling. “They want me to find a girlfriend,” I whisper, the words tasting like poison in my mouth. Luca’s body stiffens, but his hands stay firm on my waist. “And what did you say?”

I was now addicted to his kisses. You're only addicted because his kisses are just like Luca's Oh shut up It's true you two weren't on speaking bases just a week ago and now you're all lovey dovey Just shut up okay He only kisses you because you taste just like his ex girlfriend. I'm beginning to think his ex girlfriend showed up in his dream the night Luca showed up in yours cause I remember before you went to sleep that night you two weren't speaking to each other and suddenly the next morning he said he wants to rekindle your relationship. He's just using you like you're using him don't get too attached to him cause he'll end up breaking your heart like Luca did besides he's also called X