Mattheo Riddle Shirtless Novels & Stories

One of them yelled, his words laced with command, but I stood still as if I had not heard them. "Take off your clothes now!" One of them ordered, his voice a raspy vibration. "Never!" I answered with matching intensity, my jaw clenched in determination. "Don't think you can escape from your punishment. You're going to be stripped before every single one present, and we're going to whop your ass," the first guard said, his tone dripping with excitement. "I won't allow you to do that, and I'm not going to take off my clothes." My voice was sharp with anger as I spoke. My fists clenched with determination.

SORA'S POV:- I pulled away from him and looked at myself. I was not naked anymore. I had my shirt on. And my underwear was still in one piece. I pulled away from Loid to look him in the eye. I had so many questions but I didn't want him to make fun of me. “You were shivering so badly. I don't want you to get sick so I covered you in your shirt.” I was stunned how he answered the question I didn't even ask him.

"An omega on the elite roster? Is the Council joking?" I ignored them, keeping my eyes fixed on the center mat. Standing at the edge of the grid, his hands tucked rigidly behind his back, was Creed. He had shed his tailored business suit for a sleeveless black tactical compression shirt that showed off the massive, scarred expanse of his shoulders.

Matteo took off his clothes real slow, like he wanted me to see every bit of him. His shirt came off first, showing those strong shoulders and a chest that had just the right amount of hair. I watched his muscles flex as he tossed the shirt aside, landing on the chair in the corner of his bedroom. The room smelled like his cologne mixed with the faint scent of clean sheets from earlier when I changed them. Then his pants dropped, the belt buckle clinking against the hardwood floor.

If Matteo weren’t his brother, Raven might have shoved him onto the side of the road out of sheer jealousy. "You are injured!" Gia finally found a wound, covered by his shirt, near Matteo’s right side. Ignoring the public setting, Gia lifted Matteo’s shirt to reveal his perfectly sculpted abs. Unfortunately, a white bandage concealed part of them, disrupting the impressive view. “What is this? What happened?” From the thickness and width of the bandage, Gia knew this wasn’t a minor injury. “Somebody shoot me,” Matteo admitted, unable to endure Gia’s stern glare.

"The Eryndor story." With his instincts on high alert, Dominick tensed up. "And why should we have faith in you?" The man's voice was firm despite the panic in his eyes as he said, "Because I've fought him before." "I can also assist you." "Who are you?" Chelsea inquired in a doubtful tone. After a moment of hesitation, the man opened his frayed shirt to display a jagged scar over his chest. The group let out a collective gasp. A twisted, ancient symbol that pulsed dimly with black energy was marked on the scar.

"I need your help. There is something wrong with me. I just can't control myself. All I want to do all the time is tear Andrew's clothes off and I am scared I am going to hurt him. This is not normal!!!" Elijah burst out laughing and even wiped a fake tear from under his eye. "You are kidding me, right? It is very normal, especially for new mates, to want to tear each other's clothes off all the time. Is that why I don't see you touching him very much when you are together? You do know you are going to send him the wrong signals, right? Do you like him? Does he seem to like you? Does he shy away from you? You did not come to me with any questions but you clearly completed the mating ritual s

Matteo stood before me bare, wearing his emotions, literally because he wasn't putting on any clothes. His eyes held a lot of information that I couldn't even perceive, he stood stark naked in his Adam form and what was showing his genuinity in that conversation, he wasn't hard, that's a first. For the first time even though he was naked, he wasn't thinking with his dick, he wanted a real conversation not just mindless foreplay or possible sex, he wasn't playing any mind games or whatsoever it was just two people talking.

I couldn’t say what I was thinking, it was related to a man's pride anyway. “What should I do next?” I asked. Matthew hugged me tightly, saying, "Help me undress." “Turn off the lights first.” I hesitated to get out of his arms. Matthew reached for the remote on the nightstand and turned off the light. I listened to him, reached out and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his enchanting chest, and his solid body became more attractive. I looked at his body. There were a few scars, probably the scars left after the accident.

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.