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 spoke only once the helicopter took off.
“Massage is one of the few things that help my headaches,” he said. “And thanks to you, I still have one.”
Giving him an innocent look, Aiden smiled. “I’m sorry? I would offer to give you a massage, but I don’t know the first thing about them.”
Zain regarded him for a moment. “You’ll have to make up for it another way, then,” he said in a quiet voice.
Aiden’s mouth went dry. His heart started beating somewhere in his throat. He stared at Zain, painfully aware of him—the distance between their bodies—in a way he’d never been aware of another person in his life.
“What do you mean?” he managed.
Was this going where he thought it was going? He was pretty sure he wasn’t imagining the thick tension in the air, the cruel glint in those dark eyes. Zain wanted to punish him. He wanted to make him regret his insolence. Zain was going to make him do something. Something disgusting and humiliating. Like… Like make him suck his cock.
Suck his cock.
The idea made Aiden’s heart race with—with indignation and disgust. He was already mentally preparing arguments when the other man finally replied.
“Shutting up and being quiet will be a start.”
Aiden blinked at him, flushed and wound up from the confrontation that hadn’t happened.
Right.
Why had his mind immediately jumped to being forced to suck Zain’s cock? It had been stupid of him to expect Zain to behave that way. The guy was probably homophobic, like the majority of people in this country. He wasn’t going to suddenly want head from a man. Which was great. Fantastic. Aiden didn’t have to worry about being molested and forced to suck Zain’s cock.
His own cock twitched in his pants.
Aiden took in a deep breath, trying not to freak out.
Okay. He was a healthy twenty-one-year-old guy. The semi he was sporting didn’t have to mean anything. And it definitely didn’t mean that he found the idea of being forced to suck this asshole’s cock in any way arousing. That would be—weird. Aiden had always been open-minded, but he’d never been into rape fantasies. He really didn’t judge people who were—whatever floated their boats—but it just wasn’t his thing. At all. But it looked like now he was going to have to reevaluate that opinion.
Unless it was a Zain thing rather than the forced sex thing.
No way, Aiden told himself vehemently. That would actually be far worse than a questionable kink. He refused to believe that he could be attracted to that asshole. Refused.
Nope.
Just nope.
Chapter Eight
Aiden was still freaking out on the inside by the time they arrived.
It was a fancy restaurant in Dubai Marina. The view was spectacular enough to make Aiden snap out of his confused musings and stare at all the glittering, luxurious buildings.
But Zain didn’t give him much time to gawk. The familiar heavy hand returned to his upper back, fingers grazing against his nape.
A small moan threatened to leave Aiden’s lips. He swallowed it with some difficulty, looking at his tented crotch. Fuck.
“Walk,” Zain said.
Tugging his suit jacket closed, Aiden did as he was told.
Walking with an erection was fucking hard, pun intended. Walking with an erection when the cause of that erection still had a bossy hand on his back was almost impossible. Ugh. Seriously, what the fuck? Aiden had no issue with being into men, but couldn’t he have a hard-on for someone—anyone—else? Anyone but the impossibly domineering dick who had bought him to be a sex toy for his brother. Clearly he needed to get his head checked.
Gadiel was already waiting for them at the restaurant, seated at a secluded corner table. He got to his feet, looking a little nervous. “Hey,” he said, nodding awkwardly to Aiden.
Aiden just glared at him sullenly. Gadiel might not be as much of a dickhead as Zain, but he was still an ass without an ounce of human decency.
“Sit,” Zain said, pushing Aiden into a seat and finally removing his hand from him.
Not that it helped much. Aiden’s skin was still prickling with terrible awareness, as if Zain’s touch had left a permanent brand on it.
Aiden’s cock twitched again.
Jesus. This was bad.
“So,” Gadiel said. “How are you settling in? Do you like the country?”
Aiden scowled at him. “Seriously?”
Gadiel gave a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I just—I just don’t know how to talk to you. This situation isn’t exactly normal, and you’re very—I’m sure you know how you look. You’re very handsome. The most handsome guy I’ve ever seen.”
Aiden glanced sideways at Zain, wanting to know what he thought of his brother’s words.
Zain’s face was inscrutable as he perused the menu. By all appearances, he wasn’t paying them any attention, and Aiden dragged his gaze way. Something that seemed an awful lot like disappointment nestled in the pit of his belly.