Dark Justice (Croft Family Mob Series Book 1) (9 page)

“Grey?”

He turned at the door. “Yeah?”

“Thanks for loving me even when I’ve made a mess of things. I’m going to be the same father you are. I want my child to have the best dad in the world, and it’s someone like you.”

Greyson’s heart was touched. While he and Emma never wanted kids, they’d still accumulated them.

“That, Curtis, is the best thing anyone’s ever said to me in my life. As for being a good father…you’ve got this. I know how great you’re going to be.”

He grinned.

“Now, I’m going to go molest your mother.”

“Jesus! Really?”

Greyson laughed his entire way upstairs. This kid thing wasn’t so bad after all.

Maybe he and Emma needed to rethink it after all.

Chapter Four

Emma was waiting for him when he showed up. Oh, she wasn’t in their bedroom. She was in his caveman hideout. They went there to spend the night when they planned some debauchery.

Tonight, there was going to be one hell of a festival of fun. She was going to blow his mind.

One of her favorite fantasies was sexy mob boss and innocent kitten forced to play his dirty games.

Just thinking about it jacked her blood pressure through the roof. She could hear the door opening, and he’d know what she wanted.

Emma was on their bed, handcuffed, and blindfolded.

The second he walked in, the footsteps stopped.

“Jesus, Emma, That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and you’ve whipped out some pretty sexy fantasies before.”

“This is strong mob boss and helpless woman,” she said. “Want to play?”

He moved toward her, and he was already breathing heavily. She could hear him approach, and all Emma really wanted was his hands all over her.

One finger trailed down her body, leaving goose bumps in its wake.

“I’m not going to say no to this one,” he said, as he began stripping out of his suit jacket.

“Touch me, Grey. I want your hands all over me.”

His body reacted to her breathy little whisper of words.

Oh, he wanted his hands all over her too.

And his mouth.

And his body.

What he wanted was so wild and crazy, that it even made him want to blush.

“When you trap yourself like this, kitten, it makes me want to do really naughty things with you until you scream my name.”

That was exactly what she wanted.

After spending the day watching him in board shorts by the pool, she was wet all day.

“I hope you have your wicked way with me,” she said, knowing that was exactly what he had planned.

“Oh, baby, I plan on so much more than that.”

Leaving his pants and shirt on, he couldn’t help but sample the buffet of Emma. Here was why he never had to look at other women. What he had at home, surpassed everything out there. When men said their sex lives were boring, he didn’t get that.

Emma was a wild storm.  

In this room, it was anything goes. That was their rule. In here, they could experiment with just about anything along the sexual spectrum, and neither would hold back.

Lowering his mouth to the swell of her breast, he traced it with the tip of his tongue, above the lacy brazier.

He wanted to rip it to shreds to get to his property beneath. Truth be told, he wanted to spread her legs, bury himself in her, and then fuck her silly.

Only that would end the game.

He didn’t want that to happen.

In fact, he wanted to spend hours in here with Emma.

“So, since you’ve laid yourself out like an offering to me, kitten, does that mean I can do anything I want?”

“Yes, just touch me.”

He didn’t give her that one thing. He was going to make her so wild that when he did set her free, she was begging on her knees before him.

That picture made him rock hard.

Again, he ran his lips over her breast. Then before moving away, he did something he’d never done before.

Greyson bit her.

Emma moaned, her whole body arching at the kiss of pain. In all honesty, he wanted to leave a mark on her. It turned him on even more to see his pale-fleshed wife with his teeth marks on her sexily housed breasts.

It was sexy meets sinful.

It was wild meets out of control.

Yeah, he wanted this.

Next, he sat beside her.

“Please, Grey.”

“I’m not ready, kitten. It’s not often I come in here and find you trapped. Are the cuffs real, Emma?”

“Yes,” she whispered as he teased her nipple through the lace of her bra. His fingers were making her incredibly wet, and she hoped he was feeling it too.

“I like you bound for me. This is something I could really enjoy.”

When his fingers ran down her torso and to the panties, she whimpered in need.

“Oh, you want me to touch you?”

“Please,” she whispered.

So be it.

Through the material, he let his finger run across her clitoris. The second he made contact, she gasped in pleasure.

Greyson was going to have his fun.

“I want you to beg,” he said, using his finger to rub the material against the swollen little nub. He wasn’t gentle, and Emma didn’t seem to mind.

In fact she was reacting the exact way he wanted.

Wild.

Wanton.

Wet.

Yeah, Greyson was going to enjoy this.

Every.

Single.

Second.

As he rubbed and rubbed, she ground against his hand, begging him to push her over the edge. Her breathy little gasps of pleasure made him harder and harder.

He wanted to take her right then and there. Instead, he continued to work her through the material until she was right on the edge.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please what, Emma?” Greyson asked.

“Please make me cum.”

That’s what he wanted to hear. With so much pressure, inflicting that kiss of pain again, Emma exploded apart.

Well, he wasn’t done.

As she fell into the pleasure, he ripped the offensive material off her body, laying her bare before him.

She was wet, lovely, and his.

As she rode out the orgasm, he took the opportunity to spread her wide and dine on his wife.

The second he made contact, devouring her, Emma moaned again. “Grey!”

He wasn’t gentle.

Honestly, he wasn’t in the mood to be. He wanted his woman beneath him, writhing, and begging him to take her. He was in the mood to be the boss.

