Page 70 of Filthy Little Games

Some of the tension leaves my shoulders as he crowds me back against the door. When I’m completely plastered to it, Creed braces his left palm next to my head. His nose brushes mine, and he peeks down the front of the buttoned jacket that his finger still holds open.

“My wife is so damn gorgeous,” he whispers down into the cavernous space. “I’ve always been an ass man, but these beauties?” Creed crouches down a few inches to swipe his hot, wet tongue over one swell, then the other. That’s all it takes to have me dripping wet. “I want to bury my face in these tits until I fucking suffocate.”

Dropping to his knees in front of me, his fingers quickly workto undo the two front suit buttons. I slump down a little, knowing exactly what he wants. As soon as he parts the two sides of the jacket, his mouth clamps down on my right breast.

“Creed,” I whimper. My mouth falls open on a gasp, and my eyes slam shut. My fingers sink into his long hair, holding his face to my chest. He licks, sucks, and gently bites down on my flesh as his palms grip my hips tight enough to leave bruises.

Sliding his hands up my ribs, he cups my breasts and squeezes them together. As he runs his tongue up the middle, his dark blue eyes lift to mine.

“Why are you avoiding me?” I blurt out the question because every second I’m near this man, I get even more confused about if he wants me or not.

Between kissing my breasts, he says, “I’m notjustavoiding you…I’ve also been busy.” His admission doesn’t make me feel any better.

“Too busy to come upstairs or to bed until you’re ready to pass out?”

“I’ve been trying to keep my hands off you. It’s not fucking easy…”

“Sorry?” I mutter and maybe tug on his hair just a little harder.

“It’s not your fault that I want to fuck you so badly, I can’t be in the same room as you for more than five seconds. I barely sleep at night with you so close, smelling delicious. The ache I have for you keeps me awake for hours.”

“I don’t…I don’t understand.” If he wants me so badly, then why hasn’t he pounced on me yet? We’re freaking married. I don’t understand his holdup, other than it’s a trust issue.

“I’ve spent the past two weeks trying to figure out if Emilio was behind the raid and stalking each of the Rovina properties,” Creed tells me. “They’re all over Brooklyn, and a few in Manhattan. During the day, I’ve been watching them on my own or with Aldoor Lorenzo occasionally driving me, so I can try to get some work done on my laptop while we wait.”

“You’re still trying to find evidence that Emilio put Izaiah up to the raid?” I knew he was determined to get vengeance for his brother, but I had no idea he was obsessing over it day and night.

“I am. And I’ve been looking for Oriana.”

My daughter’s name coming from his lips stops my heart mid-beat, mostly because I’ve only said it a few times and can’t believe he even remembered it. “W-what?” Maybe I misheard him.

“It takes a few days to observe each property before I’m confident enough to cross it off the list and move on to the next. I don’t trust anyone else to look for her, or even know she exists, except for Dre and Tristan. So, I’ve been spending my days out on the streets of New York City and my nights either catching up on family business or avoiding ravaging you.”

“But…why?” I ask in confusion.

“I’m determined to return your daughter to your arms, Zara.”

I shake my head because it seems insane. I even tug on his hair to pull him back up to his feet. Having Creed Ferraro kneel before and offer to give me back my world is too ridiculous to be real.

But his stern face says he’s serious.

“No. It’s too dangerous. Emilio…he won’t let her out of the caretakers’ sight. And he may already want you dead because of what happened with Carmine, then Izaiah…”

“I can handle it. In fact, I think I’m getting pretty good at this kidnapping thing, since it worked out so well with you. I didn’t even need to use handcuffs to keep you from running off, which is a little disappointing if I’m being honest.”

“Creed…”

“I won’t get caught.”

“He’ll come after me if she goes missing,” I remind him. “So, how do you think this could ever work?”

“Because I typically don’t do anything without coming up witha flawless plan. Izaiah was the exception,” he says while slipping his hands underneath the hem of the jacket to grab my ass. “And while I wish I could lay you out on my desk and devour you right fucking now, Emilio is on his way here for a meeting.”

“Emilio…he’s coming here? R-right now?”

Creed removes one hand from my ass cheek to glance at his watch. “Any second.”

“Shit! He can’t see me here!”

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