Hell Is Burning (40 page)

That touched her heart. Her amazing husband was treating her like she was his treasure. He’d created something special here, and it was just for her.

How could she not fall in love with him all over again?

He was impossible to resist, so she crossed toward him. It wasn’t lost on Emma that he was wearing a pair of red silk pajama bottoms, and he looked ever the man of the manor.

It was sexy.

“What? No champagne?”

He jerked his head to the side and toward the wine chiller in the corner. “I didn't want to have to head downstairs to get bubby for my sexy kitten.”

Emma laughed. “You’ve thought of everything,” she admitted. “There’s music, candles, booze, and a secret room where you can molest your wife--that’s pretty sneaky, Mr. Croft.”

When she held out her hand, he tugged her onto the bed. Emma fell into his embrace and without warning, he began his assault. There was something so innately sexy about his wife standing there, waiting to be plucked from that robe. Maybe it was how her hair sat tousled on top of her head, the little wispy pieces hanging down, or that she was wearing nothing beneath her robe.

Maybe it was a combination of it all.

“You look good enough to eat,” he whispered, before sliding his fingers beneath the silk to the wetness that he knew would be there. As he teased her, she moaned.

“Greyson.”

“There’s my kitten. Welcome to our playroom. In here, we can be as loud as we want and do anything we please. I needed a place that was just ours. It’s our secret sex room.”

Emma giggled like a school girl.

They really didn't need the room, since they could get their sex on anywhere they damn well pleased, but it was a special place to make memories.

Emma loved it.

A year ago, she never thought this would be part of her reality, but it was. He’d made it all happen.

He didn't let up his assault on her lower body, and she couldn’t think straight. His fingers were slipping back and forth across her clitoris, making it damn hard to focus on anything but him. A part of her wanted to keep talking, but the lower half of her body wanted him to keep going without interruption.

He had this power over her. Greyson could silence the demons in her head with the simplest touch.

With him, everything else fell away. Here, she was just Emma Croft.

Greyson ran his mouth across her throat. The scent of her skin, mingling with her perfume, was very erotic. It was the fragrance he bought her on their honeymoon.

His kitten only wore it when she was in the mood to seduce him.

That made him smile. It looked like they were both in the mood to make memories.

“Up on your knees, Emma. I want you out of that robe,” he ordered.

She slowly tugged on the belt, knowing he was going crazy as he watched her. Emma wanted her caveman to suffer, especially now that he built them a secret cave to drag her off to whenever he felt like it.

Teasingly, she opened it, showing him what lie beneath.

There was absolutely nothing but the necklace hanging around her throat.

“Oh, Emma,” he whispered, when she dropped the silk from her body, giving him a tempting view of what he’d be dining on that night.

“Are you hungry, Greyson?” she asked, toying with the bauble which hung invitingly between her breasts.

The answer was a low growl, barely heard over the music wafting in the room.

“Well, I’m hungry too,” she purred, running her fingers down his thighs. “What’s under this pretty red wrapping?” she asked, referring to the silk pajama bottoms.

He couldn’t move.

He was captivated by his red haired hellion. She was stirred up, and he wasn’t going to stand a chance.

“Take them off, Greyson,” she ordered, trying to be the boss.

Greyson grinned wickedly.

This was a game they often played. She’d exert her dominance, and he’d put her right back in her place. He didn't mind his wife trying to be bossy. It was sexy, but he had other plans for their christening in this room.

“Behave, kitten. I can clip those claws. If you want something, you have to give something.”

She ran her fingers down her body, cupping her breasts as if they were an offering to her husband. “What do you want?”

What didn't he want?

“In this room, anything goes. Are you prepared for that?” he asked, giving her the chance to set boundaries. “This is our special place. I think the sex that happens here should be memorable.”

She licked her lips. “You’ll have to work damn hard to make it any more amazing.”

He was willing to do just that.

“What do you want, Greyson?” she whispered, as his gaze slid across her body. He was devouring her, but with only a glance.

“I think that I really want you over my knee.”

Emma flushed at his request.

He wasn’t kidding when he admitted that anything could, and would, happen in there.

This was a new side of him.

She loved it.

Someone was getting bold with the acquisition of his new play room. “Greyson.”

He tugged her forward, and she landed across his lap. As his fingers trailed over her petal soft skin, he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “When a man builds you a sex den, kitten, you thank him. If you don’t, there’s a punishment.”

She went to laugh, but she didn't have time.

His hand came crashing down, cupped against her derrière. The sound was far louder than the actual strike but it still caught her off guard.

She gasped.

“One.”

When his hand made contact once again, Emma squirmed in his lap. She wasn’t trying to escape. Oddly, she loved this. It didn't really hurt. It was having the exact opposite effect on her body.

“Two.”

Emma’s body heated. It looked like her husband was in a wild mood. He’d never spanked her before. In all honesty, Emma was enjoying every second of it. Greyson was being himself, and she couldn’t help but love everything about him.

He was her soulmate.

She was being obedient, but that didn't mean she couldn’t stir him up even more. Two Crofts could play that game.

If he was hell bent on playing master, she’d drive him out of his mind with lust. When doing battle with a caveman, you had to know your prey.

