Matthew Rhys Nude Novels & Stories

"An hour is a long time, Agatha. A really long time. You sure you weren’t just… enjoying the show?" I turned to Luke with the most murderous glare I could muster. "Listen here, you overgrown sack of testosterone—" "Enough." Matthew’s voice sliced through the laughter like a blade. Oh boy. Slowly, I turned. And there he was. Matthew stood outside his tent, shirtless, breathing hard, looking like he was two seconds away from snapping my neck. His messy, dark hair was damp with sweat, his tattooed chest rising and falling with every deep breath. His deep blue eyes burned with fury.

I took off my clothes and slipped under the covers, waiting. When Matthew returned, his eyes widened with desire. “I knew there was something huge under your clothes,” he muttered, already pulling off his shirt. I forced a smile. “Come find out then.” And he did. --- It didn’t last long. Twenty minutes, maybe. But it was enough. Enough to bring him down if needed. Matthew didn’t even have the strength to move afterward. He passed out right there beside me, completely unaware of what I had just done. I reached for my phone, quickly sending the recorded video to Emma.

My family was falling apart, and I felt powerless to stop it. As I reached the lake, I slowed to a walk, my thoughts racing. The tranquility of the water contrasted sharply with the turmoil inside me. I barely noticed my surroundings until a sudden splash drew my attention. Startled, I looked up and saw someone diving into the lake from the opposite shore. My breath caught as the figure emerged from the water. It was Rhys, and he was completely nude. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, we were both frozen. His gaze was intense, filled with a mix of surprise and something else I couldn’t quite place.

When she stopped resisting, he stood beside the bed and began removing his clothes one by one. She wanted to look away, but his gaze seemed to pull her in like a magnet. She couldn’t help but stare as he stood before her, leaving only his briefs on. Heat flushed her face when her eyes caught the evidence of his arousal, and she quickly looked away. His body was clearly well-maintained from the gym—his broad shoulders, strong arms, and defined abs. Despite her irritation, she couldn’t deny his attractiveness. She had thought that anger would lessen her admiration for someone’s looks—but with Matthew, her anger seemed to melt away just because he stood there undressed in front of her.

“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.”

The Alpha stared at me for a moment without saying a word. My heart raced with each second. I wondered if he was going to change his mind... "Okay." He said noncommittally and began removing his clothes. His shirt was swiftly removed, showing his perfectly defined muscles and biceps. I swallowed with difficulty and turned my head away. It wasn't right. I shouldn't look... right? "Do you need me to help?" His cool voice rang in my ears, and I felt my legs weaken. "Help... Help with what?" I stuttered, inwardly warning myself not to look, but I felt my head moving on its own until my eyes landed on his fully developed body, which was only covered in a tiny pair of shorts at the moment.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

The men exchange knowing looks as they glance toward Damien sitting in the main seat. I clench my fists, trembling as I turn to face my beloved mate. Beside him, in what used to be my seat, sits Celia. Damien doesn't even try to hide it. He smiles slightly. "Whoever defeats Aria gets her complete nude photo collection as a bonus. Plus full recordings of that night." His voice carries easily across the hall. "Alpha's the best!" The men erupt in excitement. Damien looks at me, amusement dancing in his handsome features.

She treats her admirers like annoying gnats, and it only makes Matt’s ego want to crush her resistance even more. He scrolls further, finding a video of her doing a heavy squat set at the gym, ass stretching under her leggings, followed by a video of her at a firing range, aiming a Glock as she nails a bullseye. She's wearing a white tank top, no bra, her nipples visibly hard under the fabric. ‎Matt feels a familiar throb in his crotch, his dick hard against his pajamas. ‎He stops scrolling. Enough lurking. He taps the "Message" icon, with the same cold confidence he uses to sign multi-million dollar deeds.

Grayson mutters, finding it quite challenging not to snap his neck and end his stupidity. "So, you've seen it too," Matthew bites the inside of his cheek, "I didn't know you were his type." "I'm surprised you are," Grayson lifts a brow and eyes him from head to toe, "You're one of those dudes who do live workouts on social media, showing off your muscles just to get recognised by people." he scoffs, "Is your self-esteem that low?" Matthew gulps and looks down. Grayson hit the spot. Aside from his job, Matthew was indeed a fitness influencer, posting his abs photos and doing live workouts to impress young men and horny teenagers.