Novel & Cerita Lucas Black Shirtless

said Elena when her eyes fell on Luke’s handsome face. She noticed his attire from top to bottom. He was wearing a black jeans with midnight black colored shirt and a dark grey colored blazer. The color of his outfit was suiting his dominating aura and making him stand out. The combination of dark grey with midnight black was complementing his milky pale white skin color and defining his features a lot. The fit of his outfit was defining his well sculpted body, making him look like a beefcake. He kept the starting two buttons of his black shirt undone to kill the girls by showing the bare skin of his chest.

He glanced at Lucas, puzzled. "What do you mean by that, Lucas the Demon," the leader of the men in black shirts asked Lucas coldly. Lucas smiled faintly, and his stunning face remained composed as he said slowly, "Nothing special. I just thought that only by dying will you guys change." Then, Lucas made his move. The tens of black shirt men of the X Organization could not defend against Lucas' attack. "Argh!!!" Accompanied by tens of horrifying shrieks, the tens of black shirt men from Organization X dropped to the ground. It has to be said that they died with their eyes wide open.

“Good day ladies, hope I didn't disturb your little party?” Lucas joked as he walked towards them in calculated strides. He was putting on a black suit with a white shirt underneath. His neck button was left undone and the tie he'd worn out that morning was nowhere in sight. The imperfection of his ruffled shirt as he took the suit off only added to the vibe as it exuded masculinity that was hard to resist.

Lucas had been a shameless tease by taking off every piece of clothing he had on, with the exception of his black briefs that left nothing to the imagination. Rolling to my side, I popped my head on one arm to take a full good look at the delicious man next to me. Lucas lay on his back over the spread towel, hands propped under his head as he watched the sunset slowly. His strong, muscled, tanned body was on full display and the fact that he was almost completely naked did not do much to help keep my imaginations in check. I could not help the way my tongue darted out to lick my lips as my eyes roamed his body carefully.

Lucian was standing right outside the door. The untouched whiskey glass still sat near the windows. He was standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the grey morning light. He had completely discarded his dress shirt, wearing only a plain black undershirt that clung to the rigid, tense lines of his back. Hearing the door click, he turned around.

I know exactly what I'm trying to achieve. My swimsuit is simple… but deadly. A black two-piece. Not overly revealing, but it hugs my body perfectly, and shows my clean lines, and bare waist. Just enough to make someone look twice, or stare like an idiot. Lucas is already waiting in the pool when I step out. And the moment his eyes land on me, he freezes completely. Slowly, he comes out of the pool, still not removing his gaze from me once. His gaze drags slowly from my face… down… then back up again.

The building stood weathered and forgotten, metal doors rusted at the edges, a place where no one would hear you scream. An unsettling chill crept up my spine. I exhaled slowly, gripping the steering wheel. Then, I saw him. Lucas. He stood beside a sleek black SUV, arms folded across his chest. His mirrored sunglasses reflected the setting sun, making it impossible to read his expression. The crisp white shirt he wore had his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, exposing something I’d never seen before. A tattoo. Black ink stretched along his arm in bold, intricate patterns—sharp edges and hidden meaning.

Taking it from him, he smirked at me. “I guess everything you need for it will be in the dresser.” “What are you wearing?” I asked, as Luca turned his back to me. He shrugged. “Slacks and a black shirt.” “This is crap that women have to wear dresses to look professional and guys can wear fucking pants.” Sighing, I went to pull out a black, no show thong and strapless bra. It was a wrap dress with 3/4 length sleeves. It looked like it would stop mid-thigh, allowing me to wear heels.

Lucas said breathlessly. I almost shrieked in horror when I saw Tyler all naked, like the day he was born except for the shirt Lucas was wearing before covering his private part… but the shirt wasn’t appropriate to be identified as a shirt anymore. It was more like pieces of it since it had been shredded when Lucas had shifted into his wolf. “What did you do to him?” I asked and then, pursed my lips, disgusted that Lucas had dared rob a dead body. “Well, what did you expect me to do? Roam around in the forest naked with all those humans staring at my butt?” Lucas asked in bewilderment, staring at me with wide shocking eyes.

The fire disappeared immediately, but before she could see his nakedness, Lucian moved and wore black sweat pants in a blur. “Zeda, what are you doing here?” He asked, surprised to see her. He looked normal again, except for his eyes that were still demon black. Zeda’s eyes drifted over Lucian’s bare, chiseled torso, taking in the delicious dip and curve of his muscles, the broad shoulders, the sculpted chest, the eagle tattoo, the rock-hard abs, the way his sweat pants hung low on his hips, highlighting the perfect V of… She forcefully dragged her gaze back to his face, which wasn't less arresting either.