Page 5 of Crime Lord’s Captive

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Why didn’t you tell me about him?” Jonathan asked.

Lyla retracted her hand. She had no doubt who Jonathan was referring to. “How did you find out?”

“He called. He says he wants you back.”

Lyla tried to move off the bed, but Jonathan gathered her into his arms. She was surprised by his strength as he lay down and settled her beside him.

“Do you want to go back to him?” Jonathan asked gently.

“No!” she whispered, clutching fistfuls of his shirt. “Please don’t make me.”

“You want to stay with me?”

“Yes.”

“Then we’ll figure this out,” Jonathan said.

She relaxed fractionally, wanting to believe him. “We can?”

“I have connections,” Jonathan said and brushed her hair back from her face. “I’ll do anything for you, Lyla.”

Her heart swelled. Jonathan, her gentle knight. She was safe with him.

Lyla’s hands went to his chest. She needed him. She was so damn cold. Desperate to feel his hot skin against hers, she ripped the front of his shirt and heard buttons bounce across the floor.

“Lyla,” he began, but she covered her mouth with his.

She had never been so hungry or desperate for touch and comfort. She tore off her clothes and plastered her naked chest to his. She moaned at the contact even as he ripped her underwear. She felt the snap of fabric on her inner thighs and then cool air a moment before his fingers pressed into her. Even as his aggression made her hot, something about it struck her as odd, but she couldn’t think with the inferno between them. She kissed him, drinking from his lips to wash away the taste of fear. His fingers burrowed into her channel, making her dizzy with need.

“I need you,” she said as she trailed kisses over his face. “Don’t let me go.”

Jonathan suddenly pinned her beneath him. He spread her thighs and pressed the head of his cock over her slick lips.

“Do you want me, Lyla?” he rasped.

“More than anything,” she said, reaching for him, needing him inside of her. She needed Jonathan to claim her, to make her believe she was his and no one else’s.

“Lyla,” he moaned a second before he slid inside of her.

The burn of pleasure rocketed through her. She paused to savor the moment. Here, something was different as well, but she couldn’t think when she was so full of him and his mouth devoured hers. He was dominant and animalistic, taking her as he never had before. Pleasure burst through her, eclipsing fear and replacing it with ecstasy.

“Do you belong to me?” he asked.

Lyla tossed her head back as he sped up his thrusts. He was going deeper than he ever had, as if he could sense her desperation and need. Instead of his usual gentleness there was an edge of violence to his lovemaking that made her wild.

“Lyla, promise me.”

“Promise what?” She was having a hard time concentrating. Why did he want to talk now? She was so close—

He stopped moving. “Promise you won’t leave me again.”

“I never left you,” Lyla said and rocked against him, desperate for relief.

“You did,” he growled.

Lyla’s breath stalled in her throat as a sliver of fear cut through the ecstasy. She tried to push away, but he kept her in place with heavy, deliberate thrusts that made her moan through clenched teeth.

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