Page 146 of Lord of the Lone Wolf
“Marlin,” Maseo whispered, remembering the young man who had shown him rare kindness and paid for it with his life.
“Ah yes, Marlin. Poor boy. All he did was smile at you, and look what happened to him.” His eyes glittered with sick pleasure. “Do you think about him sometimes? Do you blame yourself for getting him killed?”
“You killed an innocent man,” Maseo said in anguish.
“He was competition. And I don’t share what’s mine. Just like I won’t share you with Auslin and Kitsuki. They’ll learn the same lesson Marlin did.”
The threat ignited something fierce and protective in Maseo’s chest, burning hotter than the pain. His muscles tensed, ready to fight despite the sword pinning him to the wall.
Kio noticed the change, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Oh? Have I touched a nerve? How sweet. I wonder if they’d still want you if they knew what you used to let me do to you.”
His hand slid lower, fingers tracing the waistband of Maseo’s breeches with deliberate intent. He pressed his erection more insistently against Maseo’s thigh. “I can’t wait to fuck you until you can’t remember Auslin’s or Kitsuki’s names.”
The words sent a wave of nauseating terror through Maseo, far worse than the physical pain of the sword. It wasn’t about revenge or jealousy anymore. Kio had become an inhuman creature of pure malice that killed without conscience and took pleasure in suffering.
“Please stop,” Maseo whispered, hating himself for the word but unable to stop it from escaping.
Kio’s hand moved lower to work at the fastenings of Maseo’s breeches. “It’s nice to know you still beg so beautifully. You must get a lot of practice from pleading with Kitsuki to pay attention to you.”
“That’s not true,” Maseo denied.
Kio leaned in closer, his breath hot against Maseo’s ear, the unmistakable hardness of his arousal pressing against his captive’s thigh. “You can pretend you hated it, but we both know how much you loved getting fucked by me. Nobody’s dick has ever made you feel as good as mine. Say it.”
Maseo remained mute, refusing to give Kio another victory.
Kio pushed aside the loosened fabric, his fingers trailing over skin with a familiar, unwanted intimacy. Maseo’s body went rigid with revulsion, but there was nowhere to go, no way to escape the touch that brought back memories he’d spent years trying to bury.
“There it is,” Kio moaned in satisfaction. “Your body remembers who you belong to, even if your mind wants to forget.”
“Get your hands off me,” Maseo snarled, but Kio only chuckled.
“Or what? You’ll fight me?” Kio’s other hand came up to cup Maseo’s face, his thumb brushing over his cheekbone in a mockery of tenderness. “You’re pinned to a wall with my sword through your shoulder. You can barely stay conscious, let alone fight.”
As if to prove his point, Kio leaned in and pressed his lips to Maseo’s throat, teeth scraping against the vulnerable skin in a promise of violence. A groan of pleasure escaped him as his body shuddered against Maseo’s.
The contact sent revulsion through Maseo, stirring memories of similar unwanted touches that had once led to brutal violations. He turned away, earning a backhand across the face so violent that his vision exploded with stars as his head cracked against the stone wall.
“No, you don’t get to reject me anymore. It’s my right to fuck you, because you’ve always been mine.”
Maseo spat, tasting copper where his teeth had cut his lip. “No matter what you do to me, I’ll never be yours again.”
Something dark and terrible flickered in Kio’s eyes, a glimpse into the abyss that had consumed whatever humanity he once possessed. “You’ve forgotten your place. But don’t worry. I’ll enjoy reminding you.”
His hand moved to Maseo’s throat in silent threat. “Do you know what the best part is?” Kio’s touch drifted to Maseo’s chest, nails raking over sensitive skin hard enough to leave red welts. Hisbreath caught at the sight of the marks he was creating, his gaze following them with sick fascination. “They’re too busy fucking each other to care about me destroying you.”
His palm covered Maseo’s heart. “I could keep you here for hours. Maybe even days, since this part of the castle is never used. Nobody will hear you scream but me.”
“Someone will come looking for me,” Maseo said, but each passing second made it harder to believe.
“When?” Kio’s laugh was the sound of breaking sanity, his eyes bright with a feverish light of desire. “Tomorrow morning, when you don’t show up for breakfast? By then, I’ll be long gone, and you’ll be nothing but a memory.”
His hand moved lower again, past Maseo’s navel, and the half-wolf shifter’s struggles grew more frantic, despite the agony it caused.
He couldn’t let Kio reduce him to the broken thing he had once been. “No, I won’t let you do this.”
“And how do you plan to stop me? You can barely stand, you have no weapon, and you’re losing blood fast. Your body can’t heal with the sword still in you. Face it, Maseo. No one’s coming to save you this time.”
Maseo refused to give up. He had survived his father’s attempt to kill him by finding strength he never knew he possessed. He wouldn’t let it end with giving Kio the satisfaction of breaking him again.
