Matteo Lane Nude の小説・ストーリー

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.

Now, undress yourself," Matthias said, looking directly at the camera while holding a glass of whiskey. Amber could feell her entire face getting hotter as she started undressing herself one by one. Seeing Matthias watching her through her phone screen felt like he was really watching her in real life. "Move a bit away from the screen, I can only see half of your breasts here," Matthias complained. Amber immediately obeyed what he said, she moved a bit away from the camera until it was already enough for Matthias to see her nakedness through the phone.

Oh my God, stop! I swear my heart was having a literal arrhythmia inside my silk shorts right then! The man wasn't in there defusing a woman; he was casually turning his own body into a work of art. Matteo was working out in the dim light, his tanned skin glistening like gold, drenched in sweat beads the size of chickpeas. His tight glutes, lean waist, deep Adonis lines, and those flawless six-pack abs flexed with such intensity with every single push-up... And those shoulders were easily wide enough to part oceans. I completely forgot how to breathe!

to everyone who knew him, was 6’2" of walking temptation. A muscular god with wavy brown curls, piercing gray eyes, and golden tan skin that looked like it had been kissed by the sun. They’d been together since they were 17 and were pretty much attached at the hip ever since. I knocked hard on the door, eager to get her opinion on the dresses Lucia had given me. I barely raised my fist to knock again before the door flew open, and there was Matt, shirtless, glistening, and clearly annoyed. Which only meant one thing: I had interrupted something, and I don't think he was exercising in the regular sense. "Hey, Aria. Come in," he groaned, stepping aside. Yep. I think it was sexy time. And sure

Nothing has ever been forced or fake between us. "I'm sorry I said that. I just wanted to hurt your feelings as you've done mine," I let out. Matteo goes down on both knees, his upper body naked and filled with tattoos. His tailored trousers are exquisite, holding his strong thighs as he kneels straighter before me. The air in my lungs catches as I glare at this magnificent man before me. "Holy Hell. This is a nightmare. Lord Matteo can't kneel before me. Please stand," I cry out reaching out to touch him.

She was in no mood for it. She was about to lock her phone when a picture was sent to her. She opened it and she froze at the sight of it. The image showed Matteo unconscious, naked. He was expertly tied to a mobile black leather cushion that reclined backwards. He was bound with a thick black ropes. His hands were tied behind his back while his legs were tied apart to the leg of the leather chair. His cock although limp still throbbed with hot blood and veins.

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.

Seems like Matteo was stalking me or probably he had set a hidden camera in my room to know what outfit I was going to wear for the fun outing. Matteo was putting on a black cargo trouser, a white polo shirt, same designer white sneakers, and a black men’s purse. I stood still and scanned him from his head to his leg while he backed me talking on the phone unaware of my presence. I refused to let him know I was behind him. Matteo turned and was surprised to see me behind him. He smiled while he scanned me from my head to my leg. “Wow! I can’t believe we are twining right now. One minute” Matteo pulled out his dark shade and put it on. “That’s more like it” He smiled.

But if, in the next ten minutes, I don't find any of the two then I'm leaving this place, not to Ginevra's place again but just see if some stranger can be nice. Fifteen more minutes and I stand up, wiping the sweat drops away from my face. I'd never sit in the sun before, and for this long. I might just appreciate a cup of water from any stranger in this moment. But just as I'm about to walk away, a car stops by for once and starts blaring as if seeking for attention. I wait for the driver only for him to turn it to be neither of the two I've been expecting. But damn... This man is probably the hottest black man I've ever seen, with the bad boy strut. Pierced ears and nose. Heavily loaded n

Vincent said, "The two women in the picture are my grandmother and Aunt Irene. Aliyah is exactly like Aunt Irene, isn't she?" The picture was likely taken when Irene was sixteen or seventeen. She looks so young, beautiful, and innocent. Aliyah's face resembles Irene's ninety-nine percent, except that their hair is a different color. Their auras are also slightly different because Irene seems to be honest and gentle, and Aliyah was trained as a hunter since childhood, so she is strong, challenging, and stubborn. After looking at this picture, I can't deny that Aliyah is indeed the daughter of Alpha Dominic and Luna Irene. I don't want to accept this fact.