That Irresistible Poison Read Online Alessandra Hazard (Calluvia’s Royalty #2)

Categories Genre: Angst, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Calluvia's Royalty Series by Alessandra Hazard
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
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“Last time I saw you, you didn’t exactly try to be in charge. You were more than willing to just lie under me and let me do all the work.”

Seyn flushed, unable to believe Ksar was actually bringing that up—and speaking about it in such a casual, matter-of-fact tone, as if he was discussing weather.

“It doesn’t prove anything,” Seyn said. “A single occurrence isn’t enough to draw correct conclusions.”

There was silence on the line.

Seyn flushed, suddenly realizing how his words sounded.

“It wasn’t an invitation for a repeat performance,” Seyn said stiffly, glaring at the ceiling. “It was a mistake. I was just overwhelmed. If I were thinking clearly, that would never have happened. Not with you.”

Ksar said nothing.

“And you’re wrong,” Seyn said, just to be contrary. “I would totally love to fuck someone.”

Ksar made another dismissive, skeptical noise.

“I would!”

He could practically hear Ksar sneer. “Even if you get to put your cock into someone, make no mistake, you’ll be the one getting fucked, be it a man or a woman, the mechanics of sex notwithstanding.”

Seyn’s mouth went dry as he imagined strong hands holding him down as someone rode him, using his cock for their pleasure, using him so well he could only beg for more. Fuck.

“But you’re such a spoiled little thing,” Ksar said, his tone rough and nasty. “You’d prefer to be the one getting pleasured while you do nothing but just lie there and take cock.”

Seyn had to bite his hand to muffle his moan. He squeezed his cock with his other hand, imagining it: being bent over a massive desk, strong hands gripping his hips as a heavy body pressed against him from behind, a thick cock thrusting inside him. Seyn had tried fingering himself and found it both enjoyable and frustrating. A cock would probably feel so much better.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Seyn blinked at the ceiling, for a moment unable to comprehend Ksar’s words.

When he did, he froze, wide-eyed.

Ksar gave a soft snort. “By all means, don’t stop on my behalf.”

Seyn scowled, his face uncomfortably warm. He couldn’t believe Ksar knew. “Fuck you. I’m not doing it with you listening!”

“You weren’t so shy when you thought I didn’t know.”

“I’m not shy,” Seyn bit off, feeling humiliated beyond belief. It must have been so amusing for Ksar to pretend that he had no idea while Seyn made a fool out of himself. “It isn’t exactly a turn-on to know that you are listening. I’m just horny all the time, okay? It has nothing to do with you— I would never be attracted to you. You’re the last man I’d want.”

For a long time, Ksar said nothing.

When he spoke again, his voice was hard and cold. “If you can’t keep your hands off your cock even when you speak to a man you claim to loathe, your self-control is pathetic. Work on it. Come up with a believable excuse for why you aren’t attending social gatherings. You will not go anywhere until you can keep it in your pants.”

Seyn bristled at his overbearing attitude. “I wasn’t going to—I’m not stupid. I don’t need your instructions. You aren’t the boss of me. It’s none of your business what I do.”

“Until the betrothal contract between our Houses is void and null, you’re my business. If you weren’t, I wouldn’t have wasted my time calling you.”

Agh!

Furious, Seyn switched his earpiece off, wishing Calluvians used those old-fashioned phones that he’d seen on some other planets. Slamming a phone down or throwing it away would have been so much more satisfying.

“Asshole,” he said to the empty room, still shaking with anger.

Seyn scowled at his hard cock, which still refused to go down. Sighing in annoyance, he took it back into his hand and started fisting it furiously.

Screw Ksar. Screw him. Heavens, he hated him so much.

Chapter 9

It was all well and good to say that he would avoid all social gatherings, but there was one Seyn absolutely couldn’t avoid: his sister’s marriage ceremony. Gynesh would kill him if he did that, and their mothers would never forgive him.

That was how Seyn found himself dressed in the blue and white colors of his House, his hair up in an intricate hairstyle that drew attention to his jawline and lips. He looked good; he knew that.

Gynesh looked positively radiant.

Seyn smiled a little, watching wistfully as his sister’s entourage fretted over Gynesh’s hair.

“Ladies, she looks perfect as it is,” he said, stepping into the room.

The women bowed to him gracefully with a chorus of “Your Highness.”

Gynesh smiled at him, her green eyes very striking in contrast with her dark violet hair. “You may go ahead,” she told her ladies-in-waiting and walked toward Seyn. She patted his cheek with a grin. “These cheekbones are unfair to the rest of us mere mortals. You aren’t supposed to outshine the bride, you know.”


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