Luca With The Lid Off Novels & Stories

​ The laptop arrived within moments. My fingers trembled as I reached for the keyboard.​ Every eye in the room was on me, the air so tense it could snap.​ I logged into my cloud account, heart pounding in my chest, the silence around us deafening.​ "Got it," I announced, lifting my gaze to meet Leonard's terrified stare. I gave him a victorious smile, my finger hovering over the trackpad. "Let's listen, shall we?"​ "DON'T PLAY IT!" Leonard lunged forward with surprising speed, snatching the laptop from my hands and clutching it to his chest. His once-commanding presence now reduced to desperate pleading. "Miss Cecilia, we can talk about this reasonably."​

"Now, stop being a dork. You said you had something to show me. What is it?" Luca reached into the pocket of his linen pants—which were surprisingly dry, as he hadn't fully submerged during the rescue—and pulled out a small, amber glass bottle. "The 'thing' I wanted to show you," he whispered, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly register that made my knees weak. He unscrewed the cap, and the scent of sandalwood and eucalyptus filled the small clearing. "Is that you’ve been carrying the weight of this entire neighborhood on your shoulders for forty-eight hours."

His dark eyes flick first to me, sharp and assessing, before landing on Liana. Everything about him changes instantly. His smile turns wicked. “Well,” Luca drawls, pushing off the counter. “You finally brought me something worth looking at.” My jaw tightens. I know he is riling me up but he is looking at her like she is his favourite scoop of ice-cream and he wants to lick her up. Liana, oblivious to the dangerous predator beneath Luca’s charm, smiles brightly and steps forward, holding out the box in her hands. “Hi Luca. So nice to see you again. Here, I baked these for you.” She says sweetly handing the container over.

“Perk up a little, sheesh. Didn’t you get any sleep?” “I’m waiting.” Luca winks. “I have something you might be highly interested in.” “And that would be?” Luca’s eyes briefly shoot toward my friends. “It can’t be discussed in public.” “I’m not—” “Relax. Your ever-so-loyal companions can come with you if they feel the need to. But it’s best if the information dies by their ear.” “Any hints?” I inquire. “At least specify what it’s about.” “Something that you unlock things with,” he deadpans.

Luca whispered, his voice slurred slightly by the whiskey. He walked over to the bookshelves. He pulled out a rare, first-edition volume, examined its pristine spine, and casually tossed it onto the floor. He pulled out another, throwing it onto the desk. One by one, he scattered Adrian's meticulously organized collection, leaving books splayed open on the dark Persian rug. But it wasn't enough. He wanted his presence to be undeniable. Luca walked out of the study, the crystal glass still in his hand, and headed back to his bedroom. He bypassed the empty food trays in the hallway and went straight for his suitcase. He unzipped the side pocket and pulled out his sketchpad and a set of charcoa

"Luca is going to hate every second of this." "He is," I agreed, grinning. He absolutely would, but he would love it too, and that was perfect. When Luca finally arrived, freshly showered, wearing a dark shirt that showed off his broad chest, he stopped at the kitchen door, he paused just inside the doorway. His eyes ran over the balloons, paper hats, the ridiculous cake in the shape of a pirate ship and he sighed, glaring at me. I winked at Sofia, hiding the smile threatening to curve my lips.

Luca replied. Noticing Katalea checking her phone he asked the obvious, “Any idea how long we will be sealed in here? I am feeling highly claustrophobic.” “That coming from a man who is supposed to sleep in a coffin,” Beecher roared, grinned, and punched Luca in the arm. Luca looked down at his arm. The punch was a bit more than friendly, but he let it slide. He looked up at Beecher and was met with a mischievous grin. “I really need some air,” Luca thought, and pretended to smile.

The elder stared toward the collapsing ruins in horror as silver light erupted across the night sky. Because the one thing the councils feared most had finally happened. The sanctuary of Luna had returned.

Luca shot back, sitting up quick, his face paling as he tried to shield me with his body. “Haven’t you heard of rainbow kiss?” his dad slurred, a creepy grin spreading slow across his face. “I’d eat her pussy and swallow her period clot, while she swallows my cum, and then we kiss—mixing the period blood and my warm children in our mouths.” “Ewww! What the fuck!” I yelled, my skin crawling as I bolted upright, disgust twisting my gut. “Hell nah… I’m out of here.” I yanked away from the bed, snatching my gown off the floor with trembling hands, Luca reached out, trying to grip my wrist gentle but firm. “Wait—”

“Lonely? With that pretty pink pussy dripping all over Liam’s bed? Come on, sweetheart. Be honest.” Luca reached down and picked up the still-wet dildo I’d tried to hide under the pillow. He held it up, examining the thick veins and the creamy residue coating it. “This thing is nowhere near big enough for a girl who moans like that,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “You need real cock, don’t you? The kind that stretches you open and makes you scream.”