Dark Justice (Croft Family Mob Series Book 1) by Morgan Kelley

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