"I shouldn't."
The thought flickered weakly in the back of Rai's mind, a desperate, fading alarm. "I shouldn't let this continue."
But Rai didn't even struggle anymore.
Zade was hovering directly over him, pinning Rai down.
And that unhinged, ragged sigh escaping Zade's lips should have been a warning. It should have triggered Rai's survival instincts, forcing him to fight back, to plant a boot in Zade's face and kick the bastard away.
But no.
If anything, that feral look in Zade's eyes acted like a magnet. Rai didn't understand why. He couldn't rationalize the heat flaring under his skin, but he was completely, utterly into this.
"Rai."
"Whah?" Rai's voice came out muffled. Zade's hand was gripping his face, fingers pressing into his jawline, forbidding him from speaking properly. But the bastard still wouldn't take his hand away.
"Maybe... I am indeed gay."
