Matteo Lane Nude Novels & Stories

“You’re not a secret, Giuli. Let them see you like that. I’m not putting clothes on this truth.” But I was already moving, grabbing the hem of the shirt tighter around me. “I’m not ready now. I look like shit.” I whispered. “You think I want your whole family to know I spent the night riding their heir like a goddamn porno?” Matteo smirked. “You didn’t just ride me, dolcezza. You ruined me.” He kissed my forehead, quick and dirty. Then he walked to the door, bare-chested, unbothered, and opened it with the kind of swagger that only came from knowing the world still bowed to your name.

My stomach But it’s not Ares. It’s Matteo. A sense of disappointment and relief washes over me, deflating the hopeful anticipation that had foolishly taken root within me, expecting to see Ares. Matteo strides across the cool stone patio, his bare feet making soft, rhythmic contact with the surface. A pair of black swim shorts hangs low on his hips, his skin glistening faintly under the terrace lights, his hair tousled like he’s just rolled out of bed. His hazel eyes find mine, and for a second, something flickers across his face. Surprise, amusement, something darker underneath. Then, a lazy grin curls his lips, cocky and boyish all at once.

"What if she rejects you? That can only explain why you haven't shown her to anyone" I scoffed. "She cannot reject me, ok? She won't dare" He shrugged. "I love that confidence, you know. So tell me. Is she beautiful?" I nodded. "Well, I think she is" His eyes widened in admiration. "Does she meet your standard? I mean is she the kind of mate you have always dreamed of?" I stared at him and sighed. There is no way I will tell him that my mate is a weak human whom we made a slave to avoid having her as my Luna.

He was Italian, of course, with tanned skin that hinted at hours spent under the Mediterranean sun and a body that looked like it had been carved by the gods themselves. Matteo's dark, unruly hair fell across his forehead in just the right way, and his eyes-deep, molten brown-were like a promise of trouble. He wore a white linen shirt, unbuttoned just enough to reveal the smooth plane of his chest, and loose-fitting khaki pants that hung low on his hips. The way he held his drink, the way he tilted his head as he laughed—it was like he knew every woman in the room was watching him, and he didn't mind

“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.”

he says quietly, and Liana nearly whimpers at the loss of contact as he steps back. He kneels before her, all grace and focus. "May I?" One hand reaches for the hem of her robe. Liana nods jerkily. The silk parts like water, falling away to bare her completely. Goosebumps rise on her skin in the cool air. Matteo's gaze is hot as it tracks over her naked body. She squirms under his scrutiny. "Hip measurement first," he says briskly, as if unaware of the effect he's having on her. He wraps the tape around the fullest part of her ass, fingers spreading her cheeks just enough that she feels the cold slide of fabric against her most intimate places. Her breath hitches.

were Matteo’s closing words before the call ended. Matteo couldn’t wait too long, nor could he afford to just sit around speculating. He had to take concrete action to uncover the person behind the scandal involving the nude photos of him and Luna. Upon returning to the bed, Matteo was transfixed by Luna’s sleeping face. She remained enchanting, even though she looked a complete mess at the moment. He sat down beside her and gazed intently at her face. Gently, Matteo stroked Luna’s cheek and brushed aside a strand of hair that was partially covering her face.

I call that room my naughty room, which is my deepest secret. I am excited and my heart is pounding. I know that I am about to experience something new today. I slowly opened the door and stepped inside. The room was illuminated by a few candles, and I gasped at the sight before me. In the center of the room, there was a naked male, his body perfectly sculpted with muscles and his face handsomely rugged. His eyes were dark and intense, and I felt a thrill run down my spine as I looked at him. He seemed to be waiting for me, and I couldn't help but blush as I approached him.

His eyes finally shifted from Stella and Serene, sweeping slowly across the patio. And there he was. To his left, Alpha Matteo lay on one of the patio chairs, shirtless. His rotund belly was pointed up at the sky, rounder than ever, his skin pale and stretched too tight. He looked like a balloon about to pop. His face was locked in a hideous death scowl, his throat torn wide open, flesh hanging off his neck in ribbons, blood coating his chest and clotting in thick pools under the moonlight. He was very, very dead.

I took a deep breath and straightened my spine, plastering a smile on my lips as I rounded the corner, ready for the awkward laughter that was about to occur. However, when I spied the two figures, the smile dropped from my lips and my mouth hung open in shock. “Oh, Goddess,” one of the Omegas, Natalie, whispered in extasy, her legs wrapped around her companion. He grunted in return, pressing his hips closer to hers, settling nicely between his legs. She ground against the wall, making sure she rocked against him as she threw her head back, allowing him to pepper kisses along her throat and up her neck. “Please, don’t stop, Khaos. I want you so bad.”