Page 80 of Recaptured by the Crime Lord

“Your dick might fall off and I might need to find another man.”

Lyla wasn’t prepared for the hard slap on her ass. She jolted and then shrieked when he smacked her again, hard enough to make her skin tingle. Lyla looked in the mirror and saw that he was pissed. Seriously?

“Gavin!”

“Don’t talk to me about other men,” he growled and rubbed his hand over her swollen belly. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“It was a joke,” she snarled.

“There are two things you should never joke with me about. One, other men. Two, leaving me. Pretty simple, baby.”

Lyla moaned and moved back against him. “Okay, I won’t. Please, I need this.”

“Do you like my cock?” he growled as he placed his hands on her shoulders.

“It’s perfect,” she said with heartfelt honestly.

“Then take it.”

Lyla’s eyes met his in the mirror before he began to pound into her. Lyla spread her legs wide as he fucked her just the way she needed. She closed her eyes to absorb the feeling of Gavin claiming her, of the pleasure he evoked. It didn't take long for her to climax. When her eyes shot open, she found Gavin watching her in the mirror. His face contorted as he came. He rested his face on her spine and rubbed his hand over her belly.

“I know this isn't easy on you,” he said quietly, “but for what it's worth, I'm enjoying your pregnancy.”

Lyla snorted and slid out from under him. She cleaned herself with a washcloth, aware of his heated gaze and winced when she slid on a loose fitted dress. Even the sensitive contact against her breasts hurt.

“I’m hungry,” she announced and walked out of the bathroom.

Gavin cursed as she headed to the kitchen, half convinced that she might die if she didn’t get food in her body in the next ten minutes. Beau whined by the sliding door. She let him in and he immediately bumped his head against her side. Lyla snatched celery sticks and peanut butter and was in the middle of her second when Gavin appeared in shorts and nothing else.

“You’re not going back to work?” Lyla asked with her mouth full.

He regarded her sternly. “Have some mercy on me. I’m beat.”

Lyla offered her half eaten celery, which he stared at as if it was a stick of dynamite.

“No, thanks. What do you want for dinner?”

“French fries.”

“What else?” he asked as he pulled out a salad and sandwich.

“A chocolate shake.”

He paused in the act of forking up leafy greens. “What else?”

Lyla considered and added, “Shrimp tempura.”

He shook his head. “I’ll tell one of the guys to make a food run.”

Lyla was over the celery sticks. She searched the fridge and made herself a glass of chocolate milk while Gavin watched. Satisfied for the moment, Lyla waddled over to a chair and put her hands over her belly.

“I’m a sex and food machine!”

“You’re almost done,” he said and sat at the table with her. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Carmen’s going to pamper me.”

“Good.” He pulled out his phone and typed something.

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