Lux Series By Jennifer Armentrout Novels & Stories

Luca ordered us about for at least an hour hanging lights, making decorations and editing the playlist he'd made of all the Britney Spears songs. "The last thing I want to show you is the base," He said after we had finally escaped. "There are a few people to meet too." "Okey dokey," I chirped. He took my hand and smiled, "You're in a good mood." For the last fifteen minutes, Luca had taken me upstairs to show me his rubber duck collection where we'd had an impromptu secret dance party. When watching Luca twerk to Fergalicious, it's impossible to be in a bad mood.

Down even he was forced to admit he liked her to a degree, the same as everyone else. 'She's too stupid to kill! You may as well put a gun to a newborn baby's head! It's damn near the same thing!' Lux was in the process of sharing her gossip and personal adventures... And probably at least ten drinks in at this point and was still yet to spill a single bit of useful information. And of course that was all being put on Sacha's tab for the night. And that wasn't even including the drinks he himself had so far, the more she talked the more she drank, the more she talked the more Sacha drank.... A LOT more.

She reached her own hand under the table, grabbing his wrist to pull his hand away. Xavier didn't flinch. He caught her wrist, pinning her hand firmly against his own heavily muscled thigh. With his other hand free, he slid his fingers up until they brushed the scalloped edge of her black lace panties. A hot, burning flush of adrenaline flooded Hazel's veins. Xavier continued to discuss the buyout with Arthur, his voice never wavering, his tone steady and professional. Under the table, his middle finger traced the edge of the lace, pressing firmly against the slick heat gathering between her legs.

The first thing she saw was a reception room larger than many apartments. Beyond that, a door opened into a walk-in wardrobe spanning more than five hundred square meters. It was already filled with countless luxury outfits. “This is the newest collection from Roux.” Jace spoke casually. “Roux is currently the hottest luxury designer in the country. These pieces are almost impossible to buy. I got you ten of them.” Rue glanced at one of the price tags. Over one million dollars for a single dress. If she remembered correctly, one of those same dresses had been resold on the secondary market for nearly five million.

He leaned forward slightly, resting one arm on the table as his gaze sharpened. “Is this the Ecofel’s attitude?” he asked, his disappointment evident. The question settled over the room like a weight. “It’s not like that, Mr. Luther,” Lauren said quickly, turning toward him with composed urgency. Her expression shifted seamlessly into one of professionalism, her earlier smirk gone as though it had never existed. “I designed a line of jewelry for the company called From Dusk Till Dawn. Please have a look.” She reached for a folder placed neatly in front of her, her fingers moving as she opened it.

It couldn’t be. And yet, here they were, staring back at me. These were the same hazel eyes that held me still under the club's strobe lights. Just three nights back, those eyes walked me through a room full of unfamiliar faces and then had me completely exposed. The same eyes I’d spent the entire weekend trying and failing to erase. Even out of the leather, even with the glasses perched on her nose and the oversized sweater, those eyes were unmistakably the same. They belong to Lux, the infamous stripper I met three nights ago at Eclipse.

He touched my neck and slid his hands down my breasts. “You’ve gotten prettier, how do you manage to do it?” he said with a frisky tone. “What are you talking about, I don't know you,” I retorted, moving away from him. “You don't need to know me, it's not important anymore,” he replied, grabbing my arms with a firm grip and slamming me to the floor. His tongue grazed my breast as he crawled up to my face and softly bit my neck. “Orders were to kill you, but I figured out it's better to have you for myself once again, Lena,”

My body jerked as tears rolled down my eyes. My juices fought to push the cocks out yet they held firm through the flood and kept pounding my pussy senseless. They kept switching turns until my legs could scarcely twitch. By the time they finished with me, I collapsed onto the bed. My thighs spread obscenely wide with cum leaking from every hole. Yet Louis still snatched a marker. Right at the top of my thigh near my pussy he scrawled bold letters: “A cheap ruined pussy.” Then he snapped photos of every filthy inch of my body.

“Still leaking my cum. Perfect. We’re going out.” “Out?” I asked, surprised. “Yes. I booked a private villa with a heated pool for the afternoon. Caris doesn’t need to know. You’re going to spend the day with your legs spread for me.” ...... The drive to the luxury villa on the outskirts of London was pure torture. Louis made me sit with my skirt hiked up, legs slightly apart the whole way. Every red light, he reached over and played with my clit or pushed two fingers into my sore but still dripping cunt, keeping me on edge without letting me cum.