Kaos Tanpa Lengan Pria Novels & Stories

Maureen openly pointed at the man who seemed to smile very easily at anyone, as evidenced by his greeting to everyone who passed by. The figure, who was not considered Maureen's type, was only wearing pangsi pants, a type of pants that widened at the bottom for pencak silat players. Meanwhile, his bare chest showed the kind of harbor most women dream of. Every curve shiny with sweat molded by bone and muscle was perfectly presented without any fine hair. Not a body builder, but it's enough. "My name Angga, in case you forgot." He said his name again as he extended his hand. Without waiting to be greeted, he grabbed Maureen's fist, unraveling it into a momentary posture.

I can’t explain the wild urge to watch that bastard. After escorting the satisfied and heated girl into his tent and giving her a smack on her juicy butt, Kays remained alone outside for a while. Carefully glancing around, he took off his upper clothing and appeared bare-chested. In the moonlight, his body looked utterly unreal and damn seductive. Saliva filled my mouth as I watched how provocatively and sensually his muscles rolled beneath his tanned skin, outlining every curve and line. However, what immediately caught my attention was that there were no karpits on Kays’s body! From his arms, across his torso, up to his neck — there was a continuous black tattoo, without any patterns!

She paid premium for the privacy; he never asked why. Kai Voss, thirty-five, six-three, built like he’d spent half his life lifting his own bodyweight and the other half teaching others to do the same. Dark skin, shaved head, forearms corded from years of handstands and arm balances, tattoos curling like smoke from wrists to shoulders. His voice was low, calm, the kind that made people breathe deeper without realizing it.

Something simple, sharp, and devastatingly effective. His hand moved instinctively, pulling out a fitted black polo shirt. He slipped it on, the fabric hugging his toned frame perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and muscular arms. His reflection smirked back at him in approval. Next, he chose a pair of tailored white shorts, balancing sharp sophistication with casual confidence. They fit just right but not too tight, but enough to hint at his strong legs. Kai walked to his dresser, opening his watch drawer. He picked up a sleek white timepiece, effortlessly strapping it around his wrist.

Maureen openly pointed at the man who seemed to smile very easily at anyone, as evidenced by his greeting to everyone who passed by. The figure, who was not considered Maureen's type, was only wearing pangsi pants, a type of pants that widened at the bottom for pencak silat players. Meanwhile, his bare chest showed the kind of harbor most women dream of. Every curve shiny with sweat formed by bone and muscle was perfectly presented without any fine hair. "Angga, in case you forgot." He said his name again as he extended his hand. Without waiting to be greeted, he grabbed Maureen's fist, unraveling it into a momentary posture.

She challenged him while not looking. “Sure,” Von answered and smirked, taking off his hand from hiding inside his pocket. Without hesitation, Astrid’s eyes widened because Von took off his soldier outfit. Even though Astrid couldn’t help but be amazed by his Tan sleeveless shirt with a V-shaped look, she still doesn’t like his attitude. Moreover, he also wears loose black jeans for the lower clothes with a silver chain on his side hips. His biceps and triceps are toned, making him a bit more manly man than Kai.

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When Kai emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later, he looked like a different person—and yet, somehow, even more dangerous. Adrian had laid out a pair of his own tailored lounge pants and a fitted white t-shirt. On Adrian, the clothes looked professional and crisp. On Kai, they looked like a provocation. The t-shirt stretched across his chest, the white fabric making the tattoos on his neck and forearms pop with a violent intensity. His hair was damp, curls clinging to his forehead, and he was barefoot.

- I say and leave the butter on the island along with the toast. Kaanadan raises his eyebrows and then crosses his arms as he leans against the sink beside him. That movement makes me watch him. He wears a white dress shirt — which is tailored, leaves his strong arms in full view —, low-waisted black pants and a thick belt of the same color. His hair is parted on the side, with the strands like a horizontal S that are swept back. The points as always on his collar, remain facing upwards. A living doom... What was this? Focus, Celeste!

I got closer to the gym hall entrance and the sounds of the equipment filled everywhere. I walked in and I saw Big Kai's men working out. I looked around and my eyes fell on HIM. He is holding a gun in his hand, fixing it while talking to one of his men. My heart fluttered as I took in his physique. Shirtless. Grey sweatpants, black durag, and black leather gloves. His shirtless body is a sight. It is replaying last night's hot event in my head right now. Those abs are inside. Biceps and torso.