Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
He glanced at his nearly naked body—his dark blue boxers were the only things he was wearing. He thought for a moment but then decided against getting dressed.
He padded out of his room and headed toward Zain’s bedroom. It was a good distance away from his, and the walk gave him a chance to second-guess himself.
Was it really smart? Probably not.
Would it piss Zain off? Without doubt. And that was the only thing Aiden truly cared about. Pissing the asshole off. Inconveniencing him. Getting under his skin. He would do fucking anything to be more than a thing not worthy of His Highness’s time.
The house was eerily quiet. It was creepy, even though Aiden knew it was nowhere near as abandoned as it seemed: there were at least a dozen security guards patrolling the house’s premises and there was some staff that stayed overnight. But it was very quiet and dark at this hour.
Aiden actually got lost before he finally found his way again and came to a halt in front of Zain’s room.
He pushed the door open. It wasn’t locked. But then again, why would it be? The man was in his own house, on his own private island that was very well guarded.
Aiden tiptoed to the bed and stared at the man in it.
The French windows were open, letting the glow from a security light spill into the room, casting shadows on the wall.
Zain Rahim was asleep.
Apparently even heartless monsters slept. But of course, unlike Aiden, he was a free man and could sleep like a baby. It wasn’t like he was burdened with a conscience.
Aiden’s gaze roamed over the man’s sleeping form with growing resentment. Apparently it wasn’t enough that the asshole had pretty much every privilege in the world; he was also ridiculously fit. Aiden wanted to find some flaw, but try as he might, he couldn’t. The bastard was built flawlessly, his body the epitome of masculine strength without being ridiculously buff.
Zain was sprawled on his stomach, his muscular arm hugging his pillow, drawing attention to the width of his shoulders and the narrowness of his waist and hips. He was naked from the waist up, the white sheets bunched down around his hips, his back strong and corded with muscle under the smooth skin. His shoulders rose and fell with every breath.
For a moment, Aiden vividly imagined grabbing the white pillow next to Zain, pressing it against that black hair, and smothering him in his sleep.
The thought was immensely satisfying.
Alas, considering Zain’s physique, he had some doubts about his ability to overpower him. And Aiden didn’t really want to become a murderer, no matter how tempting the dick made it.
He could get his revenge in other ways. More creative ways.
Operation Annoy-Zain was a go.
Aiden grinned and flopped down in the free space next to Zain. “Hello!”
The man next to him stiffened, his even breathing coming to a halt. Slowly, he turned his head and stared at Aiden’s grinning face with his dark, intense eyes.
Aiden grinned wider, refusing to be unnerved. He was made of sterner stuff.
“What are you doing here?” Zain said, his voice husky from sleep.
Stretching out on his side, Aiden blinked at him innocently. “I’m here to ask questions about Gadiel.”
A beat passed.
“Out,” Zain said, his voice very, very quiet.
Aiden shivered.
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, but Operation Annoy-Zain was off to a very promising start.