“I was very bad,” she whispered. “I deserve this.”

His body tensed at the soft admission.

“What did you do?”

“I was thinking impure thoughts about my FBI partner today. When I had him pinned to the ground, I was picturing him naked.”

Greyson wanted to smile, but he couldn’t. His lower body was in control, and it was driving the fantasy. He was helpless to fight it.

He needed her in the worst way. With each taste of his tempting prize, he became more and more addicted.

His hand came down again, this time landing smartly on her cheek. The sound reverberated through the room as she gasped in shock.

“Three.”

Her body went liquid with lust.

“You shouldn’t think about anyone but your husband,” he demanded, as she wiggled her ass against the palm of his hand.

“Or what?”

His hand came down again, cupping her pink ass cheek.

“Four.”

“Greyson!”

Oh, she was challenging him.

Well, he could play this game with the best of them. His hand made contact once more, only this time harder.

“Five.”

Emma moaned as he slid her off his lap. She was all flushed, and the ‘C’ hung seductively between her breasts.

While she wasn’t moving, he decided to take things into his own hands. Reaching toward the bed post, he pulled the leather strap from hiding to secure it around her wrist.

She watched him with heat filled eyes. Green had never burned so hot before. It appeared his cave babe liked being manhandled.

He was so damn glad.

There was going to be many sexy romps in this room. He could already tell that it was time and money well spent.

When one hand was secure, he followed up with the second one. He tightened it firmly, making sure she couldn’t escape.

“You were bad, so now you get punished.”

He stood, but didn't slide out of his pajama bottoms. For what he had planned, his lower anatomy wouldn’t be needed quite yet.

Emma watched him, her body quivering with need. When he yanked her legs apart and took his place between them, Emma was already breathing heavy.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked.

“I’m going to punish my woman. She was fantasizing about her partner, and that’s a dangerous thing. You’re my woman, and I’m the only man you should think about.”

Emma closed her eyes as his words slid across her body like silk. All her nerve ending were on fire. She loved this little game.

It was sexy as sin.

“Dimitri was flirting with you, wasn’t he?”

Her eyes popped open. “Grey.”

“Answer me, Emma. As your husband, I have a right to know. He’s attracted to my wife, and I need to know where I stand.”

She stared up into his eyes, wanting to reassure him that nothing would ever make her stray, but he wasn’t having it. Greyson wanted to hear the truth. He was battling invisible demons.

At one time, she might have lied to spare his feelings, but that never ended well. Instead, Emma went with the truth.

“Yes, he was flirting, but I wasn’t.”

“You were a very bad kitten today. You should have told me when it happened.”

“Greyson, you couldn’t possibly think…”

She didn't get to finish. He lowered his mouth to the most sensitive part of her body, and with his tongue and teeth, he feasted. The second he made contact, the torment began.

She begged.

She pleaded.

Emma shouted in release.

Greyson made her suffer. At first, this was about seducing her, but he realized something.

He had to be himself.

Their hired security guy could flirt all he wanted. When it came down to it, she was his, and he needed to remind her of that. As she came again and again, a fine perspiration covering her body, Emma struggled not to shatter apart. From the look on his face, Greyson was pleased.

Moving away from the vee of her legs, he stared down into her eyes.

She looked spent.

“More, kitten?”

“Greyson,” she whispered. “He’s nothing. You’re my all.”

He was well aware.

He trusted his wife, but he still needed to make a point. Just because he knew his wife wouldn’t stray, didn't mean she shouldn’t be aware that he saw everything.

Greyson was a man, and he knew what went on in a guy’s head. Standing, he tugged down his pajama bottoms.

He was hard.

Erect.

Wild.

“I’m not done, Emma,” he admitted. “I want you to scream my name. With each stroke of my dick, I want you to remember who owns you.” He flicked the ‘C’ hanging between her breasts. “You’re mine, Emma Croft. God help you, but you’re mine. From the second we kissed until our last breath, we’re going to remain tied together.”

He lifted her hips, admiring the heels she still wore. When he nudged her with his already rock hard erection, she gasped.

She knew what was coming.

Greyson didn't give her warning.

Instead, he stole what he craved most.

With pounding thrusts, he tore her control to shreds. It didn't take long for her orgasm spent body to find itself being teased and tormented back to release.

He was forcing her up and over. Then he was making her fall. Greyson was taking her control away, and she was helpless to stop him.

Switching the angle, he hit that one spot.

Emma shattered apart, but instead of falling with her, he pulled free of her body. As his sexy kitten lay there, arms bound to the posts of their bed, her body still shaking from the repeated assault, he wasn’t done.

No.

He needed more.

Greyson demanded all.

With his mouth, he again found her swollen clit, and again he tormented her as she begged for reprieve.

Only, he didn't care.

He wanted her to remember this. When other men came into his territory, she needed to remember who she belonged to. While he’d forever love and respect her, the simple truth remained.

Emma was his property.

Oh, he’d never hurt her, but he would fuck her silly.

After all, a caveman was a caveman. She’d fed into that, and now there was a price to pay.

As his mouth feasted, his fingers found her breasts. With rough hands, he tormented her over and over again. As she teetered on the edge, he shoved her over into the freefall.