Page 110 of Once A Crime Lord

She whirledbut found her way blocked by Angel and the other guards.

“Get out of my way!” she bellowed.

No one moved. She reached into her jacket for her gun. Blade disarmed her and took the second gun for good measure. Before she could snatch a weapon from one of them, a hand whirled her around. The next thing she knew, she was dangling over Gavin’s shoulder.

“Let me go!” she shouted.

She wasn’t up to a confrontation, and she had nothing to say to him. She pounded his back and cursed when her hand hit one of his guns. That would leave a bruise.

She heard Angel laughing and braced her hands on Gavin’s back to give him a dirty look. Blade watched them with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Do something!” she snapped.

Blade shook his head before Gavin turned a corner and she lost sight of them. She was about to scream her head off when Gavin slammed into an empty hospital room. The only light came through tiny slats in the blinds.

“Gavin, don’t you dare—” she began, but lost her breath when he dropped her on the bed with enough force to stun her.

He straddled her and yanked off his tie.

“What the fuck do you think you’re—” she began, but was silenced by a hand over her mouth.

She tried to bite and claw, but he easily overpowered her. His tie replaced his hand. He pinned her arms to her sides using his thighs. She had never been more enraged in her life. She surged beneath him and silently vowed to make his life a living hell.

The second she could wriggle a hand free, she did so and went for his eyes. He grabbed her hand and lifted it over her head. Something cold and hard wrapped around her wrist. She tugged, realized she was handcuffed to the bedrail, and shrieked into his tie. He bound her other hand just as quickly.

“You motherfucker!” she seethed through the gag.

He splayed his body over hers, subduing her kicking legs easily. He gripped her jaw when she tried to head butt him and leaned down, close enough to see the determination burning in his eyes.

“You aren’t allowed to hate me,” he said quietly.

She glared at him. She could do whatever the fuck she wanted. He couldn’t control her emotions.

He surveyed her rebellious face and then kissed her over the gag. She jerked back. He wasn’t perturbed. He kissed the curve of her jaw, the line of her throat and then slid down to her chest. She stiffened as he unbuttoned her shirt.

“I really like the bras with these front clasps,” he said conversationally as he undid hers.

She grit her teeth as he licked her nipple and then sucked one into his mouth. She yanked on her cuffs, which fucking hurt. She tried to twist away without success. His hand stroked her belly as he played with her breasts as if they were in their bedroom at home and he had all the time in the world. She saw a shadow pass by the window and began to struggle again.

When he flicked her nipple with his tongue, she jumped. He released one breast and moved to the other. She hung onto the bedrails as she tried to curb her body’s reaction to his ministrations. He thought he could distract her with sex? He was sorely mistaken.

Minutes passed and her toes curled in her boots. Fucking Gavin. The sound of his suckling filled the room. She vibrated beneath him. The fucker knew every sweet spot she had and was trying to drive her crazy.

He suddenly buried his face between her breasts and clutched her to him. He took a deep breath and then another before his grip eased. He looked up and caught her gaze.

“Blade told me what happened,” he said gravely. “I’m sorry.”

She didn’t want to hear that from him. Sorry wouldn’t erase the fresh blood on her hands or her mother lying comatose in the ICU.

“I know you blame me for what happened with your parents.”

She erupted beneath him. He straddled her middle and gripped her face with both hands. She had no choice but to meet his gaze. Any semblance of cool control was gone. His eyes were seething, and he was breathing hard, as if he was trying to hold something back.

“I’ll take the blame for your mom, but I refuse to feel guilty about your father. If you hadn’t killed him, I would,” he hissed. “And nothing you said could stop me from making him suffer for even thinking of betraying you. Thank fuck you had the courage to do it, baby girl, or I’d be kneeling by your grave right now. I wouldn’t survive that.”

She closed her eyes against a surge of tears.

“I know you want time.” A pause and then, “But when have I ever given you that?”

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