Arryn Zech Nude Novels & Stories

(AURIANNA'S POV) For a few seconds, my brain stops working. Like, genuinely stops. Zayne is standing there, completely naked, water still dripping down his chest, his wet hair slicked back like something straight out of a goddamn cologne commercial. Droplets slide down the ridges of his abs, over the sharp V-line of his hips, and further-oh my God. My mouth goes dry. I've seen him naked before-unfortunately, that memory from Natasha's apartment is permanently burned into my brain-but this is different.

She opened her eyes to the sound of the shower pouring. Aramina smiled, but as she tried to stand up, she felt a sharp pain down there. The soreness was real, but she was satisfied. Zach stepped out of the bathroom in his naked glory. “Hello kitten,” he greeted as he gave her a peck on her forehead. Aramina blushed to the roots of her hair and covered her face with the blanket. “Put on some clothes, candy,” she whispered, but he heard her and chuckled.

Aynyra strutted to the water's edge before pulling off her shirt, kicking off her boots and eventually pulling off her pants. Though she had dirt on her skin and scratches up her arm, she was beautiful. Rhae didn't care about any kind of mud, she was in shock and the goddess that stood before her. Beauty incarnate. Aynyra turned and strode into the water, sending soft ripples away from her legs. Rhae's jaw dropped at the perfectly shaped behind that Aynyra possessed. Her back curved in the perfect way, displaying her curved hips and perfect waist. Rhae followed suit, pulling off her own clothes and strolling to the water behind Aynyra.

“We’re getting in the hot tub. How clothed we are is up to you.” “Are you serious?” Pierce asked in disbelief. He could’ve sworn he was in trouble for showing up high and causing a scene at the dinner table. “Clothes on, or clothes off, Pierce?” “Off, girl. Did you even have to ask?” Arianna giggled and quickly shimmied out of her dress, revealing her tiny nude body to Pierce. Pierce hungrily checked out his partner as he worked his tuxedo off.

Total fail. Now wearing his underpants, Zeath moseys to the bed and dives into it. He leans against the headboard, his lower body disappearing under the covers while his ripped upper body loudly calls to me. I can’t help but stare at those abs of his through the mirror. What kind of workout routine does he engage in to look like fucking Ares coughed down from ancient Greece sky? Still, it’s all just another distraction and sex bait. As Zeath now closes his eyes, I head to the bed and sit by his side before opening the first aid box on the side stool.

The woman is a mumbling, moaning mess. I can barely discern her words beyond, “Daddy, please. Daddy, more. So good. You’re so good.” She’s saying it over and over on repeat, splintered now and then by a sharper wail or a moan so loud her voice breaks. I freeze in the doorway, overwhelmed by what I’m seeing. Archer’s totally naked. His thigh muscles are quivering with each thrust. His tone abs are tight. A thin layer of sweat covers his entire body, making him glisten in the light.

There was no way she was going to let loose in front of a room full of strangers. "I'm not sure I should do this," Ariana said, confirming my intuition. I didn't need to see her face to know that she was wearing a nervous look. "Here, why don't I start," Zoey said. She lifted her little green dress over her butt, exposing a pair of black, thong panties. She quickly slid them down her long legs. Again, she gave me a little wink when she saw me staring her way. I know I shouldn't have been aroused, but after everything I'd seen so far and with Scarlett wrapped around my back, I was already on edge. Plus, like I said, Zoey was gorgeous. Getting to see her bottom-less was quite a treat.

But he was wrong. It was a video of Andrés having rough anal sex with Lena. Though her face wasn't visible, Tarzan knew her body too intimately—the arch of her back, the curve of her hips, the way she moved. His dazed gaze slowly lifted from the screen to Andrés’ smug face.

"You silly girl. You used to sell your body for money. Now, you used it again just to get hold of Ethan's wealth, right?" Aria didn't talk back and stood still like she was frozen. Sabrina and Gabriel were on their way to the kitchen as Janine smirks and shows them photos of Aria's nude body online. Her young and nude body online. Ethan, who seems to be awake, finds Aria shaking.

I hesitated for a beat, then slipped mine through his. And as we stepped outside into the chaos—flashes popping, voices shouting, questions flying—I kept my head high. Because I wasn’t the frightened little girl locked in closets anymore. I wasn’t the ghost of Moscow or the number on someone’s kill list. I was Aryn. Wife of a mafia king. Dressed like a goddess. And I was fucking done hiding.