Seyn licked his lips, his pulse thundering in his ears. “You don’t have to make it sound like such a chore.”
Ksar looked him in the eye.
A beat passed, then another.
Seyn felt heat rush toward his groin, want making his hands tremble and intensifying the longer he looked into Ksar’s eyes.
“It won’t be a chore,” Ksar said in a low voice, “if you don’t make it one.”
“Screw you,” Seyn said, barely moving his lips, only vaguely aware that everyone was rising to their feet. The ceremony seemed to be over, but it felt so very distant. “Fuck you.”
Ksar leaned to his ear and said, “I’ll be the one doing it. And you will like it.” And then the asshole just breathed against the sensitive shell of Seyn’s ear, making Seyn tremble violently and let out a small moan.
“My study, ten in the evening.”
And with that, Ksar stood and left to congratulate the happy couple, leaving Seyn trying to awkwardly hide the giant bulge in his pants.
Chapter 10
Seyn told himself he wasn’t going.
He was determined not to go.
So he had no explanation for what he was doing at the Second Royal Palace at eleven in the evening.
“You’re late,” Ksar said coldly the moment Seyn walked into his study.
Seyn closed the door and leaned back against it, trembling faintly and hoping Ksar couldn’t see it. “Eager?”
Ksar shot him a look that would have been unimpressed if it wasn’t also weirdly intense. “I’m not in the mood for your sass,” he said, leaning back in his chair and loosening his white cravat. “Come here.”
Seyn’s heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. His knees were weak as he walked toward the man seated behind the desk. It felt like Ksar was the only thing in focus while everything around him seemed hazy.
He straddled Ksar’s lap and leaned in. He was breathing unsteadily, but so was Ksar.
“For the record, I hate you,” Seyn said, looking from Ksar’s eyes to his thin, cruel lips. The urge to bite them was nearly irresistible, but no, he wouldn’t. That would be too close to kissing, which…No. Just no.
“I fucking despise you,” he said before sinking his teeth into Ksar’s sharp jaw and almost moaning at the surge of want. Shaking with it, he ground his cock against Ksar’s stomach as he peppered Ksar’s strong jaw and neck with hard kisses and sucks, breathing him in. Ksar’s earthy, masculine scent was doing strange things to him. And fuck, the taste of him…The secondhand want he’d felt before was nothing compared to this overwhelming need for—for something. Seyn whined in frustration, hands roaming all over the expanse of Ksar’s chest and arms, greedy, wanting to feel skin, wanting to feel closer to the awful man he’d hated all his life.
“Don’t leave marks,” Ksar said tersely, unbuttoning his own shirt unhurriedly.
Seyn sucked harder on his neck, just to spite him—and, okay, because he wanted to. No matter how hard he kissed the bastard’s skin, it just wasn’t enough; he wanted more.
Shrugging his shirt off, Ksar sighed and pushed him away. “If we do this, we do it on my terms,” he said.
Seyn glowered at him, but then he noticed that Ksar wasn’t as indifferent as he pretended to be: he was fully aroused and his muscles were so rigid with tension they looked positively delicious.
It was such a strange thought. Seyn had never thought of another person as delicious, but now, looking at the broad shoulders with muscles rippling under the smooth skin, that was the only thought he had: delicious. He wanted to consume him, lick him from head to toe, leave bruises all over his body, and—fuck, he wanted that asshole to leave bruises all over him. He wanted to have marks on his skin, proof that he affected Ksar as much as he affected him, proof that Ksar wanted him.
“Why on your terms?” Seyn said, his trembling hands traveling down Ksar’s chest to his hard stomach. He moved his hand lower, cupping the now-familiar bulge under Ksar’s dark pants. “Stop pretending you’re doing me a favor. It’s not like you get nothing out of this.”
Looking at Ksar’s face, it was impossible to tell that Seyn was stroking his cock through the fabric. “Take it or leave it,” he said testily, his thumb brushing up Seyn’s throat. He gave Seyn a half-lidded, haughty look. “You know where the door is.”
The most infuriating part was, Ksar’s attitude was doing things to Seyn’s body it had no business doing. Seyn couldn’t believe his cock was actually into Ksar being the bossy asshole he normally was. There was nothing attractive about that kind of attitude. He hated it. But apparently, Seyn’s cock disagreed. Seyn’s cock was stupid. Stupid, and seriously messed up.
Seyn tried not to lean into Ksar’s touch too much, but he had a feeling he wasn’t entirely successful. “And what are you going to do if I agree?”