Page 13 of Tell No Tales
Klaus's gaze hardened. "What if I want you to touch me?"
Vadim laughed. "My touch brings death. We both know better."
Klaus's frown deepened. "What just happened?"
"That's what you wanted, isn't it?" Vadim knew Klaus all too well after hearing his thoughts for the last three months. "You wanted to get me out of your system. Well, there you go. Orgasm achieved."
"Are you still reading my fucking mind?"
"I don't have to read your mind." Klaus's intentions had been clear while they were linked. Now, Vadim was grateful their connection was broken. He couldn't bear the thought of hearing Klaus fawn over someone else. "You're as predictable as a pirate romance."
"How so?" Vadim loved the way the skin above Klaus's nose scrunched when he scowled.
Vadim laughed. "They all end in tragedy."
"That's not a romance, then," Klaus said. "I'll have you know, all romances have happily ever after endings."
"Not so for pirates." Vadim knew that all too well.
"Good thing we're not pirates."
Klaus caught him by surprise, spinning him on his heel and reversing their positions. Being trapped against the wall usually set off Vadim's warning bells, but this time, he surrendered to the onslaught of kisses.
Klaus tugged his tunic from where it was tucked into his pants. Then, Vadim groaned as soft skin glanced over his chest, barely touching. Gods, Klaus had the softest hands. Vadim wanted to hold them in his own again, but he didn't dare.
"Open your eyes."
Vadim cracked his left eye open. It had always been a little blurry after Martiz healed it. Vadim used it more to see close up, while his right eye was better at seeing long distances. From here, Klaus was in perfect focus, his brown eyes mostly pools of black at their center. "Why?"
"I want you to know it's me who's ruining you for anyone else." Klaus's fingertips dipped below the waistband of Vadim's pants, tugging him closer.
Vadim scoffed. "You plan on doing so with a hand job?"
"You think I can't?"
"Try it and see." What was he even saying? This would end badly. It was better to conclude the farce now. If he let it continue, he would regret it before the day was over.
Klaus withdrew his hand and licked it from the divot at his wrist to the tips of his fingers. He untied Vadim's pants with his other hand and then held his shirt out of the way. His lazy smile had Vadim's eyelids drooping again. He couldn't watch, or he'd come too soon.
"Eyes. On. Me."
Klaus gripped his cock harder with each word, and Vadim felt that pressure in his eyes as he tried to widen them.
"That's more like it. Now show me what you like."
Vadim tried to glance down, but Klaus dropped his shirt to tip his chin up again. "On me, sweetheart. You're not going anywhere."
Fuck, Klaus already had him on the brink. Vadim had hated being manhandled by Martiz, but here Klaus was, ordering him around and watching him with an intensity that made his face flush and his palms sweat inside his gloves. Not to mention, his cock was so hard it ached. Klaus hadn't moved his damn hand, and it was still clenched around his cock so tight it felt like it would burst with his next heartbeat.
"Good boy," Klaus said. "Now I've got your attention."
"Not your boy." His cock deflated a little at the term, making the pain bearable again, even as he struggled to maintain his composure. He was not eighteen, and this was not Martiz. He inhaled as deeply as he could through his nose and let it out through his mouth.
"No. I'm sorry. I got carried away." Klaus smirked. "Daddy?"
"Fuck you."
"We're saving that for tonight."
