Page 40 of Just a Bit Captivated

He fucked Aiden so hard the bed started shaking, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. Part of him wondered if his staff could hear them. If they knew who he was fucking in his room. Instead of alarming him, the thought just pushed his arousal higher. Irrationally, he wanted everyone to know. He wanted everyone to know how much Aiden loved takinghiscock, his—

Zain nearly came and had to stop thrusting, breathing hard.

This was ridiculous.What had happened to his stamina? He felt as ifhe were an eager, green boy and not a grown man with nearly two decades of experience.

Aiden was whimpering desperately.“Don’t stop—I wanna come…”

“You will get to come only when I let you,” Zain said, mouthing the sweaty skin at Aiden’s nape. “And not a moment sooner.”

Aiden shivered. “I hate you,” he said with feeling.

A fresh wave of arousal washed over Zain’s body, blood rushing to his cock.

There was something very wrong with him.

“How much?” Zain said hoarsely into Aiden’s ear,breathing in his scent deeply.It should have been unpleasant, another man’s sweat. It wasn’t. He couldn’t get enough.

Whining, Aiden turned his head, rubbing their cheeks together.“Don’t be an asshole.”

“How much do you hate me?” Zain said, biting his earlobe.

Aiden moaned, clenching around Zain’s cock.“I could fucking kill you right now. That much.”

There was something heady about it, about how much Aiden must have wanted him if he was that desperate for him, despite hating him. It went straight to his cock.

Zain slipped his hand down and gripped it around the base of Aiden’s erection.“Now tell me who you belong to.”

Aiden whimpered, thrashing beneath him.“Go to hell.”

“I’m waiting,” Zain said, stroking Aiden’s leaking cock with his other hand.

Aiden groaned, “You! I belong to you!”

Zain shuddered, and to his exasperation, he found himself unable to remain still, his hips already moving, thrusting hard into Aiden’s tight hole, his grip still firm around the base of Aiden’s cock.His. He was his.

“Please—Zain—”

“Please what?” Zain said into his ear, licking it. It was probably messed up how much he loved hearing Aiden beg. It had never been his thing. Until Aiden. He wanted Aiden to beg. He wanted him to be desperate for him. He wanted Aiden to need him like he needed air to breathe.

Fuck, his own thoughts weirded him out. What was happening to him?

Aiden turned his head, kissing Zain’s jaw desperately despite the awkward angle.“I want you. Let me come. Come in me—fillme up. Want you to fill me up.”

He nearly came on the spot.

Pulling out, Zain flipped Aiden onto his back before slamming into him again.

Aiden cried out, his arms wrapping around Zain’s shoulders, fingers digging into his shoulder blades. He looked obscene, his hazel eyes glazed, his pretty lips parted and bitten red. Unable to resist, Zain leaned down and kissed him, his cock pounding hard into Aiden’s hole without any rhythm or restraint. He detested this, detested how out of control he felt, the need to fuck, to own, to claim, like a red haze filling his vision. He wanted—he wanted—

They came together, kissing messily and groaning into each other’s mouths.

Damn you, Zain thought, their foreheads pressed together as they breathed like they’d run a marathon.

“This was so good,” Aiden whispered hoarsely, looking at him with a soft, dreamy expression in his eyes.

Zain wanted to kiss himeverywhere.

The desire was paralyzing—because it had nothing to do with his cock.

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