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

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.