Semua Bab HUNTED: Bab 1 - Bab 10

MATTEO The familiar smell of disinfectant vanished the instant I stepped through the revolving doors at the hospital's entrance. I pulled my jacket tighter to keep out the chill of the evening breeze. I headed toward my car thinking of my bedridden twin sister, Sofia. She had looked the same today, just like she always had for the past three years. She had lain in the bed in the VIP room, pale and unmoving, in coma. Sofia was still trapped somewhere between life and death while the machines around her helped her to breathe. I had sat beside her bed for an hour, talking about nothing genuinely important. The weather has been the conversation starter, swiftly followed by a book I had started to read about two nights ago. She never answered. She hadn't answered in three years and I missed her so much it ached physically. But I was glad that at least she was safe here, away from him—our father. She was safe from the monstrosity of that house and the venom that dripped from e

MATTEO {Two Weeks Ago} The bass from the high dimension speakers hit me the moment I stepped in. Around me, the lights flashed different colours: red, blue, violet—then again. The air was heavy with the smell of sweat, perfume, cologne and alcohol. I adjusted the large cap of the black hoodie which I wore low on my head. The gay bar was crowded, dark and loud in a way that made me feel safe. Faces blurred together on the dance floor with no one looking too closely. I liked it like this, no one recognizing me in different clothes and a different posture. This was another version of me. The wig I had on itched badly as the colored contacts caused my eyes to water. But my disguise was necessary. I could not risk anyone recognizing me, Vittorio Leone's disappointment of a son, in a place such as this. I didn't want to be the useless son here, just another stranger looking for a drink. Maybe a hard fuck too. I made my way to the counter where my order for a drink was answe

ALESSANDRO The shock on Matteo's face when his eyes met mine was just exquisite.His eyes widened in recognition before he froze at the doorway of the chapel.It was satisfying to see the color drain from his cheeks underneath the soft lighting.My gaze raked over him shamelessly.There was that same lean body I had mapped with my mouth in a suit.And I would recognise those luscious lips I had bruised with kisses anywhere. He looked edible in that suit.The thought of stripping it off him later, at home, made my blood to surge.His lips parted and I heard his breath catch even from where I stood at the altar. Perfect.This was the exact reaction I had been expecting since the day began.It was my own payback for what he had done to me that night, two weeks ago.I could still remember every detail. I could still feel the way his tight hole had clenched around my cock perfectly.It had undoubtedly been as if he was made for my cock and my cock alone. Every moan he had made was bra

MATTEOAlessandro's lips crashed hard and swift onto mine before I could give a response.I didn't even have the time to process any of the words he had just spoken at all.The kiss was hard and demanding, stealing every single breath from my lungs. I moaned softly when his hands gently came up to cup the back of my neck.His hand held me in place as his lips moved against mine with brutal purpose. Everything was so familiar.How I felt.What he made me feel It was exactly like that night at the bar. Consuming. Overwhelming. Impossible to resist.His mouth plundered mine, his tongue dancing possessively inside of me.My eyes fell closed as I allowed myself to feel everything he was doing to me.Our tongues collided and tangled, spittle mixing hotly in our mouth."Oh... god," I moaned.Desire burned vehemently and rather dangerously beneath my skin.Suddenly, he stopped.My eyes flew open, just in time to see him lean back to take a look at me.His brows lifted."Not him, Matteo,

ALESSANDROMy eyes were trained on Matteo who was standing at the centre of the bedroom.He looked quite small just standing there against the backdrop of the massive bed behind him where the smooth dark sheets readily waited."Didn't you hear me?" I asked, brows lifting. He swallowed."If I repeat myself pretty boy, there would be consequences for that," I educated him as my hands slid into both of my pants pockets."Gimme a moment," he finally spoke, his trembling fingers reaching for his tie.He started to loosen it.I watched the material slip from his fingers, eluding him exactly two more times before he was finally able to get a better grip on it.My lips curved in amusement.Was he that nervous?So nervous his hands were shaking terribly?Frustration painted his facial features as he tugged at the fabric until he had managed to pull it entirely free from his neck with a pained hiss.The tie dropped to the carpet without a single sound as his hands.“Keep your eyes on me while