Page 55 of Just a Bit Captivated

“Not much. But Lorenzo has at least twelve men with him. And they all seemed armed.”

Zain hung up and returned to the bedroom.

He stared at Aiden’s sleeping form for a moment.

Then, he climbed into the bed and pulled Aiden into his arms, pressing his back flush to Zain’s front. Somehow, it wasn’t enough. Burying his face in Aiden’s neck, Zain held him tighter and carefully slipped his cock back into Aiden’s well-used, still-wet hole. There was no urgency to his desire this time. He just wanted—needed—to be inside him.

It had nothing to do with the fear that he could be taken away.

He didn’t fear that. He was going to get rid of Aiden.But onhisterms, whenhedecided to do so.

He wouldn’t let anyone interfere with that, Italian mafia be damned.

“Zain?” Aiden mumbled sleepily.“Do you want me to go to my room?”

“No,” Zain said, tightening his arm around him.His. He was his. “You will always sleep with me from now on.”

So that no one can steal you while I sleep.

Chapter Eighteen

There was a wrapped rectangular box on their bed. Well, it was Zain’s bed, technically, but considering that he hadn’t slept in his own bed for the past few months, Aiden was a little justified in thinking of this bed as theirs.

Aiden picked up the box and said,“What is this, Zain?”

Zain didn’t look up from his phone.“Isn’t it your birthday?”

Aiden blinked. His birthday—

Right. It was February already. He had turned twenty-two.

“I had no idea you even knew when my birthday was,” Aiden said, starting to tear the wrapper off.“It’s sweet of you to remember.”

Zain kept his gaze on his phone. “It’s nothing. I had my secretary buy it.”

Smiling, Aiden rolled his eyes. It was kind of endearing, really, how dismissive Zain was of any nice gesture on his part. He’d done the same back in November when he had casually remarked that he’d gotten Aiden’s friends out of the country, as if it wasn’t a monumental thing. He’d done the same in December too: pretended that it wasn’t a big deal to have the house decorated for Christmas and acted as though it was normal to give a small mountain of presents to a sex pet on Christmas—a holiday he didn’t celebrate himself.

Aiden was actually low-key surprised Zain was giving him only one present this time.

But as he tore the wrapper off, Aiden’s smile faded.

He stared at the phone in his hands.“It’s a phone,” he heard himself say.

“Hmm.”

“You’re giving me a phone,” Aiden said.

“Yes. I’m sure you’ve seen one before.”

Aiden lifted his gaze and stared at Zain.“I…”I don’t understand, he wanted to say.

Rationally, he knew it wasn’t really a big deal: security had stopped taking away the staff’s phones months ago. Aiden could have easily borrowed one of their phones if he wanted to.

But it was one thing totheoreticallybe able to contact his family. And it was completely another to be given the means to do so.

If he wanted to.

Aiden stared at the phone in his hands, both hating and loving the gift.

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