Page 62 of Doubts of the Egoist (Egoist #3)

The taste of the kiss lingered on Yugo’s tongue, infecting him with greed.

The thought of Kuon moaning into someone else’s mouth, showing even a flicker of the passion he’d just displayed, stabbed into Yugo’s liver like a shiv, twisting and drawing the black blood of jealousy.

He had to punish Kuon’s infidelity and ensure this body wanted only him.

He knelt on the bed beside Kuon’s hip and swung his other leg over Kuon’s taut bottom.

He snorted at how foolish he had been. Except for a few encounters, he had always prioritized Kuon’s pleasure, despite him being a prisoner.

For some reason, Kuon’s opinion mattered to him.

Yugo had resisted doing things he wanted simply because Kuon would hate them.

That woman, Kristina, was still alive for the same reason.

He’d even given up the chains because Kuon loathed them.

Yugo accepted Kuon’s demands without a fuss, thinking it wasn’t a big deal, even though he loved the thrill the restraints provided. Wasn’t that stupid?

Bondage had been a constant of Yugo’s sex life for years. It wasn’t merely a kink—it was woven into his very identity. Yet he’d given it up after a single request. Now, he found it an unnecessary sacrifice, since nothing complements a skin tone like steel, except maybe blood.

I’ve compromised too much to please you. That’s my mistake, one I can fix.

With a habitual gesture, he grabbed the nearest chain, forced Kuon’s white-knuckled hand against the pillar, and locked a metal cuff around his wrist. The former cop begged him once more to come to his senses but quickly fell silent, his eyes fixed on a red handprint on his forearm.

Working quickly, Yugo forced Kuon’s legs apart to secure them with soft leather straps.

The younger man lay still, as if he finally understood that words wouldn’t change anything.

And he would be right. Yugo didn’t want to hear anything because he still remembered the words said in the car, “I didn’t leave on a whim.

I thought about it for days, and I… realized that we live in completely different worlds.

I have no place in yours. Whatever’s going on there, I… can’t be a part of it.”

“Bullshit. You knew it all along, yet you came here,” Yugo muttered, reaching for the top drawer of the nightstand on his side of the bed. Kuon twisted to look over his shoulder. Dark eyes full of concern and alarm watched him retrieve a pack of condoms and take one out of the box.

“Yugo, don’t you dare,” Kuon croaked as if every word scratched the back of his throat.

Yugo tore the wrapper open with his teeth and spat out the plastic.

For the first time in months, Kuon looked deadly serious and frightened as he strained the chain to lift himself onto one shoulder.

A glistening trickle of sweat skated down his temple, over his unshaven chin. “You hear me?”

Even though Yugo had no intention of having sex, the rejection stung.

As he replied, his tongue burned with the venom in his words, “Don’t dare what?

You really thought I’d fuck you after him?

Don’t flatter yourself; I’m not interested in leftovers.

I just want to check you out. You don’t expect me to scoop his cum out of you with my bare hands, do you? ”

“You asshole, I told you not to insult me!” Kuon bared his white teeth in a snarl and yanked at the chains.

The leash between his hand and neck pulled taut, gleaming in the morning sun.

Kuon attempted to say something else, but violent coughing drowned out his words as the collar bit into his neck.

He yanked at the bed restraint with his other hand, attempting to free himself, but his thrashing only caused the steel to peel the skin from the base of his palm.

The mattress sank when the Black Duke knelt between his prisoner’s spread legs and unrolled the condom over his index and middle fingers.

His head tilted to the right as he took a long moment to appreciate the soft swells of Kuon’s balls resting on the sheets and the round ass.

Yugo leered at the firm buttocks clenching with anticipation.

Hating to disappoint, he spread Kuon’s ass cheeks apart with a gentle hand. The entrance was slightly darker than Kuon’s skin and looked undisturbed.

Usually, Kuon’s hole was a little swollen after sex and had a pretty pink tint around the rim, but Yugo had never been satisfied with just one round. Their sessions were long and draining, so he couldn’t say what it would look like after a quickie.

Frustrated, Yugo pressed his sheathed fingers against the entrance and twisted them inside.

Kuon hissed, flailing in helpless rage. His hands, red and swollen from poor circulation, clenched and relaxed. Four deep crimson crescents marked his skin, left by his nails.

Does it hurt? Yugo hummed to himself but discarded the observation as unverifiable and focused on the sensations.

