Page 31 of Crime Lord’s Captive

“So you can pick one.”

“For what?”

“Foryourself!”

“I have you.”

She stared at him, astounded by his boneheadedness. “Youdon’thave me, jackass!”

The predator in him rose and reflected in his eyes. “I will have you again, Lyla.”

“You will never have me,” Lyla said, the drinks in her system making her reckless and not giving a crap about the consequences of pitting herself against Gavin Pyre. “You hurt me!” She slammed her hand against her racing heart and then brushed over the bruises on her neck. “I don’t trust you and I never will.”

Gavin said nothing. His face was expressionless.

“I want a normal life with a sweet guy,” she said forlornly, her anger fading as suddenly as it swept through her. She stared up at him, imploring. “There has to be someone else for you. These women want you, would do anything for you—”

“I don’t want them.”

She thumped his chest with her fist. “You’re mad that I left you, that I was happy without you—”

He cupped her face and leaned down so their lips were centimeters apart. “You weren’t happy without me.”

“What?”

“You weren’t happy without me,” he stated with complete certainty. “You can’t be happy without me.”

“I was!” she insisted and shoved at him.

He lifted her so they were at eye level and plastered their bodies together. Servers rushed in and out of the revolving kitchen door. No one paid them any mind and they were too locked on one another to notice the pandemonium behind the scenes that made the club such a success. Gavin’s finger traced the curve of her cheek and then her throat. When her breath hitched, Gavin’s eyes glinted with triumph.

“If you were in love with that boring fuck you were living with, you wouldn’t respond to me.” He pressed against her core, letting her know he was fully aroused. “You’ve been living a safe, boring life, baby girl. You missed this, missed me.”

“No, I—” Lyla bit back a moan as he rocked against her. “Stop it!”

“You’re soaked for me, aren’t you? Just like in your sleep. You want me, needme, Lyla. The moment I touch you, your body responds. It’s still mine.”

Lyla was stunned. How had this backfired so badly? Her plan to incriminate Gavin imploded as he turned the tables on her and showed her how susceptible she was. What the fuck? “Let me go.”

“No.”

Gavin seemed content to keep her pinned against the wall with his cock nestled between her legs. Lyla wriggled and froze when the bulge in his pants pressed against her clit. She hissed through her teeth and thumped his shoulder.

“Backoff, Gavin!”

“So you can send more women to me? I’m content right here,” Gavin said and squeezed her ass.

Lyla bucked and they both groaned. It took more effort than she wanted to admit to remember why she was holding him off and why she didn’t indulge in the lust roiling through her. “You’re doing this for Manny!”

“I’m giving myself a hard on for my dad?”

“Don’t get smart with me, Gavin! You’re oversexed. We both know it. You don’t know how to commit to one woman. You cheated on me the whole time we were together. One of those women,” she jabbed her finger towards the club, “won’t care that you fuck around. They won’t say a thing. Just give them an unlimited credit card and they’ll do whatever you want. I'm not that girl, not anymore. The sooner we find you a girl, the sooner you get over your ego trip and I can go back to—”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Gavin interrupted and rocked himself against her core again, making her mouth fall open on a gasp. “I’ve been looking for you for three years. You think now that I have you back, I’m going to fuck around again?”

“Why not? You did the first time. By the way,” she prodded his rock hard chest, “you didn’t use a condom the other night.”

Gavin stilled. “You aren’t on anything?”

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