Page 68 of Recaptured by the Crime Lord

“I love you,” she said.

He would never tire of hearing it. It was a gift from God he could never repay. This woman had been created for him and he would do everything in his power to ensure she left this world knowing she had been loved.

“I love you too much,” he said.

Lyla chuckled and the sound made him hard.

“You can’t love me too much.”

“I do,” he said, dragging her on top of him. He catalogued every precious inch of her exquisite face. If she had the height, she could have been a supermodel, but she didn’t use her looks to get what she wanted. She looked beneath the surface as so few people did. “You don’t know what I’d do to keep you safe.”

Lyla searched his face. He held his breath. She, more than anyone else knew how dark and twisted he was. She’d left him twice because of it and he wouldn’t survive a third time.

“I know what you’d do,” she said quietly and brushed his hair back. “I just hope you don’t have to do it.”

If he had a tail, it would have wagged. He craved her touch. He didn’t care where she touched him or why. He just wanted her hands on him all the time. It took a concentrated effort to focus on her words.

“I might have to,” he said.

Spectacular blue eyes narrowed. “Why?”

“Because he’s still out there.”

“But he’s been quiet.”

“For how long?”

Lyla gripped his hair. He liked the streak of pain.

“Youdon’tgo looking for him, you understand me?” she hissed.

He caressed her ass and reached down to position his cock between her legs. Before she could wriggle away, he gripped her ass so he could go deep.

“Gavin, stop trying to distract me,” she huffed.

He sank his hand into her damp hair and rocked her on him as he forced her lips to his. She tried to resist, but he wouldn’t allow her to pull away.

Lyla sank her nails into his chest. “I won’t lose you.”

“You won’t.” The specter went after a man in his seventies, a woman and Rafael Vega. Rafael was mostly talk and usually high or drunk. His security did the dirty work, unlike Gavin. The specter was a coward. Gavin would win. Sheer rage trumped the specter’s petty personal agenda.

“You promised not to go back to the underworld!”

“I’m not. I’m trying to draw him out of it.”

“So you can kill him?”

“Of course,” he breathed as he planted himself deep. “He’ll come back. If not today, then tomorrow or the next day. I need to know who he is.”

“I don’t like this.”

He hated hearing worry and fear in her voice. Lyla survived that fucker. She still had nightmares, though they had grown less frequent. The specter haunted his every waking thought, but that was his cross to bear, not Lyla’s.

“Don’t worry about it, baby girl. I got this,” he said as he sucked on her pink nipples.

Lyla gasped and arched. His cock jerked. He began to move faster, desperate to feel Lyla convulse around him with all of her silken limbs holding him hostage. There was no sweeter way to go to sleep than with his wife’s vagina milking his dick for every last drop of sperm.

“Gavin.”

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