Page 111 of Once A Crime Lord

She opened her eyes and glared through the tears.

“You don’t need time. You need me, Lyla.” He shook his head, kissed both breasts, and then slid down her body to her belly. “And I need you.”

He unzipped her jeans and began to peel them off. She spread her thighs in a vain attempt to keep her jeans on. Gavin cupped her pussy, and she automatically clamped her thighs together, allowing him to yank them off. Fucker. A group of nurses paused outside the room, and she panicked. She kicked him in the shoulder and jerked her head at the silhouettes. He barely spared them a glance, caught her ankle during the next kick, and bent her leg up and wide.

“Gavin, don’t!” she garbled through the gag.

He settled between her thighs and kissed her over her black lace underwear. She jerked and tried to jam her heel into the back of his head with no luck. He rested his face against her inner thigh and laughed softly, which made her renew her efforts to kill her husband.

“You should know, you fighting me is only making me want you more,” he said softly.

She yanked hard on the cuffs, which clanged loudly.

“I like your bite.” He nipped her sensitive skin. “And you like mine.”

Arrogant motherfucker. She wished she was bone dry... but she wasn’t. Her stupid body was ready for him.

“Blade told me you took out trained guards and then used dead men for target practice in the warehouse. I never imagined you like this, but I like it.” He ripped off her underwear and ignored her muffled swearing. “No, I love it. You protect what’s yours at any cost. You’re my equal, baby girl, my badass. Mine.”

He put his mouth on her. She tried not to react, but it was impossible. He went deep and ate her out as if she was the rarest delicacy on the planet. She panted through the gag and didn’t even have the option of trying to brain him by clamping his head between her thighs since he had them splayed wide.

It took her less than five minutes not to give a fuck about the crowd in the hallway. She forgot why she was in the hospital, how Gavin fucked up, and about her desert hunt. All that mattered was what he could give her—sweet oblivion.

“Gavin,” she moaned.

His finger dipped into her pussy and then trailed to her ass. His finger explored and then circled teasingly. She didn’t hesitate. She rocked back on his finger and took it up her ass. He groaned as if he was the one being tortured and raised his head.

“I can’t,” he hissed.

He sat up, unzipped his slacks, and planted himself deep with one thrust. There was no finesse or teasing now. He was breathing hard, and his hands cupped her ass so he could go as deep as possible. Her hands strained against the cuffs while her body undulated against him.

“I need this,” he said hoarsely and buried his face in her hair. “I need to make sure you’re with me.”

She was with him, all right. She was so with him that if she wasn’t cuffed, she would be clawing the hell out of his back and commanding him to fuck her hard.

“I can’t do this again, Lyla. My heart can’t take it,” he said as he rocked inside her. “This needs to end. Now.”

She couldn’t agree more.

He lifted her legs over his shoulder, and he was hitting that spot—but not hard enough!

“Gavin!” she shouted and found him watching her.

“You’re beautiful.”

She milked his shaft with her inner muscles. His eyes narrowed, and he stopped his teasing, soft rhythm that wasn’t taking her over the edge.

“You want me?” he growled.

She nodded and then glared for good measure.

“Then that’s what you’ll get,” he said and slammed home.

She hung onto the handrails as Gavin did what he did best. She was glad for the gag since it muffled her moans. He hit that spot, and she erupted. He rode her through it, and then tucked his head beside hers on the pillow as he pounded her into the bed until he came with her name on his lips.

She floated. She didn’t have a care in the world. She was cock drunk and liking it. Nothing existed outside this room.

Gavin lifted his head. His expression was too severe for her liking.

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