Page 50 of Crown of Steel

Arthur narrows his gaze. “Please?” He parrots, tauntingly. “Really? That’s all you can come up with? Where has my nasty, wicked Régis gone?” He pulls back and pretends to search around my face with an amused, narrowed gaze. “Hmm, not here.”

“Oh, fuck off,” I grunt.

“No,youfuck off.” Like a switch of light, gone is the amused smirk. Instead his onyx eyes shoot daggers and his grip on my head turns more rigid. “Here's the thing,chaton. You’re really,really messing with the wrong guy. Did you think that you could bribe me like that?” He kicks the chair and grabs it tightly as it tilts on two legs, turning it smoothly until I’m fully facing him. He’s still crouched in front of me, our faces now on the same height, his muscular thighs around my legs.

I tilt my chin, swallowing away arousal and trepidation. “I need you to back off.”

“Uh uh.” Arthur clicks his tongue, then slowly stands, keeping me trapped with his legs as he reaches for my belt. His other hand pulls my head back and when our eyes meet again, I realize that I’ve really pissed him off. His dark eyes glower, the golden-brown color of his irises practically swallowed by the black depths of his pupils.

“Back off,” I hiss again, this time through gritted teeth.

“No.” His answer comes in a short huff, making my entire body buzz with anticipation, blood flooding south at a disquieting speed. “Not anymore. You wanted some space, I gave you some space. But guess what? I got impatient, and I really started to miss you. And on top of that, now we’re back in the game now, with Dad waiting for us.” He unbuckles the leather, and pops the buttons of my pants before I realize that’s happening. My hand flies to his.

“What are you doing?” I seethe, but he just tilts my head even further, making me arch my back until my knees are wrapped around his thighs and I’m practically facing the ceiling.

“Nothing that you don’t want me to do.” His fingertips linger on my hardening cock and squeeze my crown. Pain and pleasure ripples in one, long shudder and my knees start to tremble, just like my voice. “My friends are here. They can’t see us, not like this.”

Arthur’s grin is low, and thick. “They already know,chaton. Don’t you realize by now? Everyone already knows. I told you this. It seems that you are the only one who’s a bit slow.” His fingers, those cool, slender digits, crawl inside my boxers andgrab hold of my throbbing cock. Groaning, I try to squeeze my knees together.

“What do they know?”

Suddenly, he’s looming over me. Keeping me steady on my chair, practically horizontal with my feet in the air, his other hand plunges into my boxers and starts to work my dick with firm, quick strokes. My entire body trembles. “That I’ve claimed you, little stepbrother.” A lazy grin lifts his lips. Straddling my thighs, he continues to take me apart. “In a minute, we’re going to see our parents, and they will want to know how these first months are going for you. What are you going to tell them, hmm?” He swipes the pre-cum of my slit with a brush of his thumb, then licks it into his mouth. The gesture is so obscene that my eyes roll back, and I start to pant.

“Hgh—that everything’s going fine,” I wheeze.

“Hmm.” Bending forward, Arthur licks his way up my neck and to my mouth. I tense in his arms, not sure what to expect, but certainly not the way he dips his head and closes his mouth around my upper lip, breathing in. “So good,” he nuzzles against my face. “You smell so fucking good.”

He does too. The scent of aftershave and something spicy makes me widen my nostrils and inhale deeper. Arthur nips at my mouth, brushing his lips against it, and moves down to graze his teeth over my lower lip. I gasp, sliding my hands up and around Arthur’s neck as he licks inside my mouth, stealing our first kiss. My first real kiss.

“We don’t have much time,” he murmurs. Voices around us make my body go rigid, but Arthur just chuckles as he continues to stroke my cock. We’re in public, just like last time, touching and groping each other for the whole world to see. Although in his defense, Arthur has draped his large, heavy body over mine, so there isn’t much to see I guess. His hand feels heavy on the back of my head, from where he pulls it exactly where he wants my face, my mouth. He nibbles on my lips, bites and suckles onmy tongue and swallows my moans that are becoming more and more frantic with each forceful brush of his hand.

It’s like all my carefully built-up defenses crumble down into one, big pathetic pile of grit. I have missed him, and I fucking despise myself for it. But it doesn’t change the way my mind melds into his, purring when my flesh connects to the tips of his fingers and the softness of his mouth. I can’t stop it.

“Don’t try to cross me again,chaton, because I’ll always win,” he croons. “And come now in my hand like the good boy you are.”

No, I want to scream. I won’t! But Arthur’s playing my cock like it’s some fine-tuned instrument and he knows all the right places to pluck. He places his open, wet, hot mouth at my ear, then lets out a moan. It’s a low, husky, vibrant rumble that makes my toes curl and my balls erupt.

“Oh God…” I cry. And then I come. Like an awoken volcano on a deserted island, I fucking explode. Arthur’s lips are on mine once more, swallowing my mewls and wails as I fall apart for him. Again.

When I finally come down from my high, he moves to stand up and grabs a towel from his duffel bag. “Come on, get cleaned up. We need to go, they’re waiting for us.”

“Start without me, I’ll be right there,” I snarl, feeling defeated, sated and furious at the same time. “You don’t have to chaperone me to them. For fuck’s sake.”

I’m fuming as I set myself right again. Because I underestimated his poison, believing that I’d had him by the balls this time. Because he knows just exactly where to attack me. I just can’t swing those flutters away that he always causes. Whenever he’s close, my body is filled with tiny fireflies. And it’s exhausting.

“Mewl,” he goads, and I snap. He’s fucking infuriating and he knows it. Grabbing the towel, I lunge for him. I miss and he runs away with a howl, fleeing the canteen.

“Oh no, this time you won’t get away with it,” I growl, giving chase. “You believe you’re untouchable, just because of your name! Well, guess fucking what. You’re not! You hear me?” I run after him, and while he increases the distance, he turns on his heels to run backwards, laughing and howling as he avoids the swinging towel. I’m on fucking fire, fury coiling through my veins like thick lava with every missing pitch.

“Apparently I am,” he mocks, taking yet another turn and taking us deeper into the castle.

I lose track of time and place as I chase him down, zigzagging through Monterrey Castle and its countless hidden narrow corridors. By the time he finally halts in front of the office, I once more have no clue where we are. Right now, I don’t care either, not when I can finally take my revenge. Arthur props himself against the wall, arms wrapped around his chest, as he barks out his laughs and tries to avoid the towel. I get in a few whacks, to my utter satisfaction, until he grabs hold of the edge of the towel, pulling it in. Pullingmein. Before I can let go, one large hand cups my nape and squeezes, while his glistening, charcoal eyes take me in.

“Behave,” he whispers against my forehead before planting a chaste kiss there that makes my toes curl.

What a fucking asshole.

“Arthur, Régis.” Jean-Luc stands up the moment we enter the large study, a smile on his face. He’s got the whole suave look—handsome with a touch of elegance, his square jaw nicely shaved, putting emphasis on his tan and those dark eyes. The twins definitely look after him, though Jean-Luc misses that cockiness that both guys possess. But then, he’s older now, and with my mother…

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