Page 38 of Just a Bit Captivated

Unfortunately, Zain wasn’t much better at reining his temper in where their father was concerned.

Sheikh Mustafa ibn Mohammed Al Rahim wasn’t an easy man, never had been. Some fathers—some other fathers—might have been proud that their son was a highly respected businessman with a fortune that far exceeded their own. Not Mustafa. A control freak like him didn’t like how little control he had over Zain’s life. If Mustafa had his way, Zain would have already been married to Al Sharabi’sdaughter.

Zain’s lips thinned, a twinge of guilt twisting his stomach as it did every time he was reminded that Gadiel’s bride had been supposed to be his. Zain was the one Mustafa had wanted to offer for Sheikh Al Sharabi’s daughter. His father hadn’t exactly been happy when Zain had point-blank refused to marry the girl. He had no desire to marry someone chosen by his father, a girl thirteen years his junior.

You have no issue fucking aboyeleven years your junior.

Zain’s jaw tightened, his mood taking a turn for the worse as he quickened his steps.

The boy was… He didn’t count. He was just a convenient hole to use.Nothing more.Nothing.

Zain came to a sudden halt, realizing where his feet had brought him.

He was standing in front of Aiden’s room, not his own.

He stared at the door in frustration, but he couldn’t bring himself to turn away. This was where his body wanted to be after that clusterfuck of an evening. This was what his body itched for—to bury itself in Aiden’ssweet body and soft, eager mouth and forget all the problems and frustrations of the evening.

It was useless fighting this. He would only end up tossing and turning in his bed if he denied himself this. Hecouldwalk away. But why should he? Aiden was his.

Zain pushed the door open.

The room was empty.

His heart beating faster, Zain scanned the room with his eyes. Where would he be at this hour?

Quashing the irrational urge to wake up all of his employees and force them to find Aiden for him, Zain turned and headed to his room. He’d probably fallen asleep in another room. Nothing to worry about. Zain didn’tneedto see him tonight.He was in control of himself. His cock didn’t control him.

Zain approached his bedroom—the door was already open—and went still.

Aiden was sleeping in his bed.

After a moment, Zain closed the door, slowly walked forward, and stopped by Aiden’s side.

The boy was stretched out on his stomach, his arm hugging the pillow. He was only wearing a pair of shorts, which wasn’t surprising. He constantly complained about the heat, unused to the local climate. His cheek was slightly pink—he must have been spending too much time outside again. His long eyelashes fluttered against the pale, fragile skin below his eyes. His lips were parted, a little wet and soft-looking.

Zain dragged his eyes away. But his gaze fellto the graceful slope of Aiden’s shoulders and back, covered in hickeys—the oneshe’dgiven himwhen he fucked him—and then lingered on the round, firm ass hugged by the thin gray shorts.

Zain grimaced andtook 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, howwrong wrong wrongthis 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 Aidenbrought 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.

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