Page 19 of Doubts of the Egoist (Egoist #3)
“Liar. You’re thrusting into my hand.” In the infernal reflection, his leaking cock rubbed shamelessly against Yugo’s palm, his hips swaying back and forth.
“That’s because…” Kuon didn’t finish, not wanting to admit that seeing Yugo’s stupid face, flushed with desire, made him feel utterly giddy, and that was reason enough for him to deal with pain.
“Go on,” Yugo purred into his ear, then added, “If I had known you liked being watched, I would have told you about the cameras sooner.”
A dagger of self-consciousness twisted in Kuon’s gut.
In a way, having sex in front of the mirror was exciting, but how much of what Yugo had said was just a game?
For all he knew, someone could be watching them right now.
More importantly, someone might have seen him stick the SIM card to the bottom of the vanity unit.
He turned to the crime scene to see if any evidence was left behind, but Yugo’s fingers sank painfully below his jawline, reinstalling eye contact.
Phantom stares pierced him. Like X-rays, they made him feel exposed to the bone.
On the other hand, the Black Duke looked relaxed, at ease in his domain, as if nothing was wrong.
With a chuckle, Yugo released his grip. Kuon’s palms slapped against the cold marble, but his eyes never broke the hypnotic contact with their reflection.
On his knees, with his arms folded before him in a semblance of a submission pose, Kuon looked flustered and confused.
In his mind, imaginary cameras watched him from every angle, and only Yugo’s broad frame hid his loins from their prying lenses.
He blinked, trapped in this deranged sexual game where he didn’t know what to believe.
Stopping the game would be the right thing to do, but a shallow part of his mind, corrupted by Yugo’s touch, wanted to continue.
Once again, Yugo made him do something he’d never thought of doing. Kuon didn’t know if he liked it or hated it, but he was sure of one thing—if someone saw him hiding the SIM card, he wouldn’t last here long enough to find out.
Kuon swallowed against the lump in his throat, not bothering to hide the trepidation in his voice. “Are there cameras in the bathroom?”
A chuckle brushed Kuon’s nape. The wet heat of the tongue traced a prominent muscle in his shoulder as Yugo ground his hips against his ass once again.
A pushy thumb found Kuon’s lower lip, pulled it down.
“Simon says, suck my fingers as you would my cock until I’m satisfied, and then you shall find out. ”
Kuon’s cheek twitched. For a moment, they stared at each other through the black reflection—Kuon with suspicion, Yugo with lively curiosity. The steam, or maybe the haze of lust, Kuon couldn’t tell, swirling around them gradually clouded the glass, making it even harder to see Yugo’s face.
He is bluffing. Who in the world would put cameras in the bathroom? Even he’s not that twisted. No one is watching.
“I missed that look in your eyes,” Yugo whispered. His breath hitched, his vision losing the edges to darkness as he peered into the foggy reflection. To Kuon’s credit, he didn’t look away even though he wanted to—his chin jerked to the side, hands clenched into fists.
A hesitant exhale washed over Yugo’s palm as Kuon’s lips parted, and a shy tongue slowly outlined his knuckles.
White teeth caught Yugo’s finger hard enough to sting before Kuon obediently took it into his mouth.
Hot and velvety, the tongue pressed from below, squeezing the forefinger and giving it a sweet suction.
Yugo’s nerves sparkled. Without thinking, he pressed down, pinning the tongue with his nail before rubbing the spot.
A rush of hot air tickled the joint between Yugo’s fingers. Kuon’s teeth snapped over his knuckle, holding it in place and preventing it from moving. Deep pink crawled up Kuon’s neck as his pupils flicked down and to the side, unable to hold Yugo’s gaze.
A dog holds its master’s hand like this when it wants attention, thought Yugo. Wanting to see if Kuon’s gaze was marked by canine loyalty, he asked in a low voice, “Look at me while you’re pleasing me.”
The deep-brown eyes focused, and the mist of arousal in their depths dispersed a fraction. The teeth unclenched, releasing Yugo’s finger. Kuon licked his lips and gulped. “Yugo, I really—”
“I didn’t say enough,” Yugo drawled, fighting back a grin.
Kuon’s eyes narrowed. Leather bit into Yugo’s neck as the belt tightened, forcing him to collapse on Kuon’s wet back.
Kuon turned his head, and the dilated, haunted pupils fixed on Yugo as a sinister voice washed his cheek with a faint scent of mint.
“But I say enough . Tell me now, if there are any cameras in this bathroom, or I swear to God, I’ll drown you in this very bathtub. ”
A laugh broke free, but the leash tightening around Yugo’s throat cut it short. With the merriment bubbling somewhere in his windpipe, he managed to choke out, “Yes, three.”
Kuon paled, but the noose loosened. “Where?”
“So demanding.” Yugo chuckled and reached up to rub the back of his neck, but he answered anyway, “In the wall lamp next to the mirror, above the window, and the third one—” Yugo paused to nibble at Kuon’s earlobe, “—is staring right at us from behind, recording everything. It’s built into the ceiling light. ”
Kuon’s face lost color, but his eyes blazed with flames to immolate Yugo alive. He elbowed back; the impact knocked a strained huff out of Yugo’s mouth.
“I can’t believe it. When were you going to tell me? How many cameras are in the bedroom?”
Rubbing his aching ribs, Yugo fought for breath, choking on his laughter.
He missed the angry flames dancing in Kuon’s dark eyes, the indignation in his voice, and the spectrum of emotions flashing across his handsome face too fast to catalog.
He missed it so much that he couldn’t stop himself from teasing the man even more.
“Six.”
“Six? For fuck’s sake!” Kuon slapped the water with his palm, hung his head, and took a calming breath.
His powerful back expanded, as he held his breath, then slowly deflated, releasing the air with a soft HSSSSS .
He whirled. His right hook caused Yugo to duck aside and slam back into the water, creating ripples.
Wet fingers pulled at the short chestnut hair.
“Why? I don’t get it. What’s wrong with you?
For how long? All this time? Even before? Everything?”
Kuon’s ragged, disjointed questions and furious expression triggered another laughing fit. Yugo wiped his running eye with the back of his wet hand, unable to breathe, then squeezed out the words, “Simon says—”
With a “shut up” and a quick lift of his palm, Kuon cut him short. Silent seconds dripped off the clock, water off Kuon’s fingers. Realizing he got trapped in zugzwang [2] , Kuon watched him with caution, then shrugged as determination sharpened his cheekbones. “That’s it. I’m going to murder you.”
“Relax, you psycho. It’s not a big deal,” Yugo snorted, shuffling away, each movement shredding the thin foam from the body wash that had formed around his hips.