Luke Macfarlane Nude の小説・ストーリー

“Luke Hunter is a dangerous man. He was so obsessed with you that he kidnapped you and locked you in a bunker, he did everything to brainwash you into believing he was the only person you could ever love.” I stared at him, my eyes wide with fear, he pulled me close, mistaking my fear for belief in his story. He sat me down slowly and opened a drawer, pulling out a pile of intimate photos of Luke and me in that very bunker. They were photos of different positions and angles.

"You're sick, Rusty. If you publish that, you'll ruin yourself too. Karla was right, you're an idiot. You can't burn me without burning yourself. Do you think your father will be proud to see his son fucking another man?" I clicked my tongue, shaking my head as my gaze swept over his face. "Oh, Luke... always so naive," I chuckled. "Who said I'm in the videos? I took care to edit every second. In the recordings, only you are seen, fucking a man whose face isn't recognized. How do you think that will look? You look like a cheap whore charging for services under the roof of a cheap hotel." Luke's eyes went wide. The terror I saw in Luke was more exciting than any drug, giving me back the sense

When she got back up on the deck, she spotted Luke right where she thought he would be, behind the helm, but this time, he was wearing only shorts, while his torso was naked. At this moment, Sarah could swear her jaw dropped to the floor from the sight in front of her. Luke was… he had… the most exquisitely shaped body she had ever chance to see. Not that she has seen many in-person… but every tight muscle in his body was tensed under that perfectly sun-tanned skin; every move he made only intensified the beauty of it. He was graceful, and pure strength seeped out of his every pore. Even from a distance, he made Sarah want to do nothing less but jump his bones right then and there. They were

I whimpered at the knots of pain and need that formed in my stomach. A light knock comes from the door, breaking us out of our thoughts. Rushing over swinging the door open,stood Luca. He had a bottle of water and some protein bars in his hand. He stood there shirtless with only a pair of sweatpants on. Sweat was dripping down his chest and face from training,he never looked so good before. Standing there naked in front of him, he pushes us back into the room closing the door behind him. A purr left me from his slight touch making him move closer. “ I have to leave if you don’t want me to help Alice. If I stay I won't be able to control myself.” he voice was deeper than usual

Mathilda explained. "No! She is lying. I didn't kill her and what proof she has." Athena was confident that without any proof police won't touch her. "I have all the proofs of your illegal supplying of drugs and killing innocent children." Celestine nodded her head to Brad and he plugged the USB into the big projector. It was a short video clip where she choked a 10 years boy to death and threw his body to the wolf. The big screen flashed with photographs of Athena taking money for drugs and dagger in her hand.

he winked "Now lie down without saying anything or I'll regret this and go home. With a smile on my face, I wait for Luke to come down from his legs to do what he has asked for, without complaint. Watching with curious eyes as the child took off his shoes and socks and then take off his pants leaving him in his underwear. A smile settled on his lips when the child began to tremble just at the moment he was going to remove the boxer. "You can remove it without fear, you send "he smiled sideways. Luke looked at him angrily but did not say anything, just nodded taking off the boxer and widening his eyes when he jumped. He swallowed hard and without looking at the major took it between his finge

the scar-faced man ordered and these two nodded right away. Once again, this Luke took something from the drawer to one of the desks. It was a camera. He took off the SD card and inserted it into the computer. As the screen lit up, the loud moaning I heard from the recorder came in visually. My mind was screaming loudly but my lips were pursed the entire time. There on the bed were Franco and Emily both naked and in the middle of steaming sex.

Downward dog position, ass high in the air, legs spread a little wider than strictly necessary for yoga, pretending I didn't hear the heavy footsteps approaching from the hallway. “Elara.” His voice is perfectly calm. Too calm that always makes my pussy clench hard and instant. I hold the pose a second longer, then slowly lower to my knees and look over my shoulder, blinking innocently. “Yes, Uncle Luke?” He is standing in the wide archway, arms crossed over his broad chest, wearing gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips and a black T-shirt stretched tight across his shoulders. His jaw is clenched, eyes darker than I have ever seen them—storm-blue and locked on me like a predator who is f

Luke brought out his phone and transferred $10 million to the account from one of his numerous accounts which didn't bear his name. Luke brought his face closer to the doctor's face,the doctor was still in a trance, staring in the doctor's eyes."Now listen to me,A good man paid for Mariana's sister's hospital bills,he is just a good Samaritan who loves to help the needy,the good man paid extra for her sister's treatment incase you need anything, treat her sister well, make sure she survives,you never met Luke Cage today,he is just a person you love watching on the television,you never knew Good men still existed in this world." After compelling the doctor ,he sensed that someone was coming b

Luciano Romano, king of broody stares and quiet intensity, is humming while he cooks breakfast. I sit up slowly, clutching the blanket around me like I’ve been dropped into a winter survival scenario. The loft is bright — too bright — with natural light pouring through the massive windows. Luke’s kitchen looks like something out of a magazine, all dark marble and matte black appliances. And right in the middle of it is him. He stands barefoot in grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt, stirring something in a pan. His hair is messy, curls falling onto his forehead. He looks soft. Human. He looks… comfortable.