Page 4 of Crime Lord's Paradise

“That’s sweat.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Lyla.”

“Give me twenty minutes.”

Gavin trained her from a young age to respond to him, and unfortunately, she’d never become desensitized. No matter what he did, she wanted him. But she didn’t want him when her head was fucked up and her blood was boiling.

“Twenty minutes for what? To beat the punching bag until you’re exhausted? As it is, you’re going to be sore tomorrow. You won’t be able to hold Nora.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do,” he said with such confidence that she believed him. “There are other ways to work out your demons, baby girl.” His fingers worked between her legs, wedging the thin material of her yoga pants in places it shouldn’t be and began to rub expertly.

She grabbed his wrist but didn’t possess the strength to pull his hand away. In the end, she was helping him. They stared at one another as she soaked her underwear.

“Blade’s training is showing,” he said gruffly as his eyes moved over her topless body. “You’re not allowed to train with anyone but him. I don’t want anyone seeing you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Angry, slick, fierce. That’s mine.” He licked her chest scars and hummed as if he was tasting a delicacy. “We should spar more often.”

She panted as the heat between them built. He was channeling her dark emotions into something else. He applied more pressure, which made her thighs tremble. His eyes were lighter now, revealing that his beast was completely aroused. She rocked her hips into his hand and stilled as a memory began to intrude, snuffing out desire and replacing it with icy rage.

“Let me—” she tried to negotiate.

He pressed his forehead against hers. “Focus.”

She glared at him. “You fucking focus.”

One hand cupped her face while the other continued to stroke her. “Stay with me.”

“I’m right here.”

“No, you’re somewhere you don’t need to be.”

Her chest ached with feelings she couldn’t set free. She closed her eyes as he pressed light kisses over her face.

“Feel me, Lyla.” His lips slid to her cheek and then her neck. “I need you here with me.”

Her breath hitched as he sucked on her neck.

“I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.”

“There’s no fixing this.” A cloud of hopelessness had hovered over her all day, and she combatted this by being pissed off. It was better than crying.

“No matter what, we have each other,” he rumbled.

The invisible pressure on her chest lightened. He was right. Even if the world went to shit outside their fortress, they still had one another. They should have died in Hell. By some miracle, they made it out with the whiplash on his back and some filthy memories she would never be able to purge. It was a small price to pay.

She slid her fingers into his hair and destroyed his slick do. She tugged on his hair, forcing his lips from her neck so she could move them to hers. This time, it was her tongue that intruded. She was the aggressor for the two seconds it took for him to participate. When his thumb rubbed her nub, she groaned and arched against him. She felt his lips curve against hers and broke the kiss.

“You with me?” he murmured with a wicked grin.

“Let me up,” she ordered.

He hesitated before he rolled to the side. When she rose, he grabbed her calf to stop her from moving away, but his grip relaxed when she pushed her pants down. He helped her pull them off before he kissed her lower stomach and then nuzzled her pussy. His hands kneaded her ass before gliding down the back of her legs. The erotic sight of her massive husband kneeling before her as he ate her out made her body flush with heat.

“Gavin,” she whispered.

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