Lustful Paradise

Meanwhile, a short distance away, Lucifer and Layla sat inside a car. They were engaged in a passionate session of kissing and groping each other while enjoying some privacy from prying eyes.

"Mmmmhhmm..." A loud, lustful moan escaped from between Layla's lips as Lucifer fondled her breasts under her top through her bra before pinching one of her nipples hard enough to elicit another excited gasp. "Hmmm... Ahhh! Mmmmhhhnn!"

Layla was lost within her own world at that moment; however, even amidst her sexual haze, she knew they shouldn't waste more time here doing these kinds of things if she wanted to avoid arriving late to the planned trip with friends.

"Nnngghhh! Ahhh... Ohhhh, fuck... W-Wait! We have to stop now... Hmmm... Otherwise, I won't be able to control myself anymore... Ahhh!" She managed to say after breaking free from Lucifer's grasp and catching her breath again. "Seriously... If we continue like this, I'll end up losing all my inhibitions and won't care about anything else but satisfying our desires right here and right now."

"And who was the one who started all this? You're the one to blame for getting me so turned on right now, you know?" Lucifer retorted playfully at her words but still gave her some space to compose herself again. "I wonder what kind of reaction your friends would have if they saw you acting this way."

"Ha! That would be hilarious, indeed," Layla replied with a chuckle as she adjusted her disheveled clothing and tried to fix her hair back into place. "I bet they would freak out and wouldn't recognize me at first. But I doubt anyone would believe it anyway. It sounds too good to be true, don't you think?"

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"True enough," Lucifer nodded with a smirk, remembering how Layla acted around others outside of their family circle. She always maintained an air of coldness, confidence, and seriousness that contrasted with her clingy attitude whenever he was present.

After making sure everything looked normal once more, Layla opened the door and stepped outside, leaving Lucifer sitting inside the vehicle by himself for a moment longer before following suit afterward.

He had parked far away from everyone else so nobody could see what happened inside his car during those brief minutes of alone time with Layla. He also made sure to take precautions beforehand against possible paparazzi stalking either one of them or anyone who might try spying on their private affairs.

After his relationship with Vanessa became official, many gossip magazines and websites started publishing rumors regarding their love lives—both real and imagined ones alike—which caused many unnecessary troubles along the way.

One such problem was that now many paparazzi wanted to get their hands on juicy scandals involving him or any member of his closest family, hoping to make quick money from selling those stories afterward.

Of course, Lucifer wasn't naive enough to believe everything being written about himself or those around him, but sometimes there was some truth mixed among all that nonsense, which made things even more complicated at times.

For instance, a recent story circulating online mentioned a mysterious woman seen entering and exiting his home late at night. The article also included grainy photos taken through the front gate of his residence, showing a dark-haired female.

The identity of said person had yet to be revealed publicly; however, rumors began circulating across social media platforms suggesting it could very well be none other than Vanessa Cruz herself!

Although this particular rumor was indeed true, there were still plenty of false ones making the rounds across the internet as well. Therefore, Lucifer preferred erring on the side of caution whenever possible in order to avoid dealing with unwanted attention from outsiders.

While thinking of all this, Lucifer adjusted his clothing, which consisted of stylish blue jeans paired with an elegant black button-down shirt and expensive leather shoes that complemented his overall look. He also ran a hand through his hair and then made sure to check himself out in the car's mirror before locking his gaze on Layla's figure standing nearby.

She was busy fixing her makeup and looking into a small handheld compact mirror to ensure nothing looked out of place after their heated make-out session.

She was wearing a white crop top that exposed most of her midriff, along with a black pleated miniskirt and thigh-high white stockings, giving her an enticing and youthful appearance that enhanced her natural beauty even further.

Layla noticed Lucifer staring at her and flashed him a playful smile as soon as their eyes met. "What is it? See something you like?"

"Always." Lucifer chuckled and stepped closer toward Layla until he was right beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist affectionately without saying anything else.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

As they walked together toward the pier where Layla's friends awaited her arrival, Lucifer leaned in close against her ear and whispered, "You know... if anyone tries to get too handsy with you during this trip or does anything else inappropriate, don't blame me if I end up breaking every bone in their body."

Layla giggled at his words, knowing full well how overprotective Lucifer could become when it came down to those he cared about.

"Haha! No problem, but did you forget I'm quite strong myself? Also, I'm pretty sure my win-loss record against you is still 257-239 in my favor, so I doubt someone could cause problems for me without ending up regretting it afterward." Layla replied with confidence in her voice, remembering how many times she had beaten Lucifer during their martial arts training sessions.

Lucifer chuckled and shook his head slightly at her statement, "Hahaha... I won't be sure of that if I were you. Remember, I've got those strange powers flowing through me now, making me even stronger than before. So don't get too cocky, or else you're going to find yourself pinned against the ground in no time at all."

"Hmmm, that sounds kinky," Layla whispered to him in a sultry tone as she imagined the erotic implications behind such actions. "I wouldn't mind you dominating me like that."