Lucius Malfoy Hot Novels & Stories

Then I took off my jeans and got into bed. “What the hell am I doing?” I lay down still with the paper in my hand. The more I thought of it, the more my heart went wild. I pulled the blanket up my chest and read the spell in silence then I put it back in the pocket and closed my eyes. Damn it, I’m going to regret this. “Hey. You came.” Lucius was in bed only in his black boxers. Damn, he was ripped and hot. Those strong biceps and thighs made my pulse race. His broad chest and eight-pack abs were calling me for a touch.

My heart beats so hard and loud I swear its going to shoot out of my chest. Before I can even think of a response, Luc is inches from my face. His eyes blaze red, his nostrils flare. I guarantee if I bite my tongue and draw blood he’ll be in an absolute frenzy. And fuck… I think I want that. Hmm, wrestling with Luc… “Could you possibly be any more sexy,” I question, then immediately wonder what the hell has come over me. I have an incredible hot as fuck mate at home, this is betraying her. But one look at his dark hair, falling just over his eyes and pale skin, his strong hands and--

I can feel it’s warm, cradling me. “Get your fucking hands off my mate!” Lucius’s deep, husky voice comes behind me. His voice sounds so cold and dark. Me and the dark alpha both turn our heads towards Lucius. He is standing on his two feet, chest rising and falling as he bares his teeth.

his body is fire. It’s a goal for so many people. That’s why he’s still popular. If not, everyone knows his attitude is fucking mess. My hands kneaded his ass. Firm, but soft to the touch. My eyelids lifted up. Percy was staring right back at me, his eyes narrowed. “You seem to like my ass, Lucian.” I’ll tell you something. I don’t think we’re drunk enough to blame this on alcohol. But i think we will. I flashed him a grin. “Don’t talk, you’ll ruin it for me.”

Tabrett pouted sadly while her mother nodded sadly too. They didn't know the Prince was boiling with anger, his eyes flickering into a red color. So, this was it? Her father is the cause of her pains! That dungeon contains different disasters, that explains the silver black dots and marks on all her body. Luna Howell rushed to him, as if she noticed the temperature of the room was growing hotter. "Lucius!!" She shrieked and Prince Lucius almost flunked her away with anger. She tried to touch him and he held her hand fiercely but his mother maintained her cool, it was his first time so it might look like this but she was sure the next time won't be very cool; she just prayed he wouldn't be wi

My heart was being torn into pieces and I did not know where to vent! Marcus… yes! He is the one who cause all these. He might have a solution. I left the room in hurried steps after ordering Liam to take good care of Camilla. Only Marcus had the answer to this puzzle. I went to the basement with a bucket of cold icy water. I did not hesitate and poured it all on the fainted Marcus, prompting him to wake up almost instantly. He had healed quite a bit and he can now speak. “That is very rude of you, Lucien! Is this how you treat your guest?” he grumbled but I did not have time to care about his discomforts. I urgently needed answers.

Iris, in return sat in front of Lucius as she looked brightly smiling at him after realizing that he's a nice guy after he talked with her little brother "It's alright, I just used to save people from danger," Lucius said, averting his gaze from Iris as he took the glass she offered him earlier and gulped a sip. Upon hearing such an angelic and soft voice that Iris never heard before, she suddenly looked at the guy in front of him. Her heart started beating faster making her face redden from the sudden warmth she was feeling inside her body 'Why am I suddenly feeling hot? Goodness! His voice was gorgeous just like his appearance!'

Lucia stepped out of her dress…slowly, deliberately…completely revealing the curves with a wicked smile. She stepped under the water, beckoning him with one finger. Draco followed like a lost puppy, too drunk and aroused to protest. The steam swirled around them as he pressed her back against the shower wall, and their mouths collided again…fierce, hungry, and desperate. Lucia wrapped her legs around him with a soft gasp, digging her nails into his back and moaning sensually as water poured over them. There was nothing gentle about it. It was raw and reckless.

“Such a pity you couldn’t get the tips of your dick past her knees cap.” “I hope Darius loses in this forthcoming vote of popularity.” “I’m not Darius. I’m Lucien. But whether he wins or not. I bet you’ll enjoy the melodrama which will soon be displayed.” Lucien countered. “Hmm… you mean the same display of scandal of your dad, Lucien? Groping her. Such a shameless slut that’s being passed like a soccer ball from father to son.” Jac taunted, and I noticed the shift of energy in Lucien’s aura; the heat that was emanating from his body was enough to bake a mini cake.

Mia quickly logs in. Kiera shoots me a questioning look. I ignore it. “No wonder he’s not into college girls,” a girl jokes. “He’s too hot to handle.” I almost roll my eyes at the comment. The same Professor Lucien who asked me for a blowjob. If only she knew. "Wow," Mia gushes. "He is smoking hot." Kiera and I lean over Mia’s shoulder. I nearly choke seeing the photos on her screen. Professor Lucien is at a bar or club, still in his work clothes—but his suit jacket is off, leaving only his white shirt. The top three buttons are undone, revealing his porcelain-white skin.