Page 30 of Just a Bit Captivated

What now?

How was he supposed to act now that he’d willingly—and enthusiastically—had full-on penetrative sex with the man who had bought him? Bought him for his little brother.

Zain pulled out of him, and Aiden hissed, aching in places he never had in his life.

Slowly, he turned onto his back and sat up.

Zain looked up from fixing his fly.

Their eyes met.

Later, Aiden would try to convince himself that it was a deliberate plan he’d come up with to manipulate Zain. But that would be a lie.

The truth was, his body moved before he could stop it. He got to his feet, he stepped forward, his arms wrapped around Zain’s neck, and…

And Aiden kissed him.

It was a gentle, chaste kiss, but it made Aiden shiver almost violently with the need to deepen it. He didn’t, keeping the contact of their lips barely there. Oh god.

Zain’s body was absolutely rigid against him. For a long moment, he didn’t move.

Then his hand came up and wrapped around Aiden’s throat. “What do you think you’re doing?” Zain said, his breath brushing against Aiden’s lips.

Aiden lifted his gaze to his eyes and smiled.“It was a kiss. I had fun. Let’s do it again sometime.”

Zain stared at him.

Aiden’s smile widened. God, there was nothing he enjoyed more than befuddling and frustrating this man. “What? No one ever kissed you after sex before?”

“You’re unbelievable.”

Grinning, Aiden patted him on the cheek. “What, did you seriously expect me to be freaking out over this? I did tell you that I wanted you, remember? I’m an honest guy.”

Zain bored his eyes into him.“I distinctly remember you telling me that you hated me.”

Aiden nodded.“I do,” he said amiably. “I do hate you. But it’s just sex. Sex means nothing. I can hate you and happily let you fuck me every day.”

Zain’s expression became tight.“I have no intention of fucking you again. This was—I did this to teach you a lesson. I’m not gay.”

And yet Zainstillwasn’t pushing his very naked body away.

“Sure,” Aiden said agreeably, nuzzling the firm line of Zain’s jaw. Inhaling his scent greedily, Aiden murmured into Zain’s ear, “You sure taught me one. You taught me that I’m your thing. That you own me. That I’m yours to use.”

Zain’s spent dick twitched against his hip.

The hand around Aiden’s throat squeezed, the pressure almost painful, before Zain all but shoved Aiden away.

“Get out.”

Swallowing, Aiden opened his mouth but closed it when he saw Zain’s frosty expression.

“Fine,” Aiden said with a put-upon sigh.“I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.” He darted forward and pecked him on the cheek, smiling sweetly when Zain fixed him with a cold glare.“Good night, babe!”

Grabbing his clothes from the floor, he headed out of the room, whistling cheerfully.

Once the door shut after him, Aiden chuckled before dissolving into helpless laughter, though truth be told, there was nothing remotely amusing about the situation.

He was half-infatuated with a closeted, cold-hearted man who refused to even admit that he wanted him.

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