Page 51 of The Chameleon

But none of that ever mattered to Matteo. To him, Ares had always been gorgeous. The way his dangerous eyes grazed over Matteo like he was always ready to devour him, the way he held Matteo with his rough, hardworking hands, protecting him, making it clear that Matteo belonged to him, and even the way that Ares aggressively pounded into him when fucking. Taking control and always making sure that Matteo came his fucking brains out.

Yes, it was an added bonus that Ares had a fucking big dick, but to be honest, the thing was too damn big. Matteo always spent more time trying to stretch himself out and take in every last inch of Ares’s massive manhood than he did actually enjoying having it inside him. Matteo would have been perfectly happy if Ares had an average-sized dick, but he knew that having a big dick was something that made Ares proud. So, of course,Matteo stroked the man’s ego whenever they were having sexy times.

All of those things made Ares gorgeous in Matteo’s eyes. He just wished that one day Ares would see for himself just how good-looking he really was.

“Can I ask you something?” Ares whispered, voice cracking as he stared at Matteo’s bare chest.

Matteo shrugged his shoulders, still not wanting to make eye contact.

“Why did you buy this place?”

This was the one question Matteo had dreaded being asked ever since Ares arrived unannounced.

“Be honest with me, please.” His voice was raw and sounded so vulnerable.

It was weird seeing Ares so open and exposed. Usually, the man was always so guarded, projecting that super-macho image that he thought was so important to portray.

Fighting against his better judgment, Matteo decided to answer the man truthfully.

“Because this place holds a lot of happy memories for me.” Now it was Matteo’s turn to feel open and exposed.

Was he really ready to share his feelings with Ares and explain to the man who broke his heart what was really going on inside his head?

This was the cabin Ares had been staying in when they first met all those years ago. Over the years, while they were dating, they used this cabin as their escape, a way for them to be together—always in secret, away from the prying eyes of anyone who might recognize them.

No one could know that Ares was dating a man.

Always in secret.

Always in hiding.

In the end, that had been their downfall.

“Me too,” Ares whispered, his fingers gently grazing the side of Matteo’s hand.

Even though Ares was barely touching Matteo, the connection they shared spoke volumes.

Both men lay there in silence, breathing in each other’s essence, secretly committing it to their memory. That feeling of being connected, of being understood, of being…together.

Eventually, it was Ares who finally broke the silence in only a way that Ares could.

“Fuck, I gotta take a piss.”

Matteo tried not to laugh as he watched the dangerous man-beast next to him hop out of bed, ass jiggling as he made his way across the bedroom.

The man had no class.

Yet, still, Matteo’s heart craved him.

16

ARES

“I’m going to take a quick shower before dinner,” Matteo announced before heading toward the bathroom in between the master bedroom and the second bedroom.

“Sounds good,” Ares replied, checking the last of his text messages from Elijah.

There was an issue with one of the routes they usually used to smuggle guns from Croatia into Albania. One of the ships that they normally used was being surveilled by the Croatian police, so Elijah was working on an alternate method of transportation.

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