Ross Lynch Shirtless Novels & Stories

It was, or so I thought and just before I could move, Ryan stood in front of me, shirtless. “Oh wow.”

The shirt pooled at his feet, leaving him fully naked. He was inked. Everywhere. Flames. Skull. Scripts. Symbols. Faces. “Lioness,” My eyes snapped up to meet his, he winked at me playfully, filling me with disgust and hatred. He acted like he hadn’t nearly raped me. “I’ll talk to you later.” I didn’t reply. “Lina.” He moved towards the large, naked as the day he came into this world, unashamed of his nakedness, “Clean this mess and come to my room.”

The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes drawn to him as he stepped inside. Liam was dressed in a fitted navy blue t-shirt that hugged his muscular frame, accentuating his broad shoulders and well-defined arms. The sleeves of the shirt were slightly rolled up, showcasing his toned biceps, which seemed to ripple with every movement. He paired the shirt with dark jeans that fit him perfectly, neither too tight nor too loose, allowing for ease of movement while still looking effortlessly stylish.