Reign of Darkness (The Prince's Assassin #2) - Ariana Nash Page 0,58

he withdrew just as quickly. Niko chased the kiss, even as he pulled away. He needed to taste him, to sink his teeth into Vasili’s skin and thread his fingers with Vasili’s. He wanted to slide his fingers into his hair and hold him still as he fucked Vasili’s hand—needed to make Vasili moan and cry out and make him feel.

“Do I need to restrain you, Nikolas?” he purred.

“Fuck!” Niko slammed his wandering hands back on the rail. Frustration strummed through him. He wasn’t sure he could do this the way Vasili clearly wanted.

Vasili’s lips brushed Niko’s, and again, when Niko leaned in to capture that kiss, Vasili withdrew like the tease he was. “Touch me without my permission again,” the prince whispered, “and this ends.” His hand squeezed the head of Niko’s cock, punctuating the threat with a sharp dart of pleasure that made Niko’s back arch and his balls ache. He was going to spill in his undergarments if Vasili didn’t ease off. But would that be so bad a thing? This didn’t have to mean anything. It changed nothing, and by the three, Niko desperately needed it.

Vasili tugged roughly on Niko’s pants ties, jerking Niko’s hips in urgency. His quick hand plunged inside, his warm, lithe fingers encircled Niko’s flushed erection, his thumb brushed the damp slit, and Vasili’s tongue plunged into Niko’s mouth. Niko moaned into his mouth. It was an attack. He couldn’t think to breathe. All he could do was ride the blinding onslaught of pleasure and kiss him back so savagely that Vasili couldn’t fail to feel his desperation. And it was desperation. He’d wanted this horrible, vicious prince bent beneath him for so long, since the kiss in the farmhouse field, since he’d woken among damp sheets, with the dreams of fucking Vasili haunting him. He’d even thought of Vasili while he’d fucked Julian.

Gods, it had always been Vasili.

Pleasure snapped, uncoiled, and rolled up Niko’s spine, his seed pulsing free. He arched, moaning out his release against Vasili’s hand. The prince sighed in his ear, glided his hand up Niko’s hard length, and deliberately brushed the sensitive tip. Sparks of too-sharp after-pleasure bucked through Niko, and it was a fucking miracle he still held the damn rail.

Vasili stepped back, his gaze sultry, leaving Niko breathing hard, cock exposed and leaking the evidence of Vasili’s attention.

A glimpse down and Vasili’s own hardness upset the line of his fine trousers. But if he didn’t tolerate touching, he wouldn’t tolerate Niko going down on him either. He was about to offer when Vasili lifted his hand to his own mouth. His pink tongue licked Niko’s cream from his fingers, and his scandalous mouth tipped into a crooked smile.

He hadn’t expected… that. Or the salacious look he was getting now, or the way Vasili knew how much it had killed Niko to hold back, but also how much hearing Vasili snarl orders had absolutely made Niko need to obey them. In those moments, hands gripping the rails, he’d have done almost anything to keep Vasili’s hand on his cock and his tongue against his skin.

And that was a damned terrifying thought.

Do I need to restrain you, Nikolas? No. Vasili wasn’t ever having that much control over him, like he’d once had Julian begging on his knees.

“This changes nothing,” Niko growled out, roughly tucking himself away.

The prince flicked his fingers, took a slim piece of silk from his back pocket, and wiped them clean. “Why would it?”

Gods, the bastard’s attitude should have turned him off, but there was something in Niko that delighted in hearing that sniping tone. He wanted to hear it more, wanted to see Vasili snap and rage and lash out, and he wanted to hear him tell Niko to get on his knees—because the outline of his hard cock inside his trousers meant he was alive and that he felt something.

Niko shoved from the rail and crossed the deck to Vasili in three strides, stopping so close Vasili’s chest brushed his own with every breath. The prince stilled, lifting his chin. He never backed down, but he did glower at Niko. If Niko unlaced Vasili’s trousers and dropped to his knees to swallow the prince’s cock deep, would he let it happen?

“Someday soon, I’m going to take you in my mouth, prince, and I’m going to milk you until you cry my fucking name.”

Vasili’s stillness thawed. His sly, knowing smile returned. He opened his mouth to speak, but then his gaze skipped over