Patrick Bateman Shirtless Novels & Stories

Of course, I would be stunned, I’ve never seen anything like him. There was a magnificent tattoo of a bat hanging upside down on the side of his neck, surrounded by deadly snake-like vines. It looked mysterious with stars twinkling all around it and I could bet on Carmine’s tail that there were more under the grey Henley shirt he wore. All buttons of his shirt were loose, with sunglasses hanging at the end of the placket, and if his muscles filled up those long sleeves, he had to have some load in those sweatpants. ‘What did you say about my tail again?’

I watch him get in his closet to change, and I turn to Ansel with a smirk. “I feel so accomplished right now.” “Of course you do, you little psychopath.” “Don’t pretend you weren’t fighting for your life not to laugh, and that you didn’t hate that shirt, even a little.” He lifts his Hands in surrender. “Guilty as charged.” I’ve hated that shirt since I first saw him wear it when he and Ansel came to help me train by the riverside. I mean it’s a pretty nice shirt, but the obscene inscription makes me want to burn it every time I see it on him. What do you mean by “All the ladies…take them off for me”? I’d tolerate it if it ended at that and left people wondering what the meaning was, but no.

My heart races as a primal instinct tells me to flee while I still can. He steps out of his pants and strips off his shirt, leaving him standing in nothing but black boxers. I finally get a full view of his tattoos, and there are a lot of them. The one that stands out most to me is the name "Nathan" above his left pec. I wonder who that is, but it's not like I can just ask him.

The two older alphas around her nod as they see another man approach and walk away, not giving us another look, like we're nothing. The sergeant with the horrible last name stands in awkward silence as she waits for the guy to approach. She's insecure when she's alone, which is good to note because I can take advantage of that at some point. I'm getting bored as we wait and the arms of the guys at my sides seem to produce even more sweat than my ass, but that's all forgotten when I get a glimpse of the heavenly man approaching us. Unlike everyone else, he's not in full uniform, he's shirtless and just wearing his pants, so I can get a good look at his abs and his big arms filled with tattoos

He placed her on the big bed and reached out to take off her drenched clothes. Patrick untied her clothes with his slender fingers. He took off her coat. Then he took off her shirt. Under the shirt... Patrick was puzzled. Did this woman usually wear so much? It was summer now. Patrick put his fingers on her long-sleeved undershirt. He was very confused. Who else would wear such a long-sleeved undershirt under layers of clothes in summer? However, he couldn't just let her wear wet clothes like this. Patrick quickened his movements and took off her wet clothes.

I breathed it off and dressed up in a black hose, wearing a short denim jean under. I matched it with a peach off shoulder top. Next, I wore a black hoodie to cover the outfit, since bright colors were forbidden. As I marched to school, I was passing near the gym when I saw Bane. He was naked at the top. Thus, this left me staring at me like a hungry she-wolf. He was lifting an exercise instrument which made his chest flex sexily. I bit my lips at the sight, watching how hot he looked by that

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?

It was not that expensive. We immediately entered the shop and our eyes immediately met the hanging white t-shirts with BATANES written on them but nothing was written after that. Maybe that is their customized shirts that you can put your name on. "I'll get three for us!" After saying that, he immediately took three white shirts and went to the counter. I was shaking. I looked outside because it was a glass wall there and I saw that Reed was going to enter there while Cayden was with Lucas and Scarlet. Scarlet was snaking again with Cayden which made me frown. The face is really hard.

She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor, and her eyes immediately landed on him. Nathan stood near the edge of the room, his back to her, shirtless and glistening with sweat. The muscles of his shoulders and back rippled as he toweled off, the fabric of his workout shorts clinging to his hips. Emma’s breath caught in her throat. She had seen glimpses of his physique before—the tailored suits he wore left little to the imagination—but this was something else entirely. He was raw, unguarded, and utterly breathtaking.

Pamela struggled to hide her groan. Before them stood a shirtless DJ. His left hand clung tightly onto the handle of a tool box. He looked as though he was pulled out from the covers of men's magazines. His strong muscled chest, oily with sweat and his well defined chisel Adonis V was a sight to behold. Ashley swallowed. She had never seen him shirtless. She had never seen him this indecently sexy. “Ashley?” DJ called, surprise filled his tone. “DJ, I think -” A feminine voice called from behind Ashley and Pamela.