Rob Lucci X Reader Novels & Stories

Luca looked like he wanted to kill me. And my body, by the way, was doing it's own thing. My nipples had hardened, and my pussy was pressed right on the thick muscled thigh he had placed between my legs. I was aroused. I could feel the heat and the moisture gathering itself there. Could feel my lips swell. And I needed relief. If he wasn't giving it to me, then I was going to find it elsewhere. But could I, though? Only Luca elicited this kind of reaction from me. Only him.

“You’re awfully brave for someone who was crying five minutes ago.” I ignored him. I wasn’t crying. I was just showing my disappointment and anger. But they wouldn’t understand that. Luca folded his arms. “There’s an underground casino in Rome. Lorenzo owns it. He goes there every weekend like clockwork. We need to know what he’s planning.” “And you want me to just walk in there and flirt with him?” I snapped. “What do you think this is? Some spy movie?” Because they would either be insane or extremely crazy to expect that of me.

"You have no idea." Without further preamble, he guided himself between my parted lips. I groaned at the taste of him, salt and musk and something uniquely him. My hands came up to grip his thighs as I took him deeper, relishing the way his breath hitched. "Fuck, Luella," he growled, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Your mouth is sin incarnate." I hummed around him, amused. Coming from a vampire to the daughter of Lucifer, that was quite the compliment. I focused on the task at hand, determined to make him lose that famous control of his.

With gritted teeth and a pitiful expression painted on her face, Victoria spun on her heels and left without a word. Ava stood in place, momentarily baffled by her sudden retreat. She picked up the gift bag she had brought for Alexander and left the mall. --- At the villa, Hugo was lounging on the couch, phone in hand. He read a message from a friend and chuckled. "[Why is Lucca in New York today?]" Everyone in the industry knew Lucca Reinaldi, the notorious playboy from Italy, whose name was often splashed across tabloids beside some scandal or glamorous affair. Even Alexander had heard of him.

“Check what our innocent little princess is reading.” Luca caught it one-handed. His eyes scanned the screen, and a low, dark chuckle rumbled from deep in his chest as he read a filthy line aloud. The explicit words hung thick in the air…descriptions of being stuffed full from both ends, dripping and gagging and coming apart.

“I-I just had an accident. I bumped into—” “Don’t lie to me, Gianna.” His voice dropped lower, firm enough to make my chest ache. “I can tell when you’re lying.” With that, he sat down beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat of his body seeping into mine. Of course, he was Leandro De Luca. The man didn’t only read balance sheets and boardroom strategies. He could read people, me included. Fighting that certainty in his voice felt useless. My lips parted, ready to confess, but he cut me off before I could.

Ricci, Luca, Matteo. Three men forged from blood and lies were now tethered by a threat we couldn’t even name. And somehow… I was in the center of it all. I heard the soft click of the door and glanced over my shoulder to find Luca stepping onto the balcony. He was dressed casually for once, dark joggers and a plain shirt but he still carried himself like a king. “How’s your torso?” I asked, nodding toward the spot where the bullet had grazed him over a month ago.

I called. The door opens just enough for Elianna’s head to pop through. “Am I interrupting?” she asks, eyes scanning the room before landing on me. “You look like hell.” Luca exhales a small laugh and stands, tossing the tape roll back into his bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says. “Tomorrow?” I blink. He slings the strap over his shoulder. “Every other fighter in Rome wants a shot at Belva.” A small smirk. “You’re making us some cool cash.”

Liam's whole body was littered with red hickeys and teeth marks. Lucas put his hand on the zipper of his jeans and looked up at Liam. "You… You can". He consented verbally just like Lucas wanted and he didn’t waste a single moment to open the zipper. Liam saw those eyes. The eyes of a predator. A hunter. A Hungry Wolf. He tried to keep his eyes open but he lost the moment Lucas nuzzled his nose on the bulge at his briefs. That... That was the most intoxicating scent Lucas had ever smelled. He was snuggling his nose more and deeper on the briefs to take as much as the musky scent in his system.