Page 38 of Recaptured by the Crime Lord

Gavin knew that a psychologist would have a field day with him. His love was an obsession, but that was nothing new. He had been captivated by Lyla from the start and resented her hold on him until she left, making him realize how worthless his life was without her. He held nothing back now. He claimed her every chance he had to reinforce their bond, to ensure she knew he loved her. The need to shower her with gifts was wasted on her since she wanted nothing. The first three months were rocky with both of them waking from nightmares in a cold sweat. Lyla had bouts of depression that kept her in bed for days at a time. He didn’t mind staying home to care for her and Marcus didn’t question his absences from work. Every day that he loved her out of the darkness, Lyla bloomed and when she smiled at him with her eyes shining, he could barely breathe. He felt drunk on her, addicted to her smiles and laughter and love. He steeped himself in her and it kept his demons at bay.

The cops were monitoring him. For the first time in his life, he was clean as a whistle. He put out lures to see if the underworld would reveal the new crime lord’s identity.Nothing came back. Not a whisper, which made him sick with worry. There were always rats in the underworld, greedy fuckers who would sell their own children for profit. What made this new crime lord untouchable and why was everyone more afraid of this fucker than of him? The unanswered questions tortured him, making him all the more protective of Lyla who, thankfully, didn’t buck against him, yet. He didn’t sleep as much as he should. He spent most nights holding Lyla against him and plotting the murderer of the faceless man who dared challenge him.

Gavin clicked on his computer screen and accessed the security cameras around the house. Although half of her week was taken up, Lyla spent most days cleaning (even though they had a maid), swimming or pacing. She spent a lot of time in his office where his father’s ashes were. He didn’t intrude on her privacy. That was between her and his dad and he respected that. He asked if she wanted to go on a trip, but she declined. He was running out of things to distract her. Lyla didn’t complain, but he sensed her growing agitation. She was recovering physically and mentally from the trauma and with that came more energy, which she didn’t have an outlet for. He was trying his damnedest to get her pregnant not only to make his dream of having a daughter a reality, but also to bind her more tightly to him. Lyla was softhearted, caring and loving. A child would flourish under her care. He knew it and couldn’t wait to have her pregnant with his child. It would be a girl. God wouldn’t give him such a dream unless he would make it come true.

Gavin scowled as he clicked through the cameras and didn’t see his wife. She hadn’t told him she was going out today. Maybe Carmen called her? Gavin picked up his desk phone and called her cell. No answer. He called Blade who also didn’t answer. A fine layer of sweat covered his body as panic sank in. He got to his feet and was about to call another member of his wife’s personal security when his secretary buzzed him. He was about to tell her to fuck off, but before he could do so the door opened.

Lyla walked in, dressed in a skirt that showed off her legs, a deep orange blouse and a trench coat. Gavin shot up from his chair.

“Why the fuck didn’t you answer my call?” He needed to calm down, but couldn’t dispel the fear that gripped his heart. Didn’t she know how much she meant to him? Didn’t she know he would fucking lose it if she disappeared?

Lyla closed the door and walked towards him. “Gavin, I was two minutes away from your office. I came to surprise you. Do you want to eat lunch?”

“Youdon’tfucking ignore my calls, got it?”

Lyla crossed her arms and frowned at him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“You and Blade didn’t answer! What am I supposed to think? You never told me you were going anywhere.”

“That’s what a surprise is,” she said slowly.

“I don’t fucking like surprises.”

“Apparently.”

He closed the distance between them, buried his shaking hands in her hair and kissed her. She had no idea what he was capable of, no idea the control he had to exert to keep himself from sliding into destruct mode. The violence he once channeled into the underworld dealings, he released in the boxing ring with UFC fighters. When he could, he lost the business suit and trained. The physical exertion made his rage manageable, but it kept coming back. Lyla was the only thing on the planet that made him feel normal. The moment he was away from her he was restless, savage and less human.

Lyla kissed him back and it fired his blood. He placed her on the desk and thrust two fingers in her. She gripped his shirt and moaned into his mouth. He growled in satisfaction when he found her soaked for him.

“Did you come for this?” he asked, pulling back so he could see her face.

“I was going to let you have me after lunch,” she said and spread her thighs wide, showing him her black lace underwear.

“I’ll have you then, too,” he decided on the spot as he unzipped his pants and slid inside of her. Lyla belonged to him. Every inch, every breath. He was her master and slave. He slid inside of her and shivered as she closed around him. Every morning, every night he took her. He couldn’t get enough. No other woman could do this to him. The others had been cheap imitations of sex, but this—this was heaven on earth. Their souls spoke to one another in the aftermath and every time he claimed her, he renewed their vows.

“I’ve been missing you,” she said, framing his face with her small hands.

“Good,” he grunted as he sank in to the hilt. “I want you to miss me every second I’m not with you.”

“Do you miss me?”

Gavin didn’t know how to tell her what she meant to him without scaring the shit out of her. “Always.”

Lyla moved his shirt aside to suck on his neck. “I like distracting you at work and getting you all hot and bothered.”

“Anytime,” he said and looked down at the delectable angel on his desk being impaled by his rock hard cock. “This should be a part of my schedule.”

“You’ll get tired of it.”

Gavin nipped her bottom lip. “I assure you, I will never get tired of you. Ever.”

Lyla smiled and he couldn’t help himself. He began to thrust hard, deep and fast. After the fucking scare she gave him, he couldn’t go slow. He gorged on her and she writhed against him.

“Fuck me, Gavin. Take me,” she panted.

“Fucking tell me who you belong to,” he ground out.

“You.”

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