Page 49 of Recaptured by the Crime Lord

Lyla looked out at the crowd and felt her nerves drift away. “We shouldn’t worry about it. We should just enjoy tonight.”

Lyla turned, saw the hunger in his eyes and knew they were going to use this room for what it was meant for. She gave him a small shove. He sat on the couch and tried to draw her on his lap, but she pulled away and sauntered towards the stripper pole. Lyla stepped onto the platform and ran her hand down the pole. Gavin was as still as a mannequin and barely breathing.

“Carmen and I have taken lots of classes, but I don’t think you’ve ever seen me on a stripper pole, have you?” Lyla asked innocently.

He cleared his throat. “No.”

“Hmm.” Lyla stroked the pole slowly and then walked around it, dragging her stilettos and shifting her hips seductively. She did a slow spin, feet completely off the ground, letting her body weight swing her around the pole before she stopped in front of Gavin, legs spread wide, the slit in her dress riding high on her hip. She dropped into a split and rocked her body forward, arching her back.

“Jesus Christ!” Gavin shouted and erupted from the couch.

“You’re supposed to watch, don’t touch,” Lyla chastised as her gaze went past him to the people less than six feet away, completely unaware of what she was doing on the other side of the mirror.

“If you think I can watch while you dance you’re out of your mind,” he growled.

“Sit, Gavin, let me dance for you,” she said.

His crotch was tented. He was already gone, but she wanted to do this. A sultry beat slipped through the walls. Gavin didn’t go back to the couch. He stood less than two feet away, hungry eyes fixed on her.

Lyla stood in front of the pole, hands above her head and slowly, very slowly sank down. She could hear Gavin’s ragged breathing over the music and his hand went to his crotch and gripped hard. The tendons on his neck stood out and she knew he wasn’t going to last. Taking pity on him, Lyla went on her hands and knees and stuck her butt out as she rose. Gavin cursed and grabbed her. Lyla laughed as he positioned her on her knees on the couch, facing the club. She felt cold air on her ass as he shifted her dress up and then his fingers slid into her. Lyla moaned and then clapped her hand over her mouth as a man leaned towards the mirror to fix his hair. He was a foot away, staring right at her and Gavin was about to fuck her.

“Gavin—” she began and tried to wriggle away.

“He can’t see you,” Gavin said into her ear as he slid inside of her in one firm push that sheathed him to the hilt.

“B-but, I can’t!” she said, scandalized as the man was joined by a woman who came within six inches of Lyla who was panting like a bitch in heat. “Oh my God, Gavin!"

“People get off on this shit, fucking in public,” Gavin said, slipping his hand into her dress and squeezing her breast. “I wouldn’t mind fucking you in front of an audience. I want everyone to know you belong to me. Only Ieverget to fuck you.”

“I thought that’s what the ring is for.” Lyla squirmed beneath him, not caring about the congregation of girls in front of her who were putting on lip-gloss and fixing their tits. As he thrust slowly, tortuously, she began to lose all inhibitions. Who cared if only a mirror separated her from hundreds of people? Her man was making love to her. Nothing else mattered.

“The ring isn’t enough. Nothing is,” Gavin said into her ear and sped up his thrusts. “I can’t stand having other people look at you, having you smile at other people. I want it all for myself.”

“You’re the one who’s in me,” Lyla said as his hand collared her throat.

“I’m the only one,ever,” Gavin said against her ear.

Lyla touched herself as Gavin brought it home. Lyla braced her hands on the fogged up glass as she panted and writhed against it before she went limp. A young woman came up to the glass and checked out her ass before she winked at herself/Lyla and disappeared into the crowd.

“I needed my fix,” Gavin said as he pulled out and trailed kisses down her spine. “This damn dress.”

Lyla shuddered and sat back on her heels, trembling. “Do you think this will ever ease up?”

“I can’t imagine it.” He nuzzled her face and kissed her long and sweet. “Maybe if we have a couple of kids, I’ll have to rein it in...”

“You’re kid crazy,” she said, shaking her head and fixing her dress.

“Have you taken a pregnancy test?”

“I had my period recently.”

Gavin zipped himself up. “I better up my game.”

“You up it any more and I won’t be able to walk.”

Gavin drew her to her feet, cupped her face and kissed her. “I love you, Lyla Pyre.”

She let out a shaky breath. “I believe you.”

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