Drea De.matteo Nude Novels & Stories

Then, a lazy grin curls his lips, cocky and boyish all at once. “Well, well,” Matteo drawls as he saunters closer, crouching at the edge of the pool so we’re eye-level. His voice is low and teasing, threaded with mischief. “Fossette. Didn’t think I’d find company up here tonight.” I force a smile, trying not to squirm under the weight of his gaze. I’m literally in my underwear, lace, white, practically see-through now that it’s soaked and clinging to every curve of my body. A beat of embarrassment flares hot in my chest, but I push it down. Because tonight, I don’t want to care.

One hand he held a gun in as if it were a pencil rather than a weapon. He was breathtakingly handsome as he stood there shirtless. The kind of beauty that caused you to doubt your own sanity. However he exuded danger so strongly that I wanted to run. Bad idea. Matteo was behind me. A young woman knelt on the floor, trying to cover her bare chest while crying, her breasts we're almost spilling out.She was trembling too much. Her waist was uselessly encircled by her bra. Her mascara had made her face look like a terrifying painting and blood had streaked her cracked lip.

A gasp erupts in my throat when my dress is ripped apart, and my back lands on the bed. Matteo is on me in a matter of seconds, his gentle eyes savoring my naked body. And I lay bare and open to him—confident. Not afraid to show off my scars. Matteo did that. He made me realize how beautiful I am. How strong I am.

The burn made Elias’s eyes water, but his cock leaked a steady stream across his stomach, betraying him. Matteo stood abruptly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His monk’s robe was already tented obscenely. He unbelted it and let it fall. His body was a map of violence and devotion: scars crossing his chest, a thick treasure trail leading down to a cock that made Elias’s throat dry. Heavy, uncut, flushed almost purple, a fat vein running the underside. Bigger than Luca by far. Matteo spat into his palm and slicked himself once, twice. Then he notched the head against Elias’s hole and pushed.

A long, timeworn oak table dominates the space, set with tarnished silverware and crystal glasses that catch the dim light of a flickering chandelier. Rich, dark draperies and intricate wallpaper create an atmosphere of gothic refinement. Yet the room's true inhabitants—a pack of werewolves—command attention. Their eyes gleam with a feral intelligence, and their skin lit by the soft glow, hints at both wild beauty and latent danger. They were everything I was expecting and more. Beauty was something I was inherently used to as a vampyre, but never I've I ever seen a collective one as such. Wild hairs, sculpted face, hard eyes and beautiful eyes.

Even though she wasn't William's actual mate, being regarded as such felt undeniably good. "Wow, you're real!" the person exclaimed. "Most of us have never seen you, so we were starting to believe that our Alpha finding his actual mate, and not some political match, was just a rumor." "Indeed, I am very real and eager to see my mate. Could you please direct me to his study?" Natasha replied, adding a touch of pride to her words. "Yeah, sure, it’s right up there, then turn left. I’m Daphne," she said, extending her hand.

Mew nodded his head and said "I know either than Filo, no one can stand my energy, that's what I told to my pack elders. If I continue the matting process for my sake, he might die." Zee interrupts the serious conversation and said "Again. I don't understand. How is that possible to mate a male??" Mew sighed and said "That's not important here because that's never gonna happen. so we can't go further about that thing." Zee said "Ok. Even though I am curious. I will search for some information." Ohm shooked his head in disbelief and said "Suits yourself." Mew asked all "Ok then how is your Luna's doing.?"

He had a serious look on his face and appeared as if whatever they were talking about was indeed serious, however, the girl was giggling half of the time and I felt my wolf nearly jump through my skin when she touched my mate's arm. I took in the appearance of the girl, briefly looking her up and down. Her hair was short only reaching to her shoulders, hair black as the night. She wore a rather very short skirt and provocative top, I snarled mentally at the thought of her trying to get the attention of my mate. My mate. 'This bitch better know our mate is ours alone,' Patrice growled. I just cleared my throat to catch their attention and my mate's eyes darkened as he scanned my body.

“I can bring you mine, Ari.” I turned my head to the left and found Matteo standing over me, a huge smile on his face. He wore a three-piece suit, very much like the one his papa wore. Weird for a boy our age, unless you were Matteo Vitale or any other mafia prince. It was actually comical to see them all running around in suits… Well, except for Nikola. He threw his suit into the pool, refusing to wear it. Rolling my eyes, I folded my hands under my head and sunk a little deeper into the grass. “No, thanks.”

Making my way in, Addison sauntered her way to Jace before pulling him in for a long kiss that made my stomach twist in an unruly manner. She was dressed in a nude dress that hugged her like a second skin, her stiletto heels in place, her makeup was done to perfection and her well-manicured nails were on display as she spread her hands on Jace's broad shoulders. Yeah bitch, kiss your man while you can. I thought mentally rolling my eyes at her.