Rob Lucci X Reader Novels & Stories

“Lunch is ready!” They stood reluctantly, hands lingering before they let go. --- Afternoon deepened into a golden haze. In the study, Nickey leafed through an old book, trying to steady his mind. The ledger lay nearby, waiting, reminding. Trina entered silently, gliding across the carpet. “What are you reading?” she asked, perching beside him, her thigh brushing his. “Old stories,” he muttered. But his eyes betrayed him, drawn to her lips as she leaned closer.

Sally comments, “All things considered, inconsiderate.” “Hello!” Rica safeguarded Luke, “Watch what you say.” “Truly? Young lady, he just reported to everybody here that both of you are not dating. Are you actually safeguarding that piece of sh*t? You’re on some significant degree of masochist.” Sally calls attention as she takes a chug from her brew. Rica wavers. However, she takes snatches Sally’s lager and chugs from it, nearly purging the container, Sally comments, “You do you. This is really the main time I like you.”

"We're all ears" I glanced at the both of them and my gaze fell down on sleeping Diego in my arms. It's time to accept what I didn't wish to hear, anyways at least at the end of it all I'll get my best friend off my neck over this mystery book. "Shattered Hearts, Chapter one. Let the story begins" she smiled and I relaxed my back and waited for her to read the story. "Luciano was a nerd in highschool with brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. He..." she continued reading and the more she read the more I was picturing myself to be Luciano.

He let loose his grip against my neck, but I froze, feeling his finger trail idly slowly against my lips. My senses wavered, I was alarmed, but my body defied any form of reasoning, this was luca ricci. Why was I aroused by his touch? His gaze flickered towards my heaving chest, the air narrowed and made my breathing difficult, but then something crossed his gaze… Not anger, Even darker, his eyes had spot my hardened tits. Shit. Fuck… bloody fuck. “You disgust me.” I spat, in a desperate attempt to cover my shame,....

My arms seized her ankles, and I pulled them back behind her, her knees bending towards her shoulders and exposing her steaming vulva in the dim, humid light of the room. I do not enter. I hammered down on her. “FUCK!” I roared as I buried myself to the hilt in one all-devastating thrust. Lucia's scream wasn't of pain but a guttural scream of sheer culmination. “OHHH! DAMIEN! YOU'RE SO BIG..FILL ME! FILL ME UP!” It was her vulnerability, so full of longing that fueled the fire, that made me lose all semblance of restraint. I fucked her to a rhythm of punishing, sharp strokes.

I was busy reading a book about finance I could literally not give two fucks about on a normal day if not for boredom and the zeal to act busy and engross myself in anything at all when Luca walked into the room. “I am done with my investigation on that man that attacked Elena that night, alpha and there is a particular part that I just can not seem to get my head around so well because it is just so confusing.” He said to me and I immediately took off my reading glasses and then out the book down alongside with the glasses.

Roy ducked it like it was nothing, grabbed the front of Brighton’s harness, yanked him forward, and drove another fist into his stomach. Brighton doubled over, coughing blood onto the floor. Roy’s chest heaved, knuckles split and shining red. His voice came out low, lethal. “Say it again. Call her that one more time. See what happens.” The room had gone quiet enough that I could hear my own pulse roaring in my ears. Then— A hand clamped around Roy’s bicep. Luca. He’d appeared from nowhere—shirtless, still damp from the shower, black boxer briefs slung low, hair dripping onto his shoulders. Muscles coiled, eyes dark.

Rosella's POV "Strip and spread those legs wide," Blake Luca growls, tossing a 9-inch realistic dildo right at my face. I blink rapidly and catch it like my life depends on it, fingers wrapping tightly around the thick silicone shaft before it can smack my cheek. I don’t dare say a word. I just stare at the man standing at the edge of the bed. But God forgive me, Blake Luca is the definition of ‘A man made in sinful flesh…’ tall and broad-shouldered, his body carved like he’d spent every minute of his life lifting heavy dumbbells in the gym.

You ever wonder why sin was irresistible and sweet? Why bad habits were the hardest to quit? Well, I think I just found the answers to those questions in the form of the enigmatic man who sat in one corner of my room. Luca Russo. The ruthless billionaire. Here in my bedroom. Staring— no, rather, glaring— at me with those blue eyes.

🔞WARNING:🔞 This chapter contains explicit smut. ******* Luca's POV: I pounded into the warm cavern of a dye-blond hair girl under me, rocking and thrusting at a stable pace. I watched her fake long eyelashes flutter, and her way-too-red lip gloss parted as she let out endless moans that filled the silent room with a lewd sound.