Lucah Suami Isteri Novels & Stories

ucapku pelan takut membangunkan yang lainnya. "Tentang apa, ya, Mbak?" "Sst ... Jangan keras-keras, nanti yang lain bangun." Kami pun ngobrol dengan suara pelan sekali. "Tentang suamiku dan istrimu." bisikku. "Maksudnya?" "Kamu nggak cemburu istrimu dekat-dekat dengan suamiku?" "Kan mereka kakak adik, Mbak. Wajarlah kalau deket," jawab Rafli polos.

He got to his feet and approached her, "I was waiting so we could have dinner together. You missed lunch and I'm disturbed you would be greatly famished" Nica's face flushed and she moved her legs to the ground so she was in a sitting position. She inquired with her brows raised, "Really? You're such a husband" Luca's face turned ugly instantly and she noticed. "Hey," She called and he responded to her, "Don't call me husband, okay? I want to make it official to the world with you and me together. I don't want rumours out before it happens, you don't know who might be listening when you call me that"

"You used to be so in love with her son when did you all of a sudden..." Luca turned around with an intimidating glare, he walked back to her. Stopping before her he stared deeply into her eyes. "Mother I have found my mate, the woman made for me, the woman I am married to." He told her, "whatever it is you think i had for Freya when I was much younger was infact childish infatuation." He scowled in disgust. "Please refrain from bringing it up again." He warned intently, eyes hardened. "But..."

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."

“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: