Mattheo Riddle Shirtless Novels & Stories

Myra held her bloodied nose and stumbled outside, wiping the blood streaks from her chin with the towel. She stretched her neck, standing on her tiptoes to catch a glimpse of Matteo through the crowd of warriors. He was dressed casually in a fitted black round-neck shirt and plain joggers that somehow looked obscenely expensive on his powerful frame. Even in such simple attire, he was impossibly eye-catching. “Your Majesty, you’re here,” Riley called out boldly. “What brings you to our humble training grounds?” Matteo squinted, his gaze sharp. “Are you trying to say I’m not welcome here?”

"But do you happen to have a spare pajama?" Mateo shook his head gently, but a grin danced in his eyes. He rose from the bed, walking towards his wardrobe. With a slight smirk, he pulled out an oversized long sleeve white button down shirt. "I don't have a spare pajama, but this should do," Mateo said, offering the shirt to Ariana.

I watched Mr Mattias take off his shirt, then his jeans. He's eyes fixed on mine. “Take off your towel,” Mr Mattias commanded. One that I couldn't refuse. I took off my towel, standing naked before him. My breathing was heavy, heavier than it should be. I watched Mr Mattias's eyes run down to my nipple. A sly smile crossed his lips.

He continued guiding the route and I continued following him but…. I had to stop myself and guess, close my eyes too. Out of nowhere, he starts taking off his shirt and then his white t-shirt which he was wearing. What the hell? Am I supposed to close my eyes or open them? I have not seen any men shirtless before. What should I do? I tried peeking through my fingers while covering my eyes with my hands. So this is how they look like when men are shirtless. I have, not for a moment had imagined a guy can be so attractive without a shirt. His perfect 8 abs, white but bit tanned skin, broad arms….How can someone be so perfect?

veritably snappily the kiss came hotted before Matteo removed my T- shirt, leaving my upper body fully bare. " What are you doing?" rather of replying to me he just removed his own shirt revealing his tattooed casket before he connected his lips back to mine. His hands went to the band of my films before he started pushing them down which is when I pulled down from him. " Matteo we cook then." " I will clean it." With that he crashed his lips against mine again, successfully managing to remove my films and also my undergarments. <<<<<>>>>>>><<<<<<<

Suck on that Gamma Bill. I smile to myself as I roll my shoulders back and strut into the arena where I see the most bodies moving around. Loud taunting and grunts fall off until there is only awkward silence. There is no way I don’t look like a total mess. I’m in yesterday’s crop top and matching workout pants. Dirt cakes the front of my top and I feel a film of filth over my exposed skin. After all, someone had pinned me in the dirt when some of these cowards attacked me.

Mom sat down, leaned her back on the couch, the fugue appeared on her as if in another world, and then she talked like an absent-minded person, "Damn!! I am the first to oppose Adrian's marriage to this demon, and, inevitably, her children will take revenge on me, so I must quickly and seriously think about a plan to get rid of Sophia. But how do I know where to find her brother?! She was silent for a while and then added excitedly, her eyes sparkling in her face, "Tattoos ... Only tattoos are my way. I saw that cursed woman's tattoo engraved on her body while she was with Alexander in the servants' room, before the ceremony." Hela leaned over my mom's shoulders, gently shook her as if bring

But I had no intention of giving it away. Instead, I held it up, high enough for them all to see the seal. “The Moon Matron line,” I said. “Forgotten, not broken.” The room fell silent. Then, from behind the dais, a door opened and Daxon entered. Every time he walked into a room, it was like the oxygen shifted. He was dressed in formal black, no tie, his shirt open just enough to reveal the mark at the base of his throat a faint crescent scar that pulsed faintly under the light.

Does he not care that I will shoot him? Matthew's shirt came off to reveal his torn skin from all the scars he's collected over the years from rogue encounters. He threw it across the porch and my heart raced. Holy shit is he for-real? He's really going to transform! He's testing me! I don't want to shoot my uncle!

They had a meeting of the minds and bodies that day and they’ve been sneaking around with each other ever since. Matt’s member had hardened to its peak. He groaned. “I think you’ve teased me long enough. Now, I want the goods.” Jodi lifted her head. She straddled him and pulled her black mini skirt up to her thighs, exposing her waxed sex. Matt pushed her tight white T-shirt over her breasts. He groaned and said, “When you wear this shirt you may as well not put on a shirt at all. You can see right through it during the day.”