Hot and tight, the sphincter resisted penetration. The powerful muscles clamped around his knuckles, holding him like a Chinese finger trap. Still, there was no relief. Hours had passed since the possible intimacy. The muscle ring could have cooled down and lost its flexibility.

“Come on, open up.” Yugo pressed down on the lower wall, spreading his fingers with effort, latex stretching tightly around his knuckles.

A painful groan broke the morning silence. Kuon’s back arched, red, raised scars stretching taut over protruding vertebrae, as if the bones beneath might break the skin at any moment.

“Yugo, please.” A shaky voice drifted past Yugo’s attention. He pressed harder, and tense muscles gave way under the violent penetration, slowly opening to reveal a mesmerizing view of pink insides. “We can’t go back to this…”

“You shouldn’t have forced me then.”

Kuon’s fists clenched, transmitting his distress. His sphincter shrank, and the view of the tender pink closed. Metallic clanking filled the air, accompanied by short and ragged gasps.

Yugo tuned out the noise as his senses focused on the hot tenderness milking his fingers. The thin latex was already lubricated, so he couldn’t tell if Kuon’s rectum was slick or not.

He twisted his hand, curled his fingers, and pulled them out.

Blood drained from his head, leaving him cold with realization. Clean…

He’d feared discovering signs of release in Kuon’s body, but finding nothing at all was hardly any better. No lube, no cum, not even a sign of waste.

He couldn’t have known I’d return today, and he hates sex toys. So why? A vivid memory of the first time Kuon had prepared himself for sex flashed through his mind, reminding him how rewarding it had felt. Now, the same view hit him in the balls. Did he do it for the dog?

The air in his lungs turned to pure acid as it slowly oxygenated his blood. He nodded a few times, unable to hold back a huff of disdain. I guess I read too much into things.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again. His emotions grew distant as the realization sank in that Kuon hadn’t gone to the dog for spontaneous revenge sex. It was planned. Wanted .

In Yugo’s crime code, planning a crime was as bad as committing it.

His jaw clenched. He wanted to paint Kuon’s world in bloody hues, then let him wash away his mistakes with tears and sweat.

The itch to re-apply the masterful beadwork of sweat and blood onto the lacy canvas of his scarred back with a whip burned his fingertips.

But the mere thought of those deep, brown eyes, once again obscured by opaque white, robbed him of that option.

Instead, he used his words to color Kuon’s world in all shades of humiliation.

“Did you like it, having sex with that fucking dog?”

Yugo wasn’t gentle or considerate as he thrust two fingers of his other hand into Kuon’s rectum and spread them apart, stretching the hole wide open.

“Enough!” Kuon hissed, metal clanking. The sour scent of fear thickened in the air as the captive tried to tuck his ass down and wriggle away from the merciless fingers. “It’s not like that. Please, stop!”

Ogling the rosy insides quivering under his gaze, the Black Duke didn’t hear the plea. His fingers moved in and out, caressing the incredible softness as he watched the light play over the glistening inner tissue.

Amazing… How could such a tender place exist in such a strong, rough body?

Yugo’s heart thundered, sending lustful heat simmering through his marrow. He swallowed hard, battling the overwhelming urge to run his tongue over that softness. He would have done so if not for the haunting thought that he was no longer the only one who knew the taste of this place.

“Well, at least he didn’t tear you. No signs of abrasions.” He must have said it with arctic impartiality because Kuon didn’t reply, only his trapped hand inched up his spine as he rested his forehead on the mattress.

The palpable desperation thickening the air didn’t touch Yugo’s heart because his attention was glued to the pulsing anus.

He hummed, wondering if he’d consumed enough alcohol for his saliva to acquire disinfectant properties strong enough to remove the dog’s presence.

Whiskey would do a better job, but the bottle lay somewhere on the floor, unreachable.

He opened his mouth and let a crystal-clear thread of saliva stretch from the tip of his tongue into the flushed insides.

It hit the inner wall and slid deeper, swallowed by a powerful contraction of Kuon’s rectum.

Yugo’s stomach twisted with a primal instinct, cock throbbing in his pants. He let out another mouthful of saliva, then pulled at the muscle ring to get a closer look at how his spittle wet the glistening tenderness.

So fucking hot…

Kuon hissed. A powerful spasm forced Yugo’s fingers together, shutting off the mesmerizing view. The Black Duke tsked and carefully freed one hand.