Lucah Suami Isteri Novels & Stories

"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."

“I just need you to get one thing straight.” He tilted his head, brows furrowing, that annoying smirk still plastered on. “Let me guess—about what happened with Father and your contracted wife? He already told me his side.” Contracted? Contracted. The word burned, and I clenched my jaw. This fucker. “What exactly did that bastard feed you?” I asked, my tone low and dangerous. Luca leaned forward, unfazed. “Said he went to talk to her, and she tried to touch him. Wouldn’t put it past her, considering you married a whore who hid a kid from you while playing house wife.”

“Please, Chef… fuck me. I need your cock inside me while my husband sleeps upstairs.” Luca thrust forward and buried every inch inside me in one powerful stroke. I gasped sharply, gripping the edge of the island as he stretched me open. He was thick and long, filling me completely. He started fucking me hard and deep, his hips slamming against my ass. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with the low hum of the refrigerator. He reached around and rubbed my clit while railing me. “Look at you,” he groaned. “Bent over your own kitchen island getting fucked by the chef while your husband is right upstairs.”

Luca shook his head. "It's not about him." he paused and added "Aurora could have people who despise her in her life,people who are driven by a certain desire" "Are you talking about the men in her life?" "I don't know about them.I only know about Ethan Anderson whom whose shot this morning and Christopher Russell." "There's got to be plenty of 'em who want her.She's got an attractive body" "She's my wife" Luca said in a possessive and angry tone.

Then he pushed her down to her knees in front of him. “Open your mouth.” Elena obeyed. Luca unzipped his pants and pulled out his massive, thick cock. It was bigger than her husband’s, veined and heavy. He slapped it against her face a few times, then grabbed her hair and shoved it straight down her throat. “Fuuuuck,” he groaned. “Take it all, you married whore.”

Sometimes the stronger ones need some pampering too. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s go now. Aren’t you in a hurry now”? Hugo tried to hide his smile too. “Someone is in a hurry today. They don’t want to work today. They want to go home and fuck their wife”. Luca was saying in a singing song tone. Hugo laughed at his antics but yes, he did want to go back and snuggle with his wife. ‘Wife’. He rolled the word on his tongue and he loved the feeling. “Tonight we gonna fuck our wife”. Luca looked at him with a devilish grin making both of them chuckle.

Luca shook his head and sniffed again. "I'm sorry," He wiped his face and fanned it with his hands. "You guys are so adorable that's why." Lia rolled her eyes and rose to her feet. "I think that's the end of our session for today. Say hello to Layla for me." "Who's Layla?" Fernando asked also rising to his feet. Lia pointed at Luca with a smile and then made an impression of a swollen belly. Fernando nodded in understanding and reached for her. Layla was Luca's wife.

If I wasn't mistaken, she was Luca’s wife. "Oh no, Uncle!" Leone laughed, easing the heavy atmosphere a bit. "Let’s not expect that Luca or Niccolo have any hidden children because they don’t. Luca is actually at the top of the list of those who don’t want to have kids." I looked back at Luca’s wife and saw her expression suddenly fall.

They were all caught up in their own power struggles, leaving Luca to fend for himself. I sighed, feeling overwhelmed. How could I navigate all this without losing myself? Or worse, losing Luca? Gabe leaned in, his voice taking on a serious tone. "Carly, I need to tell you something about Luca." I nodded, trying to appear nonchalant. "What is it?" Gabe hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Luca has a mate. A possessive one, for that matter." I raised an eyebrow, trying to keep my expression neutral. "Oh? That's interesting."

Paula clasped her hands on her arms and rolled her eyes at Luca, "Did I make you wait?" Luca listened to her words and playfully took a few steps closer to Paula. "No, I made myself wait!" After saying that, he rested his arm on Paula’s shoulder, slightly raising his eyebrows, "Paula, our friends,one pair is dating and another pair is married, why don't we make a pair together?” Paula slapped his hand away, looked Luca up and down, and said in a nonchalant manner, "Nice try! The two of us can only be in a contract relationship."