He wanted his wife to serve him tonight. It was probably the way she played the piano at
‘Club Aquarius’
. It made him wild to know she was playing not only for him, but someone else.

And it was another man nonetheless.

It turned his blood to molten lava that someone else got to experience what was only his.

Emma was his sexy lounge performer. Maybe he’d not made that crystal clear.

Well, he would.

And she wouldn’t say no.

Yes, he was a caveman, but it didn’t matter. Emma was his sexy little kitten, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

“Oh God!” she shouted, as the second orgasm crested, shoving her off the edge, but he didn’t stop.

A part of him was furious she’d played for Dimitri. He’d been testing her. Yes, he knew it now. He’d been waiting for her to ask his permission.

Instead, he got that sarcastic reply.

It didn’t work for him.

He drove her back up, torturing her clit with very little mercy. She was writhing, begging, and pleading for mercy, but none was given.

If she wanted to play dangerous mob man and helpless woman, so be it.

He’d fuck her until she couldn’t walk straight.

She deserved it.

In his mind, he knew it was wrong, but this room was no holds barred.

“Grey!” she begged, gasping for air. She could tell, without seeing him, that he was angry.

He never tormented her like this. It was as if he was out to prove something to her.

Not that she minded…

As soon as she figured out what she did, Emma was going to make a note to do it ever damn day of the week.

She begged.

He didn’t stop. The taste of wife across his tongue was addictive, and he wanted more. When he nipped that swollen little bud, she fell again, her whole body bowing beneath the pleasure and pain.

Then, he stopped.

The second he did, Emma felt bereft. She wanted more. She wanted all he could give her. Greyson Croft was her addiction, and she couldn’t stop.

“Grey.”

He tugged her blindfold off.

“I want you on your knees and serving me.”

She got wetter just thinking about it. Her cave Croft was wild. His body was tense, and his dress pants showed the evidence of what she’d done to him.

“Set me free, and I will.”

He did just that. As soon as the cuffs were off, Emma knelt before him. While Greyson stood, she slowly unbuckled his belt. The slow hiss of zipper filled the room, making them both wild.

When she pulled him free from his boxers, he held his breath. He’d been waiting all day for this. There was nothing better than his wife blowing him.

This was how he wanted to die.

He sat, and Emma’s head immediately went into his lap. As she worked him hard, his hands found her hair. He let her be wild, but at some point, he was going to have to slow her down.

If not, he was done.

She teased, sucked, consumed him, and Greyson watched his erection slide from between her lips. It was slick, wet, and needed to be in her body.

Just the visual made him crazed.

Still…

He wanted something.

“Stop.”

She obeyed, staring up at him as she licked her lips.

Jesus!

His minx knew how to take him to his knees. There was no doubt who had the power in this relationship. If she asked for his heart, he’d rip it from his chest for Emma.

“What can I do for you now?”

“I want you over my knee.”

Her eyes went big.

This was new.

“Why?” she asked.

“Today, at
‘Club Aquarius’
, you played for me.”

She didn’t get it. “You didn’t like the way I played, Greyson?”

“I loved it—as did Dimitri. When I said play for me, you didn’t ask me permission. You didn’t know your place.”

She got wet.

Why?

She’d never know. There was something about a bossy caveman in bed that made her crazy. He knew it too. She could see him watching to gauge her reaction.

Her nipples were erect.

Her flesh was flushed.

“Grey.”

“Now, Emma.”

She didn’t hesitate. She went over his lap, and his big, warm hand touched her.

She wanted to moan.

Anytime Greyson put his hands on her was a good thing. No…it was an amazing thing.

“You should have asked, Emma. You should have played any other song but that one. That was our song. You shared it with another man outside the privacy of our home. We’ve made love to that song and fucked to it. That wasn’t to be shared.”

His hand crashed against her ass cheek.

Emma gasped, even as the warm rush of heat pooled low in her belly.

“Grey!”

He didn’t stop there.

He hit her again.

Emma shook.

At first she thought it was her, but it wasn’t. It was her strong, controlled husband.

He was on the verge of breaking, and there was going to be some wild, out of control fallout.

She couldn’t wait.

“You don’t play for anyone without asking permission!” he warned, striking her cheek again. “You don’t play our song for another man!”

It turned him on how her flesh was getting pink. He wanted both cheeks to match.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you, Emma?”

She hesitated.

His hand landed on the second cheek. “Answer me!”

“No! I’m not sorry.”

He didn’t think so.

He struck her one more time. As she rubbed against his erection, Greyson really believed he was going to cum right then and there. He was so damn hard. Emma was the only woman who had ever done this to his body.

She was his queen.

“You won’t ever do that again.”

He smacked her on the ass.

Emma was begging. “I’m sorry! God! I’m so sorry! Please! Take me!”

He wasn’t going to give her what she wanted.

Not yet.

Three more smacks, and she was wild. Then it was time.

Releasing her, he pointed at the bed. “Face down.”

Emma obeyed.

Greyson slowly stripped out of the rest of his clothes. He wasn’t sure what he wanted more.

The wet slide into her body?

Or the tight fight into her ass?

Either way, he was in the mood to make her shout his name over and over again.

When he was completely naked, he pressed his body over hers. “See what you do to me, Emma? Only you, kitten. Only you can make me hard as steel and force me from my control.”