Luster A Novels & Stories

His eyes dragged down my body– my shaking thighs, my stomach, my breast still sensitive from my own touch. The pupils in his eyes were blown wide, swallowing the lighter brown I was used to. He looked…hungry. No– Starved. And that hunger washed away the initial embarrassment I felt when he caught me. The air between us thickened, every nerve in my body sparking to life under the weight of his stare. I didn’t dare move. I didn’t dare breathe. His gaze dropped lower to the vibrator on the floor, then back up to my thighs and slowly, deliberately, to my breasts.

He was half-hard the entire time, aching, humiliated, and terrified someone would walk in. Argon worked at his desk like nothing was unusual, occasionally glancing over with those storm-gray eyes that made Luke’s stomach flip. He never said a word about the obvious tent in the front of the frilly skirt. He just let the silence stretch, thick and heavy, until Luke’s face burned hotter than the ache between his legs. By noon, Argon finally stood. “Enough cleaning, Lila. Time for your inspection.” Luke’s heart slammed against his ribs as he rose unsteadily on the six-inch heels. His calves already screamed, but the real fear came from the way Argon’s voice had dropped lower, darker. Inspection.

He turned over and was asleep in minutes. Clara lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling with a secret smile. Her hand slowly slid down between her legs. Her fingers found her pussy — warm, wet, and still sensitive. She touched herself gently, remembering Aiden’s thick cock, the way he made her moan, the way he filled her over and over.

**77 : 19 : 55 : 03** Tick. Tick. “Congratulations,” Aria said softly. “You’re not just a bomb. You’re a networked one.” Lys stared up at the ceiling until the hairline cracked in the paint, resolved into tiny lightning forks. Somewhere below, the tower hummed with life. Somewhere inside her, something counted and waited and sharpened its teeth.

I was holding my book to my chest covering the very evident stain which was splattered across my top right above my bust. I was annoyed at myself as I hastily opened my locker and searched for that one top I keep for emergencies. The sudden force of a heavy back coiled with my back making me fall ahead with my stomach colliding with the end of the locker. I wince looking back and suddenly the entire hall which was filled with students became quiet. My mouth sucked in a sharp breath as I see Kaden. I felt my heart stop as he hands his friends stared at me. I wanted to just lock myself in the locker as he realized he bumped into me.

The secret, The lies, The drama. A perk of being a Clarke. "I guess I am a Clarke now." "True." He teased. He then leaned forward making my pulse raced. It that strange feeling you would get even if you weren't truly alive. I stared into his eyes, Those little stars that dragged me into this in the first place and I saw the depth of his soul and his love for me. His lips touched my cheek. Time stopped. I swore my heart came alive and my breath caught in my throat. Our fingers locked together similar to puzzle pieces. As the soft skin of his mouth left the side of my face, He whispered.

He laughed mockingly, "Just admit it, Wayne…” "Admit what?!" Wayne snorted. "You and Ms. Devon have LQ, right? Lover’s Quarell! That’s why you're becoming a workaholic now." Wayne was stunned by what his friend said. "W-what?! What are you talking about?! LQ? The fuck! For someone who doesn't have a love life like you, you know so much!”

She asked, hanging her sentence in the air. "Miss Stacy Cyrus..." "Yes. Can you please provide us with some ID proof or DL?" She asked as Stacy took out her ID and they scanned it in the computer before giving it back. "Please take the lift and the room is on the seventh floor." She said as she gave her a small white card and Stacy left the reception table. She went for the lift, her body tingling nervously. With her, another two people entered and they left as their floors came. The lift halted at the seventh floor and Stacy came out. There were a series of rooms starting on both sides of the lift.

However, her light laughter abruptly died in her throat when she realized someone was intensely observing her. She tilted her head toward the hallway and spotted Alexander standing perfectly still in the kitchen doorway, his dark eyes locked entirely on her. That strong, terrifying, unfamiliar emotion instantly rushed over her body. She stared back at him like a deer caught in headlights. Surprisingly, his usually scary eyes were no longer frigid; instead, they looked dangerously soft. Her pulse rate skyrocketed as she continued to stare into his mesmerizing gaze, which carried a heavy, possessive emotion she couldn't possibly comprehend.

The city was a blur of lights and movement as Sienna stepped onto the streets, the chill of the evening pressing against her skin. Her mind replayed the encounter from the night before, Lucian’s words echoing in her chest: “Proximity isn’t just about presence—it’s about influence.”