Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Zain dragged his eyes away. But his gaze fell to the graceful slope of Aiden’s shoulders and back, covered in hickeys—the ones he’d given him when he fucked him—and then lingered on the round, firm ass hugged by the thin gray shorts.
Zain grimaced and took a deep breath, trying to will his arousal away. It didn’t work. It never did when it came to this—this unnatural, infuriating attraction. It sickened him, how wrong wrong wrong this was, and yet he could do nothing to eradicate it.
The low hum of frustration that had buzzed under his skin since dinner didn’t help, either. He wanted relief. He wanted to bury himself in Aiden and take out his frustration on him.
You can, a voice said at the back of his mind. He’s yours. Yours to do whatever you want. Yours yours yours.
Zain gritted his teeth, trying to block it out of his mind. It was useless. Something about Aiden brought out his worst qualities. Greed. Possessiveness. Selfishness. And uncontrollable, animal lust. Lust for another man.
Had he been a more devoted Muslim, he would have been more guilt-ridden and ashamed. The guilt and shame were still there, but they had little to do with his religious beliefs and more to do with his lack of self-control. He did believe in Allah. He didn’t believe that Allah cared that much about where he put his cock.
His abysmal lack of self-control was the bigger issue.
Had he been able to control this unnatural attraction, he’d have let his brother have him—the brat might do something very inadvisable any day now because of his pent-up sexual frustration and immaturity.
But he hadn’t been able to control his illogical possessiveness. He hadn’t been able to allow another man to touch what his body considered his.
Looking back, Zain even found himself questioning his decision to buy Aiden. It had been too impulsive. He’d gone to that party to meet a business associate. He’d certainly had no intention of buying Gadiel a sex pet—until he saw Aiden kneeling on the podium. The boy had looked so vulnerable and lost—and so unbearably pretty, all golden and light, his skin soft and smooth. Zain could barely look at him, yet he couldn’t look away. He knew he had to buy him. For Gadiel. Or so he’d convinced himself.
That had been his first mistake.
Except he didn’t regret that mistake. Just the thought of another man buying Aiden made him nauseated and unreasonably angry. Aiden made him unreasonable, period.
He should never have touched Aiden. That had been his second mistake.
Not that Zain was the only one to blame for this mess. Aiden was a manipulative little menace, with all his soft, doe-eyed looks and I want yous. Zain wasn’t born yesterday. He knew when he was being manipulated, even if Aiden had chosen a bizarre way to do it.
Except knowing that he was being manipulated didn’t necessarily mean he wasn’t affected by it. Unfortunately.
Sighing, Zain undressed to his boxer briefs and got into the bed.
He considered kicking Aiden out of it—he had no business being in his room—but to Zain’s distaste, he couldn’t deny that a part of him very much liked finding his—the boy waiting for him in his bed, all soft and warm and his for the taking.
Frowning at the predictable direction of his thoughts, Zain watched his hand touch Aiden’s lower back. The contrast of his darker hand against the pale skin was fascinating. It was another reminder that Aiden was from a different world. He didn’t belong here.
But he still belonged to him.
Zain watched his hand tug Aiden’s shorts off, revealing his ass to his hungry gaze.
Being undressed didn’t wake Aiden. He was a heavy sleeper. He’d once slept through Zain fucking him, waking up only when he came on Zain’s cock.
“Figures you’d be into somnophilia,” he had grumbled afterward, rolling his eyes. “You pervert.”
Zain wasn’t into somnophilia—at least he hadn’t been. But there was something about using Aiden while he was sleeping so peacefully that made his heart speed up and his cock harder than it had ever been. The absolute rush it gave him was disturbing on several levels that had nothing to do with a sexual kink and everything to do with his insane, unhealthy possessiveness. The desire to use this young man like a thing and own him, totally.
Damn it, how he despised it. He despised the way Aiden knew exactly what to say to lead him by his cock. I’m yours. Your thing. I love it when you use me. You can use me whenever you want.
Just remembering Aiden’s words made him so hard it was uncomfortable, his body burning with the primitive need to fuck, to take.
He stared—glared—at Aiden’s round, bare buttocks for minutes before eventually losing the battle with himself and groping them greedily, kneading the plump flesh. Aiden made a small sigh-like noise but didn’t wake up.