Page 48 of Filthy Little Games

“Missed a spot,” I tell him when I grab his hand. I hold it close enough that I can swipe my tongue over the platinum band, up his fingers and stick his entire thumb in my mouth. I like seeing the proof that he’s mine on his finger more than I should.

I feel Creed’s growl rumble through my entire body. “I knew you were fucking dangerous.”

I’m not dangerous, but I’m playing a dangerous game — one with a vicious don.

While I’m still trying to tempt and tease my new husband, he’s already figured out how to make me scream.

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Creed

Somehow, I managed to sleep on my side of the bed last night and keep my hands and all my other body parts off my wife while she was sleeping.

I’m waiting for her to wake up, so I can go down on her a few more times when I hear what sounds like my cell phone ringing from the closet safe. It stops for several seconds only to start up again. I relent, crawling out of bed and retrieving it from the safe by punching in the code.

Lorenzo’s name lights up the screen.

I press the button to answer and put it up to my ear. “What?”

“Sorry to bother you so early,” he begins. “But I just got a call from Emilio’s people. He’s having a dinner party tonight.”

“So?” I don’t give two shits about a dinner party at the Rovinas when I have my sexy wife in my bed wearing only my tee.

“So, he’s invited all the families to his estate. Apparently, his oldest son Izaiah is missing.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, shoving my fingers through my messy hair, unable to forget how Zara pulled on it last night when she was humping my face. I want more of that this morning. I need more of her. “Emilio’s missing drug addict son requires a sit down with all the families?”

Dammit. I was hoping it would take a few more days before Emilio realized his son hadn’t been seen or heard from in a while.

“He’s got some nerve calling a meeting like that without asking you first,” Lorenzo says. “What do you want me to tell him?”

I can’t shut down or miss the damn dinner without raising suspicions, even though I would love to spend at least a few more days here alone with Zara. “Tell him I’ll be there. I want Dre and Tristan to come with me whether Emilio likes it or not.”

“I’ll tell his staff to put out two more place settings.”

“You do that. I’ll be back in the city by five. Tell Dre and Tristan to meet us at the penthouse. And I want you to stay with Zara while we’re gone.”

There’s a long pause before he says, “Will do,” and ends the call.

When I return to the bedroom with my phone still in my hand, Zara is sitting up awake, half of her curls loose and falling in a tangled mess.

“Everything okay?” she asks.

“We’re going back to the city this afternoon.”

“Oh. So soon? Why?”

“Emilio is having a ‘dinner party’ for all the bosses, which isn’t really a dinner party but likely going to be a bloodbath where he blames everyone for Izaiah’s sudden disappearance.”

“And knowing that, you’re still going? Do you think he found out Izaiah is dead? That we did it?”

I’m growing to love when she uses the term ‘we’ more and more each time.

“Guess we’ll find out soon. If I don’t show, it’ll make me look like a suspect.”

“True,” she replies. “He couldn’t know what we did already, right? Or that we’re married?” When she chews on her bottom lip, it’s impossible for me to not think about her licking my cum off them last night.

“No, I doubt he knows anything we did, and we’re going to keep it that way. Our marriage license is staying off the record for now,” I tell her, glad I made that decision, since I’m not ready for the Rovinas to know I married Izaiah’s baby mama just yet. “And we’re not leaving here until I have breakfast.” I throw the covers off Zara and straddle her clasped lower legs. “How about you take that shirt off and spread your legs for me so I can eat my fill?”

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