Lucas Black Shirtless 소설 & 이야기

Her legs were hurting like hell from fire as she couldn't move. She stick to that spot as she continued weeping profusely. If only she had listened to Francesca! If only she wasn't desperate! She wouldn't have found herself here. She's trapped in the devil's web where she can't get out ever again... ★★★★★ NEXT DAY* TRAINING GROUND* Lucifer was in his own personal training ground, as always, he was claded in black armless top revealing his tattoos on his arm and a black trousers. He wasn't putting on an hat like he always do!

She could not tell if it was a dress or a robe. She was even more surprised to not have noticed before that Lucas too was not in his black and white North Atlanta High blazer and jeans but was also clad in a similarly bizarre fashion. He had on a white pasty long-sleeved V-neck shirt and brown pants that were fastened with laces around his ankles. Natasha was quickly studying the rest of her surroundings. The bed; the bamboo walls; the earthen floor; the grassy roof; a half-open window letting in light revealing it was daytime; some towels; a barrel of water and then back to Lucas.

shirtless. Sweat glistened on his skin, highlighting every defined muscle of his chest and abs. His workout pants hung low on his hips, and his hair was damp, pushed back from his face. I stared because I couldn't help it. The man was undoubtedly gorgeous, and apparently he'd been training so early in the morning. A low growl rumbled from Lucian's chest, and his hand tightened on mine almost painfully. "Elias," Lucian said, his voice cold. "Put a fucking shirt on. This is a family-friendly area."

Bianca furrowed her brows, she makes an effort to pull her hand off his tight grasp. “Stay still!” Lucas requested, scanning his environment. His heartbeat rate increased as he glimpsed some men in black clothing surrounding them. Bianca's jaw dropped as she gazes at some men in black clothing lurking around a corner. “Who are they?” Bianca let out, her brows knitted in a frown. “I have no idea… get in the vehicle!” Lucas ordered, he tilts the pistol in his pocket. “What if they are friendly guys…. You get sensitive to the simple stuff.” Bianca eyed him boldly. Lucas ignored her, he dragged his hawkish gaze to the unknown men surrounding them.

Lillian Montigue:- "Umm, so the boss is up and ready to conquer, huh?" Lucas asked, as he came from behind and nuzzled my neck. He was dressed up in a charcoal sut pant, and I was dressed in white. A perfect combination of devil and angel, and now everyone was aware that I wasn't an angel.

Just as the wheels of my mind turned in different directions, a knock sounded on the door, and a heartbeat later, the door pushed open to reveal the face of the man I desperately wanted to carve with blunt stones. My heart dropped to my stomach as I sat up and looked straight at Luca. Gosh, he was so handsome. He was currently dressed in a black long-sleeved shirt, which was tucked into black loose slacks, but the arms were folded just below his elbows, and in total, I could see that only two buttons below held the shirt closed. From his neck to the top of his belly was bare and open for me to feed my eyes on. The sight of the hair on his chest made me swallow nervously.

Aurelia’s POV Lucien descended the stairs, and my breath hitched in my throat. He had discarded his tailored suit, wearing nothing but a pair of loose, black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He was entirely shirtless. His chest and broad shoulders were a canvas of dark, intricate ink—a sprawling, lethal masterpiece of geometric tribal patterns that wrapped around his left arm like armor, bleeding into a highly detailed shadow of a roaring lion across his pectoral, its jaws open right over his heart.

Minutes later, I stepped outside to find Lucas and Derrick waiting by the gleaming black Rolls Royce. Lucas wore a fitted athletic shirt in a charcoal gray that clung to his frame, showing every muscle. Paired with track pants, he looked effortlessly powerful, every inch the confident man I was still getting used to seeing this way. Derrick was dressed similarly, his hair slightly tousled, yet he managed to look just as put together. Lucas’s gaze swept over me, his brow furrowing slightly. “Isn’t that a little… revealing?” I raised an eyebrow, resisting the urge to roll my eyes as I brushed past him into the car. Great—so now he thinks he can control what I wear.

Alexander froze mid-thrust, his thick cock buried deep inside me, stretching my cum-filled pussy. His muscular body tensed above mine as he stared at the doorway. Lucas stood there, eyes wide with shock, one hand still on the doorknob. He was shirtless, wearing only black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the growing bulge between his legs. His messy dark hair and sharp jaw made him look dangerously similar to Alexander, but with a leaner, more predatory edge.

The sun burned warmly across my face while the wind shifted softly through the garden trees. For a moment, things almost felt calm. Then a shadow blocked the sunlight. Of course. I didn’t even open my eyes immediately. “Go away.” “No.” Naturally. I cracked one eye open. Lucas stood over me shirtless and glistening lightly with sweat like some kind of deeply irritating Greek tragedy. Black workout shorts hung low on his hips, and there was a white towel draped around his neck. His chest rose steadily from exercise. Unfortunately, my eyes noticed this against my will.