Page 6 of Crime Lord’s Captive

“You'll never leave me again,” he decreed.

Lyla opened her mouth to argue, but the climax hit so hard and fast that she wasn't prepared for it. She let out a high-pitched scream as he pounded into her. Jonathan's face began to distort. Even as Lyla reached up and raked her nails along Jonathan's back, she realized it was too broad and muscled. Confusion and panic clouded her mind. She blinked furiously as the orgasm faded and reality smacked her in the face.

Lyla wasn't in her apartment in Maine with Jonathan. She was in Gavin’s master suite in his home and he was fucking her. Gavin’s harsh breaths filled the room as he thrust into her, amber gaze spearing hers as he neared his climax. Through the dim light of a nearby lamp, Lyla was able to see that he was fully dressed in a gray suit, his shirt ripped down the front with just his pants undone.

“No!” Lyla screamed and tried to get away, but she was pinned beneath a solid body that definitely wasn’t Jonathan's.

“I missed you so much,” Gavin said and brushed kisses over her face, even as she tried to avoid his mouth. Gavin’s face darkened and he planted himself to the hilt. “You’re mine,” Gavin hissed a moment before he climaxed, flooding her with his sperm.

She dreamed of escaping him, only to wake and find him fucking her. Lyla began to shake uncontrollably as he hovered over her, not saying a word. His familiar cologne wreathed her senses and made her stomach lurch.

“How could you do this to me?” she whispered and then pounded his chest and screamed, “Get off me!”

“Lyla—”

“No, let me go!”

Gavin flipped her on her stomach and rested his full weight on her. Lyla turned her head to the side so she could breathe and dug her nails into the rumpled sheets that smelled of them. Enraged and helpless, she beat at the mattress and tried to buck him off with no luck.

“Don’t,” he warned in a lethal voice.

“You raped me!” she seethed and tried to bite him.

“You wanted me,” Gavin said against her ear, causing her to shiver. “As soon as I got into bed, you reached for me. You ripped my shirt and told me you needed me.”

“I was dreaming, you asshole!” She didn't get wet forhim, she was dreaming about Jonathan. That’s why her body responded, right? Lyla stiffened when Gavin’s cock slid between her legs again.

“You recognize my touch even in sleep, baby girl.”

“No!” She tried to dislodge him, but he controlled her easily. This couldn't be happening. “Please, Gavin.”

His hands moved over her, just as they had in the dream. “Do you know how many times I dreamed of having you beneath me like this again?”

“You can't do this to me! Stop, Gavin!” she sobbed as he moved inside of her.

“I can do anything I want to you,” he said and brushed achingly light kisses along her wet cheek. “I own you, Lyla Dalton.”

Lyla buried her face in the sheets as he fucked her. Her body betrayed her, welcoming him and clutching at his cock. Gavin groaned into her hair and moved faster.

“You won’t escape me this time,” he said, hands stroking her body, overloading her senses.

She shook her head, unable to speak as he climaxed and came with a triumphant shout that she was sure his security on duty could hear. Lyla hated that her body demanded its own release. Didn’t her body know that she hated him? The moment Gavin eased to the side, she rolled off the bed and ran to the en suite bathroom.

“Lyla—” Gavin began, but she slammed the door.

Lyla stepped into the shower and turned it on full blast. She scrubbed her body vigorously, trying to erase his touch and scent. How could her body respond to him? How had her dream merged seamlessly with reality so that she thought she was having sex with Jonathan instead of Gavin? She crumpled to the ground, hands splayed on the floor as she wept. What did Gavin want from her? Was he trying to punish her? If he wanted to make her feel dirty and violated, he succeeded. The shock finally caught up to her and she sobbed uncontrollably.

“Lyla.”

She felt a draft as Gavin opened the shower door. At any other time she would have been mortified by the whimper that escaped from her lips, but she was too far gone to care. The impact of seeing him after all these years was like a punch in the gut. The young, slick boss in training was gone. His hair was longer than she remembered and his body had a layer of muscle that made Jonathan look like a boy going through puberty. Gavin crouched in front of her and brushed wet hair back from her face.

“Don't cry,” he ordered roughly.

She stared into his beautiful eyes framed by dark lashes and had the suicidal urge to punch him. Gavin narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

“Don’t, baby girl.”

She hated that he knew her so well, even after all this time. Was she that predictable? Had she learned nothing since she left him? Her mind skittered as she tried to figure out how to handle him. “Leave me alone.”

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