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“Oh, right there,” Matteo gasped. It had only taken a moment, but Ares found that magical spot that always sent sparks flying throughout Matteo’s body. “Fuck. Yes. Right there!”

There was nothing sexier than the sound of flesh smacking against flesh. If one were to walk into the greenhouse at that very moment, they would be greeted by the smell of sex, sweat, and lilies. The perfect scent for a hot fuck session.

Mouth falling open, Matteo rode out the pleasure flooding his desperate body.

“Oh… fuck… I’m gonna come,” Ares moaned, digging his fingers into Matteo’s hips as he unloaded his seed in Matteo’s smooth ass.

Riding out the wave of pleasure, Matteo gripped his cock and followed his man over the edge.

Streams of hot cum shot from his cock, painting the wooden surface of the workbench beneath him.

With an exhausted sigh, Ares collapsed forward, draping his body over Matteo’s.

“Comfy?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Cock feel good in ass. Cock live in ass forever,” Ares murmured, clearly having no intention of ever pulling his dick out of Matteo’s ass or even lifting his body off Matteo’s.

This was it. This was how the boys were going to find him when he died of starvation—bent over a wooden bench with a dick up his ass. Oh, and cum leaking down his leg.

Yup. Classy as fuck.

“So, does this mean we’ve officially made up?” Ares asked over Matteo’s shoulder.

Matteo turned his head slightly. “I’ll let you know when my ass has forgiven you. Until then, it needs more attention.”

Ares chuckled.

God, that was such an amazing sound.He really did miss that laugh.

Turning upward, Matteo captured Ares’s lips in a kiss. They continued to make out, enjoying each other’s bodies over the next few hours—Matteo trying his best to keep Ares off his injured foot.

Looking back at his impulsive act, Matteo kind of regretted shooting Ares in the foot. Had the man not been injured, who knows what the beast could have been capable of?

Still… the man did piss him off…

It was only after the third pounding of the evening turned morning that Matteo’s ass finally forgave Ares.

It appeared that Ares’s cock and Matteo’s ass were once again best friends.

33

MATTEO

Three Weeks Later

Standing outside the crumbling building, Matteo couldn’t believe that a place like this was still operational. How the hell did it pass safety inspections? Did they even have safety inspections out here?

The Don Kiev Asylum was so far off the beaten path that Matteo was pretty sure this facility was where doctors came to run illegal experiments and create Frankenstein’s monsters.

“You sure it’s safe to go inside?” Matteo asked, unable to tear his eyes away from the large hole on the right side of the building. “Was it hit by a bomb?” he asked, still not convinced that he wanted to go anywhere near the crumbling structure.

“I’m sure, at some point, it probably was. This region has lots of fighting. Many wars, many disagreements. I would guess some angry man threw a bomb at the building,” Ares stated, staring at the building with his hands on his hips. “This is not a nice place. This is where the damned come to be punished, and the monsters are left to rot and die.”

“And which are we here to see? The damned or the monster?” Matteo looked over at Ares, still trying to understand why they were standing at hell’s gate.

“A monster whose been damned.”

Okay… that wasn’t chilling or anything.

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