Page 19 of Just a Bit Captivated

Salma laughed.“Oh, this is priceless! I like him, Zain. You need more people around you who don’t put up with your bossy ways.”

Throwing her an annoyed look, Zain got to his feet, all smooth grace and tightly restrained energy. He quickly got dressed, his eyes fixed on Aiden in a manner that wasslightlyunnerving. Slightly.

Saying something in Arabic over his shoulder, Zain strode forward and settled a heavy hand on Aiden’s back.“Walk.”

Aiden walked.

They walked in silence to the helicopter. Aiden resented the arrogant, proprietary way Zain’s hand felt on his back, and his insides were twisted up into a tight knot that was part-anticipation, part-trepidation, and part-glee. It might be fucked-up, but he was…pleasedthat he’d spoiled Zain’s fun with his woman, and he didn’t even mind all that much that Zain was going to punish him for that—and for his disobedience. It was worth it. Annoying and inconveniencing that dick was worthanything.

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 itdefinitelydidn’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 aZainthing 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.

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