Page 113 of Once A Crime Lord

Of course, she didn’t hate him, but she wasn’t happy about being gagged, handcuffed, and fucked in a hospital room. He was insane. He didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought, and there was no stopping him when he wanted something. She glared at him and gave him nothing.

He squeezed her breast before he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a key.

“I like seeing you cuffed and gagged,” he mused as he released one hand. “We need to do this more often.”

She yanked the gag down. “Get off, Gavin!”

He kissed her cheek when she turned her face away. “Still mad?”

“I’m going to be mad at you for eternity!”

“Eternity’s a long time,” he said as he released her other hand, which she immediately used to brace on his shoulders to create space between them. This was a spectacular fail since he gave her his weight and her arms collapsed.

“Fucking heavy ass brute,” she huffed.

“I told you when we married to punish me.” He rolled so she was on top and then manipulated the bed controls so they were in a sitting position. “Give me your best shot, Lyla.” One hand went to her clit. “And I’ll give you mine.”

“Gavin, you can’t—”

Her head kicked back as he simultaneously pinched her clit, bit her neck, and slammed balls deep into her.

“I can do anything I want,” he growled against her skin. “I’m going to do whatever it takes to have you with me.”

“You’re such...” She panted and stopped when he did something amazing with his cock. Against her will, her arms went around him.

“Such what?” he crooned into her sweat-soaked hair as he controlled her movements with his hands on her ass.

“You’re—you—you fuck...” She couldn’t string a sentence together, much less think of a decent insult when he was pleasuring her.

“This is how I need you, desperate for me.”

She was dimly aware of the mechanical whirr of the bed as it switched positions. She braced her hands on either side of his head as the bed flattened and caught a glimpse of his hungry expression before he sank a hand into her hair and pulled her down until their lips collided. He banded a hand around her waist to keep her in place as he fucked her. Gavin drank in her moans, pleas, and whimpers and demanded more. She ripped the sheets from the bed as she climaxed, wrapped herself around him and hung on for dear life. He planted himself deep and came while brushing kisses over her face.

“You don’t play fair,” she whispered.

He didn’t answer as he ran his hands over her naked body while he was still fully clothed. She laid her cheek on his chest and listened to his rapid heartbeat as her tremors ebbed.

“I was so scared,” she whispered.

His hands stilled.

“I told Carmen to run with Nora. All I had was one gun, eight bullets. I hid and waited.” She let out a shuddering breath and his hands began to move again, stroking and soothing. “I heard them talking about fucking Mom. I killed them.”

She could still feel the gun bucking in her hand and the chill of the desert.

“I went cold. I didn’t care who they were. I just pulled the trigger.” She let out a long breath. “All I could think about was what they were doing to her.” She swallowed hard. “I shot dead bodies.”

“Would it make you feel better to know I’ve done the same?”

“You have?”

“They’re good target practice.”

She raised her head. “Are you serious?”

“Lyla, no matter what you do, I’ve already done it.”

“That shouldn’t make me feel better, but it does. Do you have any leads?”

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