Mattheo Riddle Shirtless Novels & Stories

He helped me take off the jewelleries I had on. The next morning, I woke up feeling pains and my head was aching badly. I realized I was putting on a big blue shirt. Matteo walked in shirtless, enjoying a nice cup of coffee. I sat up immediately and stared at him hardly. "What? Why are you staring at me like that? Matteo asked. "I'm... here, like this? Why? " Oh please, don't stress it" "Okay thank goodness. But why am I relived that nothing happened between us?

I was halfway through zipping the back, fingers fumbling when the bedroom door opened without a knock. Matteo stepped inside. Blood soaked the front of his white dress shirt. A dark, spreading stain from his left side. He held his hand pressed there, knuckles white, jaw clenched so tight. He froze when he saw me. Half-dressed. The gown unzipped to my lower back, bare shoulders and the curve of my spine exposed. The silk pooled at my hips. My arms instinctively crossed over my chest, trying to cover what little the fabric didn’t.

Tonight he finally returned. The moment the bedroom door opened, I was on my knees in the center of the room, completely naked except for the black silk blood-vow ribbon tied tightly around my throat like a permanent collar. My thighs were already slick with arousal. My nipples were tight peaks. My pussy throbbed with weeks of pent-up need. Matteo stood in the doorway, still in his travel clothes — black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up, powerful forearms flexing as he closed the door behind him.

, Matteo responded as he ripped off his shirt. Isabella gasped aloud when she heard the ruffle sound of Matteo’s shirt being torn apart. She averted her gaze to Matteo who stood beside her and began to inspect his body; from his broad shoulder down to his narrow waist. She hasn't seen any man naked before except from her online boyfriend who definitely do not have the type of stunning body Matteo had.

The shirt he tossed up on top of the rocks. "Aren't those, you know, expensive?" I asked, watching as the cufflinks disappeared into the depths of the water while the sun began to set behind us. "F*ck them," Mateo growled. He took off his leather belt, and his pants. His boxers joined his shirt up on the rocks, and my mouth went dry. Mateo was naked in front of me. Even though I couldn't see beneath the waste-high water in the waning light, I knew he was ready for me. He wanted me, and I wanted him. And he was all mine.

He broke away from our kiss and started to undo his shirt, pulling it off. He looked so sexy in just his slacks. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second. He smiled at me and took off his pants, revealing his enormous erect co.ck. It was beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off it. "P... I need you." He said, almost begging. I nodded, taking a step towards him. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. "No, not like that. I don't want you to think this is some kind of game. "

I covered my chest with a shaky hand as my heart accelerated and I turned to Matthias, who was watching me silently, one arm propped casually against the counter. His brown hair was wet as if he had just showered, and he had on a pair of jeans that hugged his muscular lower body lovingly. A green fleece pullover shirt stretched to accommodate his massive shoulders and broad chest. The man was serious...ripped. ''I... was.. umm,'' I stammered as he crossed his arms, waiting for me to tell him the truth. ''Upstairs, Josephine.'' ''Matthias.''

He abruptly lifted my top off, exposing my gruesome injury on my side. His nose flared in displeasure. It didn’t feel as bad as it looked. “I’m taking your shirt off.” Air was knocked out of my lungs. “What?”

The tips of his hair are still wet, and I notice a tattoo under his ear that I hadn’t seen before. “Thanks.” We pull away and I step back before I even think about how close we are. “Is that what you’re wearing?” Isabella asks him. Matteo looks down at himself. “What’s wrong with my fit?” “Everybody’s dressed for a party.” Ariana says. “So? When I have fun, I like being comfortable, I don’t care about looking good.” He goes over to the coffee machine and that’s when everyone switches the subject. At some point, he goes upstairs, only to emerge with a smile on his face, saying he’s ready to go. I double check that I have my cigarettes with me before I follow the group outside.

"What does he take me as? A mate for sale? I am not for purchase. I am no longer his mate and I do not belong to him" Alaila nodded. "Of course you do not"