Luca Hollestelle Nude Novels & Stories

And standing right there in the middle of the plush rug, fresh out of the shower, was Luca. My breath completely left my lungs. My jaw dropped open. He was completely, entirely bare—except for a single, stark white towel slung incredibly low around his wide hips. The thin fabric was hanging on by a thread, exposing the sharp, lethal lines of his V-cut. His massive chest and rock-hard abs were completely bare, glistening with stray water droplets that were slowly sliding down his tan skin. His dark hair was dripping wet, plastered messily against his forehead, and his silver watch was sitting on the nightstand.

Luca felt like exploding at that moment, and he decided to make him crazy even more by whispering dirty things in his ear. Deciding to peel Blake's covers, he removed his hands from the smaller before pulling his shirt up until it dropped on the floor. He couldn't help but smirk when he caught the smaller staring at his toned chest and chiseled abs. Luca rubbed his own hands to his abs before pinching his own nipples, deciding to tease the drooling male under him.

"Oh no he didn't. I hope for your sake Luca that this is not true" The headline reads 'Moviestar Luca Levine caught with prostitutes', and despite promising myself to always trust him I can't stop myself from pressing the link. Immediately wishing I hadn't. There they are, pictures showing Luca in a hotel door, shirtless. Two cheap looking skanks leaving, smiling and waving at him. Apparently someone snapped pictures of them leaving his room after what is described as a long night. I shut off my phone, feeling my heart pound like it is going to break itself to pieces. He wouldn't do that ... he wouldn't do that ... I keep repeating the mantra in my head or I am sure I would go insane.

Ella says, leaning forward to give Ariel a kiss on the cheek before turning away. Cora and Daphne stand quietly while Ariel lets her eyes travel over the images. She grows visibly pale, her lip starting to tremble even though she tries so, so hard to keep it together as she sees Luca with a beautiful young brunette clasped to his chest, Luca standing on a bar singing and spraying champagne over other club-attendees, Luca slumped at a table with twelve gorgeous women around him, flashing a peace sign towards the camera.

Matteo Rossi POV I go very still. It's Luca. No mistaking it. The curve of his neck, the way his dark hair falls just so over his forehead when he's focused. He's shirtless, skin pale under the vanity lights, muscles shifting as he adjusts something on the counter—a bottle of oil, maybe, or lotion. His pants hang low on his hips, revealing the dimples at the base of his spine. He's humming softly, some tune I don't recognize, oblivious to the world beyond this curtain.

" The door clicked shut behind him. **** The desert rolled by in a blur of dust and dead grass, The sun was setting casting a soft golden glow over the quiet road and for a moment Luca slouched in the backseat, sunglasses hiding his bloodshot eyes taking in the peaceful stillness and the gentle breeze sending some signals of relaxation and relief down his spine. Daniel scrolled through the latest headlines: LUCA MORETTI: STALKER OR SCORNED LOVER? INSIDERS POINT TO MORETTI’S ‘GOOD BOY’ IMAGE AS A LIE.

he asked, his voice eyes tinkling with amusement. "You did," I giggled. "Mmmm. So why are you still doing it?" He asked, his voice teasing. He palmed my ass, giving it a gentle squeeze, and I squealed, both surprised and delighted. Hours had passed since we finished our food, but we were both still awake. Luca was hunched over his laptop, immersed in his work, the screen illuminating his face, while I was using his iPad to continue watching my anime episodes. Luca looked like a very powerful sex symbol with the glasses he had on, no shirt, messy and overgrown wolf cut sitting atop his head, inked skin, low hanging grey prints. So hot. It was hard to concentrate on the show with him sitting r

The studio smelled of turpentine, linseed oil, and something darker, like raw wood and male sweat. I stood completely naked on the small platform in the center of the room, late afternoon light pouring through the tall windows. Luca sat on his stool a few feet away, charcoal in hand, his intense gaze moving over every inch of my body. He was reclusive, famous for his moody paintings, and I had agreed to be his muse for the summer. “Hold still, Anna,” he said, voice deep and commanding. “Tilt your chin slightly higher. Yes, like that. Arch your back a little more. Show me those beautiful curves.”

He stood there expressionless like he was facing the media at a press conference. Luca held up his phone and hesitated to snap the picture. Toto’s arms trembled as he held it up. His arms were getting sore from the long wait. “Luca, what’s taking so long?” Luca silently put down the phone. “It’s ugly.” “What?! Ugly?! How can Ms. Stanton ever be associated with that word?! She’s the Beautiful Goddess Nicole!” Toto was offended and lectured Luca. Luca narrowed his eyes. “You’re ugly.”

Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly need this . May be I will finally be able to grow some balls against his abuses” “Joel doesn’t teach that”. Cuts in the hoarse voice which seemed familiar. Her face still fixated to the book in her hand, making a peripheral vision, she glanced surreptitiously as in out of the corner of her eyes to see the person who spoke to her. “Joel Osteen is a wonderful writer and you can also look at me direct” he said making mockery of her indirect glances. “ I am not afraid to look at you" she blurted still keeping her head downturned.