When it Raynes: A Dark Mafia Romance (Frost Industries Book 1)
When it Raynes: Chapter 36

Having Emerson in my space puts me at ease. For as long as I can remember, I’ve lived my life on edge. Always waiting for the next blow, the next war, waiting for the penny to drop. But with her in the penthouse the moment the elevator doors close behind me all the weight is lifted from my shoulders.

I haven’t dreamed about the first life I ever took since she’s been sleeping in my arms, and that alone makes it easier to breathe. But tonight I can’t sleep. Thoughts whirl around my mind like a hurricane and no matter how hard I try, I can’t quiet them. All I can do is hold Emerson close to me, her naked body pressed against mine as I listen to her gently snores.

We haven’t made any progress with Russo since we sent Andrew and his family to Fiji, the only place he could think of that his former boss wouldn’t look for him.

Maybe I should take Emerson away. If we left the city, Russo wouldn’t be able to touch her. It’s not the first time the idea has crossed my mind. In fact, I almost packed her up and put her on the plane with Andrew and his family just so I knew she was safe, but she would resent me if I made her leave Chicago. Her life is here. The Center, her dad, school. It is all here and the moment I entertain the idea of taking that away from her is the moment I lose her.

And as much as I want to see her safe, as much as I want to keep her as far away from Angelo Russo as humanly possible, I’m a selfish bastard. I should let her go. I should have turned around and walked away the first time our eyes met, but I wanted her, and so I took her.

Carefully, I disentangle myself from Emerson and tug on a pair of sweatpants before heading to the office I’ve given to her. The look on her face the first time she saw the room was nothing short of glee and I knew from that moment it no longer belonged to me. I still work in here from time to time when she’s curled up on the couch watching a movie with my sisters, but primarily it belongs to her.

I cross to the table in the corner and pour two fingers of scotch into a glass. It isn’t often I turned to alcohol, but I need to take the edge off. The threat on Emerson and my sisters is growing by the day, and there’s only so long we can keep them here.

I take a sip of the harsh liquor and relish in the burn as it slides down my throat. Chicago at this time of night is my favorite. The streets are quieter than normal, the lights in the office buildings dim, but the skyline still glows. I can see all the corners of our kingdom, right up to downtown where it turns to Russo territory. That’s where my gaze lingers as I imagine murdering the son of a bitch who dares threaten my woman.

Footsteps in the hallway drag me from my daydream and I immediately reach for the gun that isn’t tucked in the back of my pants. It’s a habit I’ve been in since I was barely a teenager, and one I’ll never be able to break.

Emerson appears in the doorway, her nakedness covered by one of my T-shirts. The sight of her in my clothes doesn’t get old, no matter how many times I’ve seen her wandering around the house in them. “Are you okay?” She asks quietly, eyeing the glass in my hand.

I beckon her to stand with me at the window and the moment she’s close enough, I pull her into my arms. “Better now.”

She’s still half asleep, her hair slightly mussed from where she lay on the pillow, but it’s these moments she’s the most beautiful to me. Before the rest of the world can stick their nose in and make her tense, before she has ten coffees and becomes a ball of energy, before the sun can rise and bring a new day. These moments are when I get the real Emerson, and I cherish every moment she gives me. “You weren’t in bed, I was…” She trails off before she can say the word at the tip of her tongue.

“Were you worried about me, sweet girl?” I tease. It’s the first time she’s admitted it, but she’s felt it for a while. Every morning when I kiss her goodbye, she gets this look in her eye that makes me want to stay with her. The first couple of days I thought it was because I was leaving her with my sisters, and then I thought it was because she was worried about not having enough protection, but I’m only just seeing it for what it is.

Emerson is worried about me. She’s worried I’m going to get hurt because of her.

She nods and buries her face into my bare chest. She’s come in leaps and bounds since the moment I claimed her, becoming less and less resistant to the fact that this is where she belongs. By my side. If I had it my way she would already have a ring on her finger, but I’m trying to give her time to settle into her new reality, even if the idea of having not claimed her completely eats at me more and more every day. “Thank you for all you’re doing to keep me safe.”

I smile, pressing a kiss into her hair. “I will always protect you, sweet girl. You are my life, and I don’t want to imagine a version of my life without you in it, so I will go to the end of the earth to keep you safe. Thank you for trusting me to do that.”

I take another sip of my scotch, suddenly not needing the liquor like I had when I walked into the office. Emerson has calmed the storm brewing within me just by being in my arms.

“I love this view,” she says quietly.

“I know you do. I think it’s this view that made you stop trying to leave.” I chuckle.

“Among other things.” She shrugs on a giggle.

“Like what, sweet girl?” I nip at her shoulder and relish in the feel of her body tightening in my arms.

“The TV is pretty huge.”

“And?”

“The bed is a lot more comfortable than the one at my apartment.”

“What else, Emerson?” I growl.

“The company isn’t bad.”

“Sweet girl,” I warn.

“And you’re here,” she whispers.

“Sit on the edge of the desk and lean back.” I step away from her, depositing my glass on the side table to deal with later. All I can think about is her sweet pussy and taking her over the desk.

She looks like she’s about to say something but quickly thinks better of it, perching on the edge of the sturdy wooden desk as I prowl toward her. When I sit on the desk chair and spread her legs until they sit on the arms of the chair, I’m at the perfect height.

Even in the dimly lit office, I can see her glistening for me. Always ready for me to take her, as if her body knows I might need her at only a moment’s notice.

I start by kissing the inside of her silky thigh, then the other, before repeating the process over and over again. I’m not going to be able to go slow tonight, I won’t be able to hold her on the edge for as long as I usually like, but I can tease her a little, make her so desperate for my touch she can barely breathe without it.

