Drea De.matteo Nude Novels & Stories

Strengthened many as well. But now, as it seems, it was all a big fat lie. You might ask, “UG, why do you say so? It’s so insensitive of you.” Well, let me brief you on this. Like always. Just two nights ago, Capo of the Outfit, Matteo Rossi, had been spotted in New York with two women. As kinky as it sounds, both the women resemble Valeriana Nardiello and Isobel Rossi in ways even the dead minds cannot imagine.

Kadeem begins. Mateo walks from behind the bed and pulls out his phone from his pocket. He scrolls through his phone until he stops at a woman’s picture. He holds his phone up for Kadeem to see. “Is this the woman in you’re your dreams?” He asks. Kadeem’s heart stops for a second, and his breath comes out in a loud “whoosh.” “That’s her,” he whispers. “The woman of my dreams and my fantasies.” Kadeem clears his throat. “She’s also my fitness instructor,” he finishes.

She would greet him as a woman hungry for the truth—and for the man who had just shown her another side of himself. The lock clicked softly. Matteo stepped into the bedroom, the weight of the night still clinging to his shoulders. He tugged off his jacket, loosened his tie, and exhaled. The sight that met him slowed his every movement. Aria lay sprawled across their massive bed, one sheet tangled around her waist, her breasts bare, rising and falling in slow, sleepy rhythm. Her skin glowed faintly from the golden lamp, her hair spilling wild across the pillow. She looked like temptation sculpted by God Himself.

I bit down on the retort on the tip of my tongue, arguing won't get me anywhere. I willed myself to think as the women went about dolling me for Matteo. Revulsion made my stomach churn. The woman dressed me up in barely-there shorts and a see-through camisole. I was practically naked in this Dread slithered up my spine. Matteo, that sick bastard. Both women finished with my clothes and my hair, then left. The room suddenly went cold. Minutes later, the sick bastard stepped in with a suggestive smile on his face. His eyes traced my body, making the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

I'm short of breath, god I wish I was more fit. "Lacey. Ciao!" His gaze is steadfast, full of confidence. What the hell is he doing here looking all dreamy and dishevelled-in-a-sexy-way in his relaxed roll up top, jeans and loafers? And why am I makeup free, squinting back at him, soaked in sweat? "Matteo!" I say way too enthusiastically, taking a deep breath. His eyes are burning with humour as he hands me the yoga mat and I take it with clammy hands. I can see he's holding a large sketch book, and a pencil is lodged behind his left ear.

Her curly hair danced in the cold breeze as they reached a mysterious clearing. "Who are you?" Stuart queried, touching her shoulder. She turned her body towards him. In the velvety embrace of darkness, she emerged, a captivating enigma draped in shadows. Moonlight traced the contours of her mystery, casting a soft glow on elusive features. Ebony tendrils frame a face veiled in an air of intrigue, eyes gleaming like distant stars, windows to an enigmatic universe. Her silhouette danced with the unknown, a symphony of secrets whispered by the night. A delicate whisper of mystery enveloped her, a chiaroscuro masterpiece painted with whispers of the unseen. In the dark, she was an ethereal tape

I watched as all the maids retreated one by one, leaving the room entirely blank except for the glorious view of my gown, which was the exact color of the moon. *** “Forgive me for waking you up, My Luna-” “I’m not Luna yet,” I corrected one of the maids quickly and drowsily. “Forgive me, my Lady. It’s time for you to start preparing.” Her words struck me hard, making me jolt up from the bed. How long had I been asleep? Oh my! I was undoubtedly an unserious bride if I were reminded of waking up for my own mating ceremony. I quickly got up and let her help me to the bathroom where five young maids bowed as I entered, already waiting so they could help me wash my whole body. Thankfully, I had

Like I said, a true baddie. I heard the sound of the bathroom door creak open and I hid my phone. Stella was quite insecure and she'd be pissed if she found out I was trying to look for my ex-wife. My dick sprang up instantly, and a smile tugged at my lips as Stella stepped into view, completely naked. Water dripped from her hair, tracing a path down her neck, over her chest, and along the curves of her body. Unlike Issabella, who always came out wrapped in a towel like we weren’t married, Stella was bold. She never hid herself from me, and no matter how many times I saw her like this, I never got tired of the view.

I could probably barge in but I don't want to see such filth as her naked, it would be too insulting and disgusting. But it wouldn't be so bad to see her naked, I snickered, and the door to my room slowly opened. When it was finally ajar I wondered if I was being delusional or what but what I saw mystified me, an angel with black hair stood in front of me. If I didn't have to do something important today I would've taken her right here and now. Her hair was dripping with water and her white shirt was wet giving me a full display of her overripped bananas, spotty and hanging precariously from tender stalks.

I was sloppy, I couldn't get on Aria's back again without someone damaging the herbs in my arms so we walked back to the cottages. Aria was quiet the entire time unless for when she assured me that Nymeria was holding on fine and her mate was with her now. They were female wolves lined out on standby around Luna Nymeria's room as we walked past. Nymeria stayed cuddled up on her mate on the bed. Her soft smile playing on her features as we walked in. Even with the initial shock, she was taking this was calmly than I knew most expecting mothers would. Her mate, Alpha Draco peeked up at me and sat up a little. Melanie was nowhere to be found.