Page 37 of Crime Lord’s Captive

“He asked for my number but—”

“He what?”

Gavin grabbed a paperweight and hurled it. Glass exploded, leaving a fist sized hole in the wall. Lyla got to her feet as he swept everything off his desk and onto the floor. Papers flew, his lamp shattered and pens flew like daggers.

“Gavin, stop!” When he reached for his computer, she rushed forward and grabbed his arms. “Gavin!”

His eyes were blind with rage, but at her touch, he froze. She could feel him vibrating beneath her fingertips. The force of his emotions was nearly physical. She felt battered by it, but she didn’t back away.

“Nothing happened,” she said, hoping to get through to him. “He didn't even touch me.”

For a moment, she wasn’t sure he heard her and then his mouth was on hers. He clasped her head still for his assault. Fear collided with lust and exploded inside of her, sweeping away all rational thought.

“You’re mine,” Gavin said when he drew back, gazing down at her with a hunger that should have made her run. “No one else’s.”

Gavin gripped her hips and set her on the edge of his desk. Before she could figure what he was about, he brushed her dress up, spread her thighs and ripped her thong.

“Gavin, what—”

His tongue slipped into her vagina and her mind went blank with shock. Gavin dragged her to the edge of the desk and ate her as if his life depended on it. One hand pinned her thigh open for his assault while his other cupped her ass, drawing her tight to his mouth. Lyla couldn’t think as pleasure ricocheted through her. Gavin’s talented mouth suckled her clit. Before she could counteract the pleasure or get a hold on it, her climax, violent and unstoppable blasted through her. Lyla wrapped her legs around his head, body bowing as he slammed his fingers into her, eliciting mind numbing pleasure so great, her mind shut down and her body took over. When it became too much, Lyla yanked on his hair, trying to get his mouth away from her. Gavin moaned, but didn’t move. She could hear him swallow as he lapped up her juices.

“G-Gavin, please stop,” she said hoarsely, shuddering.

Without moving his head, he pushed her so she sprawled on her back in a boneless heap on the slick surface of his desk. He used his fingers this time, curling and stroking. The heat began to build again. She tried to kick him, but his hands pinned her wide and she had no defense as he teased oversensitive nerves.

“I-I can’t,” she panted even as another climax punched through her.

Lyla erupted, body jerking as Gavin pulled the strings like the master he was. When rational thought returned, she lay in a limp heap on his desk. He was standing over her, fingers still buried inside of her. His eyes were ablaze with lust.

“I didn’t ask the first time. You say I raped you. Will you let me have you?”

For a moment, she hesitated. It would feel damn good, but... “No.”

Gavin’s finger gave her clit a last swirl that made her gasp. He took his hand from between her legs and licked it. Lyla’s stomach clenched.

“This will tide me over until you ask me.”

She forced herself to sit up even though she shook uncontrollably. “Ask you?”

“You will,” Gavin said as he walked into the bathroom, washed his hands and fixed his hair. He came back with a washcloth and efficiently cleaned her before he dragged her off the desk and gave her a deep kiss. “Dad’s waiting.”

Lyla’s mouth fell open. Before she could get her wits together, Gavin ushered her to the door and past his secretary.

“Have someone clean up my office. I made a mess,” Gavin said.

The hand on her waist tightened when she hissed at the double entendre. Lyla’s feet moved, but she didn’t remember the trip back through the employee area, through the casino and back to the restaurant. Manny was in the middle of his meal when they walked in. He took one look at them and clapped his hands together.

“You are back together?” Manny shouted, drawing the attention of the other patrons and half the staff.

Lyla wanted to disappear. “No, Manny.”

Manny looked crestfallen.

“Soon,” Gavin predicted as he guided Lyla into a chair, kissed her cheek and took the seat beside her.

“Progress is good,” Manny said as he cut into his steak. “I ordered for you both. Eat up. I’m sure you’re both starved.”

Lyla choked and ignored Gavin’s chuckle. Gavin went from The Hulk to a gentleman in the blink of an eye. What the fuck? He made her orgasm. Again. Multiple times. No dream to blame this time. His expertise was undeniable, but if it had been any man between her legs, would she have responded the way she had?

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