Page 23 of Third Crime’s A Charm (Princes Take New York #3)

Truman let out an irritated huff as he dropped his cuff links in a crystal bowl. “They should be. How can I protect you if I don’t know where you are?” he asked as he turned, wagging his finger as he advanced on Matteo.

“It’s you they’re freaked out about and I don’t need your protection,” Matteo said and went to slap Truman’s finger away but his hand was grabbed and he was pulled close.

“You’re mine as far as the rest of this city is concerned,” he said in a low growl. “And if you’re mine, you’re under my protection.”

“What if I’m not the kind of man who wants that? I’m too independent,” Matteo mused but he was shaking on the inside. Not with fear, but with need. He needed Truman to kiss him and Matteo needed them to be naked and breaking things.

“I’d never take that kind of risk, not with someone like you,” Truman said, catching Matteo’s chin. “I’d keep you close and I’d spoil you.”

“Hmmm…” Matteo’s nose wrinkled. “I could have stayed in Austria or Paris if I wanted to be spoiled. The Foundation would be glad to pay my bills if I stayed closer to home and out of trouble.”

Truman’s head lowered, his lips grazing Matteo’s. “They can’t spoil you like I can.”

“I told you, we’re not doing that again,” Matteo said, bluffing. They both knew he was but Matteo sealed his fate by sucking on Truman’s lower lip and squeezing his hard-on.

“Fuck, Matteo!” Truman’s lips crushed Matteo’s as he was thrown against the wall and his belt and fly were ripped open. His boxer briefs and trousers were shoved down before he was spun and Truman dropped to his knees. “Just this! Just let me taste you.”

But he didn’t wait. Truman parted the cheeks of Matteo’s ass and groaned as he licked and sucked, swearing and spitting and drilling with his tongue.

“Fine. Just this.” Matteo held onto the door jamb and the wall, his eyes rolling at the lush heat and pleasure.

There was a wild, hungry twitch in his ass and his legs almost buckled when a finger nudged his hole.

“Ja! That too!” He kicked his shoe off and freed his leg so he could lift it, giving Truman more access.

“The bed.” Truman rose and picked Matteo up, rushing them into the bedroom.

Matteo was thrown onto his stomach and laughed as he fought his way out of his shirt and tie. The bedside table was hastily searched before Matteo’s trousers were pulled off and flew across the room. But Matteo wasn’t laughing as he was held down and filled with slick, twisting fingers.

“Is that enough?” Truman asked, his breaths thundering in Matteo’s ear as his fingers slid back and forth. He reached deep with every stroke, making Matteo’s toes curl.

He fisted his hands in the duvet, holding on tight as he shook his head. “No. More. Fuck me.”

There was a long, agonized hiss as the head of Truman’s cock tapped against Matteo’s hole. “Say it. Tell me you want me, that you need this dick deep inside of you.”

Matteo bit into his lip, whimpering. He had never wanted any man to dominate him like that but something snapped in Matteo’s psyche when Truman lost control. “Bitte! I need it! Give it to me now.”

“That’s it. And how do you want me to fuck you?”

“Hard! Fast!” Matteo panted against the duvet, then let out a euphoric sob as hot, throbbing heat filled his passage, driving deep and making him scream Truman’s name. “More! Bitte!”

“Oh, you’re so good. So, so good…” Truman’s hands spread around Matteo’s asscheeks, gripping tight and holding him open.

Hard claps and their strangled cries filled the room.

Anyone inside the townhouse could have heard them, but Truman didn’t seem to care.

He was savage and possessive, holding Matteo down and declaring loudly that he was Truman’s.

That was a development but Matteo was too lost in the swelling heat and pleasure that flared with each driving thrust. Truman was so deep and rough and Matteo was intoxicated at the possibility of being desired in such a consuming way.

It wasn’t about control or Matteo’s feet or his face or his name.

Truman wanted to possess him . And in ways that only they would understand.

To his family and Muriel, this looked like a crisis.

But Matteo was beginning to see himself and something more fulfilling than being von Hessen #3.

In Truman’s eyes, Matteo was beautiful because of his intelligence and his heart, not just his face and his body.

Truman also knew how to appreciate Matteo’s body.

He was flipped over and his legs were pulled around Truman’s waist as he slammed forward, filling Matteo to the hilt. “Gott! Truman!” Heat skipped along Matteo’s nerves and they flickered as pressure throbbed, deep in his ass.

“That’s it. Come for me. I need to taste you,” Truman commanded through clenched teeth, just as Matteo’s soul imploded.

“Truman!” Cum spilled from Matteo’s cock and he was as light as confetti, twitching and panting as he floated back to earth.

Truman scooped the cum up with his fingers. “And this…” He paused, taking a moment to lick them clean. “This is mine too.” The fierce look in his eyes should have set off warning bells, knowing Truman and his reputation.

“Nice try,” Matteo said as he grabbed the front of Truman’s shirt and pulled him close for a brazen, breathless kiss. “You can’t control me. You never will and that’s why you can’t get enough.”

“Damn it, Matteo!” Truman let go, digging in with his knees and holding Matteo’s ass ruthlessly tight as his hips pumped harder and faster.

He came with a hoarse sob, falling into Matteo’s arms. His chest heaved as he pushed himself up and onto his side.

“I’m tired of always fighting, but I wouldn’t want you any other way.

” Truman laughed breathlessly and kissed Matteo’s shoulder.

Matteo smiled at the ceiling. “I rather enjoy the fighting.” He turned his head and hummed, squinting at Truman. “You’re a bit too heavy handed outside the bedroom. If it weren’t for that, I might keep you,” he said haughtily, making Truman groan.

He took Matteo’s hand and pulled it to his lips, kissing the knuckles. “I’m working on that. I have a recording of my meeting with Marty. I was hoping you’d reward me for being extra sneaky but arguing about Neville was almost as much fun.”

“A recording?” Matteo gasped dramatically, rising and pouncing. He pushed Truman onto his back and mounted him. “I can’t believe you would do something so illegal and unethical!” he whispered, clicking his teeth.

“Mmm…” Truman nodded seriously. “It’s highly unethical and violates Illinois’ eavesdropping law. Does that mean you don’t want to hear it?” he asked and Matteo snorted.

“I definitely do and there might still be a reward in it for you.”