Page 62 of Recaptured by the Crime Lord

“No, I have an appointment tomorrow.” Carmen recommended her gynecologist.

“I’m coming.”

“Yes, I want you there.” She was terrified. How did single mothers do this? She would demand that Gavin be there every step of the way.

“Nora’s coming,” Gavin said, running his hands over her scarred abdomen.

“We don’t know if it’s a girl,” Lyla said.

“Then we keep trying until I get my little girl.” Gavin caught her up in his arms. “Holy shit, I’m happy.”

He carried her to the couch and set her on the cushions before he dragged off her shorts and underwear and then his own pants. His cock lay flat against his belly, he was so turned on. He crouched over her, rubbing his dick against her entrance as he kissed her breathless. His hands moved over her, rough and possessive.

“I can’t wait,” he muttered as he slid inside of her. He shuddered and looked down at her like the warrior he was. “You belong to me, Lyla Pyre.”

“Every inch,” she reassured him.

“Every breath.” He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, “Every moan.” He slid out so only the tip of him was inside of her and then thrust back in, slow and easy. She caught her breath and he grinned. “Every smile. Mine.”

“And I own you,” Lyla declared, wrapping her legs around his waist, forcing him deeper. “You’re going to be with me every step of the way. I’m not doing this alone.”

“I’m going to be there for everything.” He ran his hands down her sides. “You’re going to be beautiful pregnant. I know it.”

Lyla grimaced. “From what I read today, it’s not going to be pretty.”

“I’m game, baby.”

“I want a dog,” Lyla blurted.

Gavin paused. “What?”

“If we have kids, I want a dog. I’ve always wanted one, but my dad wouldn’t let me.”

“Then get one,” Gavin said carelessly and leaned down to taste her neck. “God, you smell good.”

Lyla felt a frisson of excitement and arched her back.

“You’re asking for it,” he growled.

“Yes, I am,” she said in a deliberately breathy voice as she trailed her hand between them and cupped his balls. “Are you going to give it to me?”

Gavin’s eyes went blind with animal lust. He sat up and forced her legs to unwind from around him. He draped her thighs over his shoulders and fucked her hard. Lyla dug her nails into the cushion beneath her as pleasure ripped through her. Gavin powered into her with short, hard thrusts that shoved her towards climax.

“Come on, baby girl, I want to feel you come.”

A wicked finger applied pressure to her clit and she came with a scream.

“I want my men to hear you,” Gavin said as he kept up his rhythm. “Who owns you, Lyla?”

“You do,” she panted.

“Yes.” Gavin pulled out and wrapped a fist around his cock as he came on her belly. “You’re mine.”

“I know.”

“And this baby binds you to me,” he said, massaging his semen into her skin. “You’ll never be able to escape me now.”

“You have to be the most primitive man on the planet,” Lyla said.

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