Mattheo Riddle Shirtless Novels & Stories

They were carried away by the wind, and some of them wet Matthew’s shirt. “I’ve gotten your shirt dirty again,” I said regretfully. I pulled away, feeling awkward, but Matthew hugged me again. He then chuckled. “If those are tears of joy, then I don’t mind if every shirt I own gets dirty.” I punched his chest. I might be crazy, but I just wanted to get rid of the strange feeling I had right now. “If everything gets dirty, what will you wear, hmm?” “Ummm….” Matthew looked up. Then he quickly looked down at me. “I don’t need to put anything on? I think you’d accept me just the way I am, even if I’m naked. Isn’t that right?”

I buried my face in the pillow, instinctively breathing him in again. What was wrong with me? “You always sniff things that don’t belong to you?” My head shot up. Matteo stood by the doorway, arms crossed, tattoos peeking from beneath the rolled sleeves of his black shirt. His eyes held a spark of mockery. I bolted upright, startled—only to realize I was still naked. A curse slipped from my lips as I grabbed the sheet and yanked it up to my chest, cheeks flaming. His smirk deepened. “Relax. You’ve got nothing to hide. In fact…” His gaze swept over me with maddening slowness. “That body’s going to be the only thing keeping half my enforcers in check.”

Someone uttered, distracting Matteo from his conversation, his gaze flickered to me, I sensed a shift in the air, a sudden tension that crackled between us like static electricity. "Are you kidding me?" Matteo whispered, eyeing me. The dress hugged my curves with a daring grace, even if a little too short, its hue a deep, captivating shade of blue that hinted at mysteries beneath its surface. It was a garment crafted to captivate, entice, and perhaps provoke.

"Tell him if you were a girl you would never be impressed by that." "Hey!" I exclaimed, "I am a girl." Mateo laughed and Alvaro rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean," he said. I walked over to Mateo's closet and found a grey v- neck shirt. I walked over to him and pulled the hat off his head, ruffling his hair around. "Put this shirt on and maybe pull the pants up. This isn't a movie made in 1999 about high school students."

My head felt light from champagne and the giant wedding dress was starting to feel like armor I no longer needed. A few minutes later footsteps approached behind me. I did not need to turn around to know who it was. Matteo leaned against the wall beside me. His tie was already loose. His sleeves rolled up. He looked like a man who had survived a war and was now trying to remember how to relax. “You disappeared,” he said quietly while glancing at me. “I needed air,” I replied. He nodded. For a moment we both stood there silently. Then he looked down at my dress.

Right in the middle of that chaotic panic wave, our bodies collided heavily as Matteo made his move onto the deck. And in that exact moment... time stood still. My algorithms committed suicide. Underneath that paper-thin, soft white linen dress, I wasn't wearing a bra! I had set my breasts free in the sweltering Gümüşlük heat, and right now, I was pressed flat against Matteo’s rock-hard, broad chest. As I tried to shift my angle, Matteo’s huge, warm hand accidentally brushed flush against my breast through the fabric. My braless, incredibly soft, and completely defenseless breast...

“ I did not know that she was a royal. it was that time when the Queen and suspended me from attending the party and I went for a run.’’ I Began as Patricia and Aria sat beside me. “We battled hard while you were running and when he shifted into his human form appearing to me completely nude, I did not want to be in his presence. I assumed he was just another private looking to show his dick to the next girl found.’’ Patricia chuckled, gaining a playful tap from Aria who urged her to quiet down. “Did he not cover up?’’ Aria Questioned. “ You didn't even bother to try. it was as if he had something to prove. I did not know who he was because I've never seen him in the park before. a lot of pe

Nora tugged on his sleeve, guilt written all over her face as she murmured, "I think Anna might've said something, Joe. She once bragged to me that she was going to have a mate-bonding ceremony with you and told me to stop dreaming. "I didn't think she'd actually go to the media. Is she trying to put you on the spot and make me look bad?" Nora ducked her head, eyes brimming with tears. A sharp-eyed reporter spotted it instantly and went in for the kill. "Alpha, are you trying to keep the mate-bonding ceremony under wraps? Chief Healer Nora looks really upset." Joe felt a spark of annoyance at me. He had said to keep the ceremony quiet. Why couldn't I just trust him? Didn't he deserve that mu

Seen. And yet, I couldn't stop thinking about the way he looked at me- like I was something precious. I couldn't ignore how his touch made me feel like I was finally waking up after years of hiding. Maybe I was crazy. Maybe it was just adrenaline, or the trauma of the night. But maybe it was something more. "What if you're my mate?" The thought whispered through my mind, terrifying and tempting all at once. But I couldn't say it out loud. Not yet.

The first one who shift back wore his shorts which are hanging on his neck and told me to shift back, obviously, I didn't do that I don't want them to see me naked. The second one shifted and changed into his shorts too and drop a full jacket near my legs and told me to shift now, so I shift back hurriedly I was amazed at myself and wore that jacket in just 3 seconds. They all were shocked and disappointed also that they didn't get to see my naked body. The third one asked me "What's your name?" I didn't answer that lustful cheap vulgar man. The second one asked me again " Answer him" I said " Aloisa"