Emerson buries her hands in my thick hair, trying to pull my face to where she wants me, but I don’t budge. I only give her as much as I’m willing to give, which isn’t much. I sink my teeth into the soft flesh and something between and a moan and a scream claws from her throat. She stopped trying to be quiet after the first few nights my family were staying with us, and I didn’t want to be the one to tell her our bedroom is soundproof and the office is on the opposite side of the penthouse to the bedrooms so them hearing us is unlikely.

Over and over again, I bite into her, needing to see my marks all over her milky white skin. The bruises I gave her the first night are long gone now and I feel the possessive urge to replace them as if those marks are what stake my claim on her.

Every time my teeth touch her thighs, she moans and her pussy gushes for me. She loves when I mark her. She loves the pain that morphs to pleasure. “You’re so wet for me, sweet girl.”

“Rayne,” the plea falls from her lips as her vibrant green eyes meet mine. Lust and need swirl around behind them, and it’s almost enough to break my resolve. Almost.

I drag my tongue up her thigh, lapping gently over the bite marks that are forming before repeating the same motion on the other side, but the closer my tongue comes to her center, the less control I have over my own actions and a moment later the path leads through her needy cunt.

“Fuck,” Emerson groans, her hips lifting from the desk.

“Stay still for me, sweet girl. I don’t want to have to restrain you,” I lie. I always want to tie her down. I always want to have her helpless beneath me. The feeling of power is addictive and I can’t get enough.

Emerson’s eyes flare at the threat and before she can think better of it, her hips move to meet my mouth again. My good girl loves testing the boundaries.

I reach into the bottom drawer of the desk and pull out a tie I keep there if I ever need to leave the penthouse quickly. In the blink of an eye, I’ve pulled my chair back, picked Emerson up from the edge of the desk and deposited her face down with both arms held behind her back.

“Rayne,” she moans.

Quickly, I tie her wrists at the base of her spine and swat her ass a few times for good measure. She hasn’t done anything to warrant an actual spanking, but I would be remiss not to give her a few when I know how fucking much she loves them.

I sink back into the desk chair and take a moment to enjoy the view. Emerson’s luscious ass is at eye level, her swollen pussy begging for my attention. I’ve thought about fucking her over this desk so many times since the first time we met, and I can’t fucking wait to take her sweet pussy.

I drag my tongue from her clit right to her puckered hole before repeating the process over and over until Emerson’s squirming. Her body shakes with the need to come, but she won’t be getting her release from my mouth tonight. I need to feel her wrapped around me so fucking badly that by the time she begs, I’ve already pushed my pants to my ankles and I’m sinking balls deep into her pussy.

“Fuck,” I grind out, holding myself as deep as I can manage. “Who does this pussy belong to, sweet girl?”

“You,” Emerson moans as she tries to push herself back, but I hold on to her hips tightly.

“You’re damn right. This pussy is all fucking mine. I’m going to fuck you every single day for the rest of our lives so that you’ll always know who owns it.”

She tenses at the words like she does every time I mention our future together, it’s the only reason I haven’t told her how I feel, because I think she’ll run again, and this time we may not be as lucky.

I start a steady rhythm, holding onto her hips tightly as I pull her back to meet each of my thrusts. Her pussy flutters around my cock, her orgasm getting closer and closer by the second, but I know the moment she goes over the edge she’s going to take me over with her. It’s always the way. Her cunt milks my cock so perfectly there’s no way I can hold on through it.

“Rayne, please.”

“Please what, sweet girl?”

“I need to come, please Rayne.”

Despite my need to drag this out for as long as I can, my need to please her is stronger, and a moment later I’m slamming into her pussy with wild abandon. I look down to where we’re joined, where my cock disappears in and out of her and the sight of her puckered asshole beckons me. Moving one hand from her hip, I flick her clit a few times, gathering her wetness before pressing my thumb gently against her ass.

“Rayne,” she warns, her entire body going stiff in my arms.

“It’s okay, sweet girl. I’ve got you,” I whisper, drawing soft circles over the place she considers forbidden. My need to own every part of her only strengthens by the day, and this is the only place I haven’t taken her yet. I won’t do it without preparing her at the risk of hurting her, but I need her to get on board real quick.

I continue my rhythm, using my thumb to gently prod at the tight ring of muscles. “Let me in, Emerson,” I say softly, pressing a kiss to her spine to soothe her. “I would never do anything I didn’t think you would enjoy.”

“You spank me.”

“You love that.” I chuckle.

Emerson takes a deep breath before letting it out and her body starts to relax against the desk. I’m gentle in the way I circle her asshole, making sure I never put too much pressure when she’s not ready. I need her compliant the first time she feels me there, and for that I need her to be blissed out with the pleasure I’m giving her body.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Do you want to come?” I grind in and out of her as her pussy clamps down around me. She’s so close she could fall over the edge at any moment, and I can’t wait another second to feel her muscles tighten around me.

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

“Come for me now, Emerson,” I order, and a moment later she screams my name as her cunt clamps down on me so hard I can barely move. It’s that moment I slide my thumb into her ass for the first time, the sight of the tight ring of muscles giving way to me is what takes me over the cliff as I slam into her over and over again.

“Fuck,” I bite out as I spill into her. Every time I come inside her, it only seems to make me feel more and more like a caveman, claiming my woman with my seed. I want to own her in every single way I can, and my cum dripping out of her is just another way to stake my claim on her.

When I pull out of her, Emerson moves to stand as well, but I push her back down and sit back in my seat to watch as my cum drips from her, sliding down her bruise covered thighs.

All fucking mine.