Novel & Cerita Lucas Black Shirtless

This had to stop. He couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t breathe straight. Every second near Ethan twisted his insides. He wasn’t supposed to want him like this. Ethan was reckless, filthy, always walking around shirtless like temptation in sweatpants. He had no boundaries. No filters. He— “Could’ve just asked for help.” Lucas nearly jumped out of his skin. Ethan stood behind him, hair mussed, wearing only a pair of boxers and that same sleepy, dangerous smirk. “What the hell?” Lucas hissed. “Do you ever knock?”

Dylan hadn't noticed him step out of a room downstairs, and in the name of hotness he was shirtless. Shirtless, shameless, and by all means should be proud of his body. His hair was wet with a towel over his shoulders, like he'd just gotten out of the bath and his world, what a sight it was for Dylan. Lucas packs, gains, and chest with a beauty mark on the left almost made him drool out. Thankfully Theo sneezed again and slapped him back into reality. "You're red. Are there any flowers around?" Lucas asked and Dylan turned.

They looked unbelievably hot. Lucas wore gray sweatpants and a plain black turtle-necked shirt that hugged his body, while Damon wore an army green cargo pants and a white shirt. I raised my head to look at their faces and while Damon looked like she was shocked by the way I looked, Lucas’s face held something much different.

I repeat almost shyly. “Mhm,” he mutters with his nostrils flaring. “W-what about me?” I ask. Lucas take a step closer, his dark head bent and those moody blue eyes locked on mine. He has changed from the hospital gown and is wearing dark jeans combined with a black wifebeater that leaves nothing up to the imagination. His muscles ripple under his sun-kissed skin, and a smattering of dark hair covers his sculpted arms. I can’t help but wonder what else on Lucas’ body is covered with hair. What would it be like to touch him? His body is so strong and inviting and—

Having removed his shoes as he waited for me to kneel upon my pillow. Pausing in front of me, I don’t dare look up. Having learned that lesson firsthand, I fight the urge to do it. That temptation to lift my head and look. A part of me knowing that Lucus was most likely shirtless too. As they were almost always shirtless while in character with me. Chewing on my bottom lip, I force myself to wait patiently. Waiting for Lucus. My pulse racing at what he could have planned for us today since it was just the two of us and nobody else.

"Even gods bleed when their heart is cut deep enough." Her eyes flicked to him with a smirk. "Then are you planning to cut me, Leo?" He smiled at her softly. "No. I’m planning to stand beside you when the world does." At that moment Lucian arrived. But wasn’t dressed for the lounge. No blazer. No tie. He just wore a black cashmere coat over a dark shirt, his collar unbuttoned and jaw tense. He didn’t speak to anyone. He didn’t even look around at all.

"But if you are going to work, you have to wear what I give you." "What is it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Luca stood up, his hard dick still stretching his boxers out. He walked over to his travel bag and pulled out a super thin, black mesh top. It was completely see-through. If I put it on, it wouldn't hide a single thing. "Wear this," Luca smirked, dangling the cloth in front of my face. "If I have to sit across the room and wait for you, I need to continue feeding my eyes."

She swallowed thickly; eyes broadened when her gaze met with the grey pits of rage. "Luca," She mouthed shakily. He stood there with the end of a cigarette between his lips, one hand tucked in his pants while the other held the cigarette, ankles crossed as he smoked. He never smoked. He was wearing a black button-down and black slacks; the first three buttons of his shirt were opened giving a full view of his muscular chest. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows as veins proudly stood out. His hair was a ruffled mess as if he had tugged on them one too many times.

"Can you keep dressing like this?" "Hell no, I feel uncomfortable already" Avery complained trying to lift her boobs up a little since her cleavage was slightly exposed. "Let me style your hair and adjust your make up" Chloe said. "Seriously" Avery rolled her eyes. ______ Outside the large hall, Lucas sat around a corner busy with his phone, and not minding the ladies around him drooling. He look dashingly handsome with his black retro suit on, his black shinny hair was styled backward. His face calm and serious. He was wearing his face mask, yet one could see how perfect his face is.

“Now, please.” Velia saw Lucas sitting on the side of the bed. He took off his coat. Also unbuttoned on both wrists. “P-Please what?” Lucas looked at Velia. “Naked.” *