Page 13 of Just a Bit Captivated

Don’t you dare chicken out, he told himself sternly.

“No,” Aiden said, making a show of getting comfortable.“I’m keeping my end of our deal, aren’t I? You promised to tell me stuff about your brother, so I can become a perfect little sex pet for him. I’m all ears.”

A muscle by Zain’s left eye twitched.

Aiden gave him another innocent smile.

“Out,” Zain repeated, in a tone that made it clear that disobedience was unthinkable.

Aiden despised the part of him that wanted to meekly do as he was told. Fuck that. He wasn’t going to let this man’s will crush him—that would be the ultimate, final enslavement. That would mean he had accepted what he had been turned into.

Aiden made a thoughtful sound.“No, thank you,” he said after a moment.“I’m very comfortable where I am.”

The expression on Zain’s face was priceless: cold fury mixed with deep incredulity, as if his mind couldn’t grasp the concept of his commands not being obeyed. Aiden could barely keep himself from laughing.

“Get out of my bed,” Zain said flatly.

Aiden pretended that he couldn’t hear him. “So, here’s the first question: does your brother prefer to top or bottom?”

Zain took a deep, audible breath.

Aiden yelped when he was suddenly thrown over a wide shoulder and carried like a sack of potatoes.

He was dumped on his ass in the corridor, and the door slammed shut an inch away from his nose.

Aiden stared at the closed door.

And then, he grinned.

His butt kind of hurt, butOperation Annoy-Zain was off to a very promising start.

***

Next night he’d half expected to find Zain’s door locked, but it wasn’t. Then again, installing a lock to keep Aiden out would be the equivalent of admitting that Aiden was significant enough to get under his skin, so of course that arrogant dick wouldn’t do it.

That played right into Aiden’s hands.

He hadn’t seen Zain at all that day—his helicopter had left very early in the morning and returned well after supper—and Aiden was… antsy. He couldn’t wait to see him. He couldn’t put his plan into action if the villain wasn’t there, after all.

Zain was sleeping on his back this time, his long, muscular arm stretched across the empty space beside him.

Aiden scowled once again at his perfect physique—he somehow looked arrogant even in his sleep, the dick—before walking over and climbing into the bed again. But Zain’s arm prevented him from lying down. After a moment’s thought, Aiden crouched beside him and poked him in his smooth chest. Did he wax it? Or was he naturally smooth? Aiden had kind of thought that with such an abundance of facial hair Zain would be hairy all over, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Aiden moved his fingers to Zain’s arm to check if he had hair there. He did.

“Out,” Zain said, without opening his eyes.

“You’re getting repetitive, you know,” Aiden said, turning on the lamp on the nightstand. “So, does your brother prefer to top or bottom?”

Zain sighed. It was the most long-suffering sigh Aiden had ever heard in his life. It made him grin. He knew he’d won.

“Probably the latter,” Zain said, his eyes still closed.“I once walked in on him having his asshole licked.”

Aiden pulled a face. Just imagining Jordan walking in while someone ate his ass made him extremely uncomfortable.“It doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s a bottom though. Some tops like having their asses eaten.”

Zain’s expression became pinched. Clearly it wasn’t a topic he ever wanted to contemplate or talk about.“Gadiel’s never had to lift a finger to get anything in his life. I can bet you anything that he’s the type to lie there and order someone to pleasure him. Topping would be too much effort for such a spoiled brat.”

“It’s kind of weird that you care so much about him when your opinion of him is so low.”

“He’s my brother,” Zain said, as if that explained everything.

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