Steven Seagal Shirtless Novels & Stories

And, like always, he’s shirtless again. Salvador, and like always, a cigarette in his lips. He is easily in the realm of 6’1, onyx of gold for eyes…he is shirtless again. That black serpent of a tattoo is across his back again. Such bulging arms—they look like they could crush walls. Then his chest, it looks as hard as a black rock. For what reason do the abs on his stomach look so strict. They look like they ache, painfully tight and fortunately, they lead into a v-line that would mean his—

He turned his head sharply, staring out of the window at the passing streetlights, his jaw tight. Selena felt the weight of his stare lift, and only then did she realize she had been holding her breath. As Sam stared out at the city, she finally took a moment to look at him. He was dressed casually tonight, but it was far from ordinary. His dark shirt had the top two buttons open, revealing a glimpse of a shimmering gold chain against his skin. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, making his powerful, veiny forearms—the ones she secretly wanted to touch—look even more prominent.

Sabestain waved at him and instructed the shop owner to bring some clothes for us. We were looking around when the man dropped some clothes on the stool. Sabestain selected some and handed them to me to change into. I went into the small closet and changed. It was a faded dress, my whole body covered. Sabestain took his ama walked into the same closet and changed. When he returned, my jaw fell to the ground. I barely saw him outside of his uniform and he never dressed scattered, but this time he wore a sleeveless shirt, and damn he had the most sculpted biceps and his shirt was open to reveal his chest.

I looked over in shock, halfway wondering, Who’s this gonna be, the general manager? But it wasn’t a hotel employee, unless the hotel allowed guys to walk around out of uniform. He was completely bald, but in a Jason Statham or Bruce Willis badass way, not a ‘needs Rogaine’ kind of way. He was slightly dark with olive skin. He was wearing a black short-sleeve shirt and black dress slacks, and his arms and chest were powerfully muscled underneath. His nose had been broken once and never healed straight. His jaw looked like it was made out of granite, and he was wearing black sunglasses that completely hid his eyes.

Steve found a parking space and pulled into it. After feeding the parking meter, he stripped off his tank top revealing his well defined chest and pulled off his biking shorts and stored his clothes in a knapsack, throwing it over his shoulder. Steve stood clad only in a small brief bathing suit, proudly showing the world his muscular body and massive bulge. He grabbed her hand and they set off walking down the sidewalk two perfect specimens of the sexes. Everywhere they went, people stared, many simply stopped what they were doing and openly ogled either Steve or Beth and sometimes both.

Galith signaled his men. Regardless of her struggle and please, they held her arms and legs, spreading them wide. "Please, leave me. I will give you more money than them but don't touch me." Celestine was petrified of what was on her way. She had escaped from one hell because of Damien but this time, she was unsure if he would be able to make it or she might lose her dignity. Celestine was brought out of her thoughts, when a gust of cold wind hit her warm body. Her eyes fell on her chest and tears dripped down from her big crystal eyes. Galith had torn up her shirt, revealing a white lacy bra.

The faint smell of rubber mats, metal, and sharp cologne. No one at the front desk. Just the low hum of the air conditioner. I’m still looking around when I hear boots—heavy, deliberate—coming from the hallway that leads to the offices. The next second, Steve appears. No gym shirt this time. Just black joggers slung low on his hips and nothing else. The tattoo sleeve on his left arm continues across his chest—one long thin line under his left pec, another across his lower ribs. He doesn’t smile. He just looks at me.

Her eyes were sparkling as she said, "This must be cooling." Keegan was taken aback. 'This is the kind of shirt that male strippers wear when they dance, isn't it?' "And these shorts." Stella held the shorts up with her hands. Keegan was silent when he looked at it. The shorts and the fishnet t-shirt were a set. They were tight grid boxers. And what was more demoralizing was that they were freaking crotchless pants! Stella only noticed that when she held them up. 'I was wondering why this shirt was so revealing.

Ben straightened up and looked at the still surprised Shane, he needed to remind him that time was not on their side “Shane it is now or never, just man up, okay. Pull up your sleeves in fact take off that stupid shirt off. So that you can remain with a vest .I want you to show them, this beautiful abs you always showcase to those prostitute. I think today they have found a better use.” He finished saying and then ruffled his hair playfully not worried the death stare Shane was giving him.

Behind me, I heard him laugh-a rare sound, deep and unguarded, something that made my heartbeat stumble. For some reason, that laugh alone managed to make this whole night seem a little less terrifying. ****** Steven's POV I stood before the full-length mirror, readjusting the cloth of the black trousers on my waist so they sat right. The vest on me underneath was white, hugging all the muscles a lifetime of intensive training had grown upon my frame. The eyes staring back into mine were vaguely familiar, alien in their normality-an Alpha, a fighter, a male that had dealt with too much blood and shared the weight of too many on his shoulders.