Vegeta Shirtless Novels & Stories

She didn't know what he intended to do, but she wanted more bare skin from him. He paused and pulled his T-shirt off. Under that was a dark vest made from Kevlar worn over a white undershirt. He winced as he ripped the Velcro straps free. Both vest and undershirt were shed quickly, giving her the first glimpse of a shirtless Evan. She sighed and smiled, pleased with the view. Miles of muscular planes sculpted his chest and stomach. He leaned over her and bumped her nose with his. "Happy?" She laid her palm against his chest. "Very. Now the pants."

What else is he capable of? My jaw nearly drops on the floor when I come back. Victor is sitting on top of the counter, patiently waiting for me, with no shirt on. Why the fuck is he shirtless!? Victor chuckles at me as he catches me gaping. "Sorry, I had to take it off because some of Gustaf's blood got on my shirt." I try my best to compose myself, but it's difficult when Victor is sitting there, his defined chest and abs on full display. "Oh, I see," I manage to say, trying to keep my eyes from wandering. "Let's take a look at your hand."

Anna announced, leaving her alone in the room. Vida knew she did not have any other choice so she put on a shirt and a pair of wide-legged pants. She walked to the gym where she knew she would find Axel and Anna. As she stepped into the room, she was taken aback by the sight in front of her; it was the first time she saw Axel shirtless, and she had to admit that the clothes he wore hid a lot of things as he was toned. He looked like a model that would be on social media. She tried to stop looking at him but she was unable to do it even for a minute.

he ordered, stepping back to watch. His shirt was unbuttoned now, revealing a chiseled torso etched with tattoos: serpents coiling around his pecs, symbols of power inked across his abs. He was built like a weapon, every muscle honed from years in this brutal life. My fingers shook as I peeled off my blouse, letting it fall. The bra followed, my breasts spilling free, nipples hardening in the cool air. I shimmied out of the skirt, standing naked before him, vulnerable yet empowered by his hungry gaze.

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.

He had just one tattoo drawing, on his heart area, like a comic parody of — is that Cat Woman? And more than that, he emitted a darker aura than the other two. For the love of God, are those abs even real? They were all so fucking ripped, like those men who give hardcore BDSM fucks in those p**n videos I watch with Gilda. Oh gosh! Was this the sex suite? The one sitting seemed ripped, as his shirt fit him like a glove, stretching out his muscles, and also the one standing with a phone, he was fucking ripped. But the one dressed in black and had a shirt on his shoulder? He was fucking shredded. A buff fellow, my God!

There he was. Calvin was in the driveway beside the garage, shirtless, working on his powerful black motorcycle under the outdoor lights. The bike was wet and soapy as he washed it, his strong arms flexing with every stroke of the sponge. Water and suds ran down his toned chest and abs, tracing every ridge of muscle. His shorts hung low on his hips, showing the deep V-lines that disappeared beneath the waistband. My breath caught in my damn throat. He looked like a fucking snack.

They look like trash. "Look at the bed, Selene," he says. His voice is deep like thunder. I look back. The bed sheets have a red spot on them. My heart goes so fast. "I am taking your big white shirt," I say. I pull the shirt tight around my body. It covers my legs down to my knees. "Goodbye!" "Do not leave," he says. But I run fast. I do not look back. LUCIAN POV "Get up here right now, Raze Blackclaw," I talk into my phone. I am mad.

Beta Vigo pointed ahead of her, she looked up to see him and he was fucking shirtless. She gasped and covered her eyes. Horrified. "Are you okay?" Beta Vigo quickly asks her. "Why is he not putting on a shirt? Why is he naked?" "He is not naked. Beta Vigo chuckled. "He is not?" Agnella removed her hands from her face to see that he was actually wearing a shirt. "You thought he was naked?" Beta Vigo laughed. "I don't... I thought he was shirtless, I think I'm seeing things," Agnella mumbled, embarrassed as she watched Alpha Draven walk to her.

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