Lucah Suami Isteri Mga Nobela at Kwento

The woman pointed out. “You said what was on my mind. It’s been so long since my husband fawned over me like that” Another woman gushed, having heard the subject of their discussion. “They are newly wedded. What else do you expect” Another one added just as Iris opened her mouth to tell them they were mistaken. “Luca is a very handsome man but he is even luckier to have someone like Iris to call his wife. She is so pretty and from what I’ve heard from Luca, also smart”

Chapter 30: Dear, Brother. ADRIANO'S POV ~•~ "Luca, get away from my wife," I glowered. "She's your wife?" Luca scoffed. "Well." He paused, meeting my wife's eyes. "Seems like it." "Why are there two of you?" Serena mumbled. "There can only be one of me," Luca cockily smiled. "Like you could ever be like me," I retorted. "Aren't you going to give your brother a hug? After all, it's been years," he said plainly.

“Oh, I’m flattered. You recognized me that fast?” His voice was smooth—too smooth. Like silk laced with poison. “Who the hell are you?” Elias asked, trying to keep his tone steady even as his heart hammered in his chest. “Luca,” he replied, stepping closer. “Lucian’s better half. Or… worse, depending on who you ask.” Elias backed away. “You’re his twin?” “Mm. Estranged, I believe is the polite word they use.” Luca’s lips curled. “He doesn’t like to talk about me. Which is sad. I thought we were close once.”

And Luca had his hands deep in it. “Not tonight,” he said, standing. “Maria wants to watch a film together. I promised.” Luca’s marriage had fared far better than mine—he’d actually loved his wife. Their three sons were already embedded deep in the workings of our ‘ndrina. I liked to pretend I wasn’t envious. That was a d*mn lie. “I keep telling you,” I said with a dry smirk, “get yourself a mistress. Much less hassle than a wife.” “No need,” he said as he stood. “I’ll leave the side pieces to you, cousin.”

I whispered. "Wrong?" Lucas looked exasperated. "There's nothing wrong with a husband fucking his wife, Leah. Now be a good girl and spread your legs. Let's fuck."

Lucas’s family knows that he has a mistress! My husband’s family is tolerating their son and accepting his mistress behind my back!

My hips rolled instinctively toward the source of that devastating heat. My eyes fluttered open, sleepy and unfocused. Luca was between my thighs, his powerful shoulders holding me open, dark hair tousled, eyes burning up at me with raw possession as his tongue worked me. “Luca…” I moaned softly, my voice thick with sleep and need. My fingers slid into his hair, gripping gently. He pulled back just enough to speak, lips glistening. “Good morning, my beautiful wife,” he murmured, voice deep and gravelly. “I woke up starving for this pussy. Couldn’t wait another minute to taste you.”

“Luca… please… harder… fuck me… I’m your wife… show him… show him I’m yours…” Luca fucked her relentlessly, deep, rough, every thrust shaking the bed, his hand fisting her hair, yanking her head back so she faced her uncle, the other hand slapping her ass hard, leaving red handprints, the wet, filthy sound of her soaked pussy swallowing his cock filled the room. “Tell him,” Luca ordered. Isabella’s voice broke. “I’m Luca’s wife… I’m his… fuck… he owns me… he fucks me better than anyone ever will… look at me, Uncle… look at what you sold…”

"EXPOSED: THE SECRET INCESTUOUS LOVE OF LUCA AVANCII & MARIA DOMINIC!" Maria’s stomach twisted as images filled the screen, each worse than the last. A photo of her sitting on the hood of Luca’s car, one leg bent, the other lazily draped over the side—but the angle made it look scandalous. Luca stood between her legs, his hand dangerously high on her thigh. The headline below it read: "A Sister Made for Her Brother’s Pleasure?" The next picture was even worse. A candid shot of Maria arching under Luca’s touch, his fingers skimming her bare back while she smiled, eyes half-lidded. But the tabloid had added a dark, twisted caption beneath it:

"I'm not getting rid of my wife." "Then you're choosing war. My father won't tolerate this insult. The entire Russian Bratva will come down on you. Your territories, your businesses, your men. All of it will burn." She moved closer. "Is she really worth that? This nobody who threw champagne like a child throwing a tantrum?" "She's my wife." "She's your mistake." Isabella's voice turned softer, almost pleading. "Luca, please. We've known each other our whole lives. We understand each other. We're the same. Don't throw away everything we could have built together for some temporary infatuation."