Matt Rife Hot Novels & Stories

Then his eyes shifted. They landed on Raffaele. The temperature in the room seemed to drop. Matteo stared at him for a long moment, and the look in his eyes was lethal. Controlled. Cold. If given the chance, it felt as though he could tear Raffaele apart without hesitation. Was he angry because he knew his secret had been exposed? My eyes stung, but I blinked the tears away. He does not deserve my tears. Not anymore.

Matt replied. “Fuck it, do you want to just watch a porno?” I asked. “Hell yeah,” Matt answered. As it turned out we each had a couple DVDs and were soon watching a hot brunette chick get pounded by some European guy with a huge cock. This was clearly too much for me in my sex-deprived state and a started stroking my own dick underneath the covers. After a few minutes I heard a rustling from Matt’s bed and looked over to see him doing the same.

“Come on! You know you want to see us get hot and sweaty!” Roxie grinned wickedly at me, and together we lifted the sash window. Along with Cherry we all leaned out to see the guys waiting three floors down. Matt wore a light blue shirt and shorts, Felix was in white. Apart from that, with their piercing green eyes, short brown hair, and super-chiselled bodies they were identical. “Woo check you girls out!” Felix shouted. “Looking good Cherry!” Matt shouted as she stuck out her tongue and grinned cheekily. I tried to shake off my blues. Tonight was about fun and making friends. Roxie was the first to pull her head away from the window, as I followed, she was totally glaring at Cherry.

He said, narrowed his eyes and looked at Wirata as if she was a suspect! "What?! I was a virgin! And I only slept with one man and that man was you!" She shouted. Her face blushed. "So, that shouldn't be a problem then. We both are clean." Stefan concluded and shut the argument off. He walked to her. "I am going to see Summer. You go to make coffee. I want a very strong one. But not as strong as the last time. Understood?" He said and gave her a warning gaze. That made Wirata recall her memory. It meant he did drink the coffee she gave him last time before she escaped! GOOD!

I found Matt on the sidewalk outside our meeting point, wearing a dark gray shirt and black pants. "Damm Star. You look beautiful. It's always the lady and the tramp when we are together." he came closer and gave me a peck on the lips. That wasn't true. He looked incredibly hot in a black shirt and dark jeans. His dark hair was parted in the middle, like curtains. Every woman around was drooling over him. “Is this the restaurant Hank recommended to you? It is a hotel!” Inside the old building was a strange-looking hotel reception, with black marble floors and all the walls and ceiling covered in mirrors.

"They been around and know what they love, and ain't shy about it, that's what you want isn't it?" He had been skimming through the videos and finding one he liked, clicked on it. "Besides," he said. "Just because they're older doesn't mean they aren't hot. Hell Mom's beautiful Matt, you said it yourself this morning." "Beautiful yes," I nodded. "But that's different than hot or sexy." "Why?" Chris asked. "I, well umm, because she's...."

“When I saw the tabloids and heard the rumors, I didn’t believe it. But when the family released this statement in the papers with a cute picture of you two, I screamed.” We were seated at a table in a coffee shop. I had to beg Mama Agness for a chance to go out. With the wedding only two days away, the woman was swamping me with wedding preparations, that I couldn’t breathe. Also, I needed my friend. “So, Mr. Hottie is The Rio Rafe. Like,” She lowers her tone. “The Rafe cartel that runs Tuscany.” “The very one.”

"It looks like we have a stalemate." "Maybe," Matt says casually. "Or maybe not." He swings the gun away from Rafe, only now he's pointing it right at me. Rafe tenses. "I'll kill you before you ever have the chance to hurt her." "Will you, though?" Matt asks. "That would kind of damage the 'good guy' act you're trying to pull off these days. I can see the headlines now - 'Rafe Fontaine: the Hollywood Killer!' The press would have a field day with it. They love it when spoiled little rich boys fall off the deep end." He laughs. "You never really did pull it off, you know. The whole 'tough guy' thing. Not to those of us who actually belong in this world. You've always just been the poser with

At his words, my heart skipped a beat. Matt kept going, oblivious to the change in my expression. “That girl we saw onstage, Red? Fuck, man, she was insane. So damn hot. I’d really like to hit that. Bet she’s wild in bed. I can already picture her moaning my name while I’m deep inside her. Shit, I almost lost it just watching her move that night.” My spoon clattered against the plate, hands curling into fists under the table as rage burned up my throat, hot and fast, making it hard to breathe.

"Watch your mouth." "Or what?" Marcus laughed. "You'll challenge me? You're not ready, boy. And the council knows it." The elders murmured, nodding. Marcus turned to me. "You've embarrassed this pack. A mute human with no wolf, spreading her legs for a half-breed playboy. Do you have any idea what this does to our reputation?" I opened my mouth. No sound came out. The panic was closing in. Kael stepped forward. "She's not a whore. She's my mate."