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Aiden grinned.“Are you saying you’ve watched gay porn? Yeah, you’re totally straight!”

Zain glowered at him. He pulled his fingers out and looked back at the screen, as if he didn’t give a damn what Aiden was doing and wasn’t all that interested in getting off.

“You’re so silly with your homophobia, you know,” Aiden said, lining up Zain’s erection with his hole.“Sex is just sex. It’s about making yourself feel good. It makes you feel good to put your cock in my asshole. Period. Stop being weird about it. Ohh—doesn’t this feel as good to you? This feels so damn amazing. Your cock, filling me up.”

“Stop talking,” Zain bit off, staring at the screen of his laptop.“You take cock like a seasoned whore with a sloppy cunt.”

Aiden half-moaned, half-laughed, clutching his wide shoulders for leverage.“You do realize that I love it when you call me offensive things, right? Call me a cockslut, a whore, call my hole a cunt—it only turns me on.”

“Because you’re shameless,” Zain said, finally looking—glaring—at him, his gaze intense and utterly fixated. As bewitched as Aiden felt.

Aiden smiled at him dazedly, feeling drunk on the heady want that thrummed in the air between them.

“I’m going to miss this,” he said, pushing down on Zain’s cock.

“Miss what?” Zain said, his eyes roaming over Aiden’s face.

This addicting intensity. You. The way you make me feel.

“Your cock,” Aiden said lightly.“I didn’t know what I was missing out on. It’s a good thing it’s much easier to find cock back home than here—”

Zain threw him onto his desk, yanked his legs wide, and slammed into him.

Aiden cried out, staring at him wide-eyed, as Zain’s mask of indifferenceshattered, revealing something half-crazed and feral.He could only take it as Zain pounded into him like a man possessed, like a beast staking his claim, all cock and animal want.

Aiden barely registered his own orgasm, his eyes fixated on Zain as the older man pulled out and came all over him: his face, his clothes and his softening cock.

Breathing hard, they stared at each other for a long, stunned moment.

Slowly, Zain’s mask of indifference slipped back into place.

“Leave,” he said, returning to his chair.“I have work to do.”

Aiden fixed his clothes with trembling fingers and left.

He barely remembered getting to his room.

He walked to the mirror and touched the smear of come on his cheek.A mark of ownership.He shivered, remembering the crazed look in Zain’s eyes: dark, possessive, and toxic.

He should run. Run very far away. He shouldn’t wait for Zain to get him out of the country.After what he had seen on Zain’s face, he wasn’t at all sure Zain would ever let him go.

He wasn’t surehe’dhave the strength to go.

Because the horrifying truth was, part of him didn’t care that this sort of possessiveness was more than a little disturbing.

Part of him feltthrilled.

Chapter Sixteen

Aiden felt very cranky the next morning. He hadn’t slept well. Zain hadn’t come to his room for their usual round of sex in the evening, so he hadn’t seen him since the… the incident.

Aiden wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act now. Should he just ignore the issue?Wasit even an issue? Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe he was overthinking it. People could say and do weird things during sex. Maybe Zain had just gotten a little carried away, and that dark, intense possessiveness in his eyes wasn’t real.

“Hey,” Aiden said when he entered the dining room. He could barely hold Zain’s gaze when the older man looked at him over the rim of his coffee cup.

He looked normal again. There was no half-crazed, possessive look on his face. His expression was inscrutable, almost cold, and Aiden’s stomach dropped.

Christ, what was wrong with him? Did he actuallywantZain to go all crazy caveman on him?

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