Incapable
Incapable #1
By: Marie Skye
Releasing February
19, 2016
Self-Published
Self-Published
Blurb
Emmalin
Emmalin
Gone.
Everything I ever had is gone. Ripped away, taken before I was
ready. So I just hid. Hid in the shadows, hoping to disappear, blending in,
fade away. I didn't want to be found, and I sure as hell didn’t want, to be
discovered.
But one man did. He saw me. Saw right through me.
He's overbearing, egotistical, and did I mention a total asshole?
When I'm with him, I want to scream, Punch him,
And then have him rip my clothes off.
He's overbearing, egotistical, and did I mention a total asshole?
When I'm with him, I want to scream, Punch him,
And then have him rip my clothes off.
I gave him one night.
He wants more.
And so do I.
I'm his.
Grayson Mandrake owns me.
He wants more.
And so do I.
I'm his.
Grayson Mandrake owns me.
Grayson
I take, because I can.
I claim, because I can.
She was mine the moment I saw her,
And I will destroy her soul to keep her. Have her. Own her.
I claim, because I can.
She was mine the moment I saw her,
And I will destroy her soul to keep her. Have her. Own her.
I'm ruthless,
And relentless,
A total asshole.
And I will do anything for her.
Emmalin Ross is mine.
And relentless,
A total asshole.
And I will do anything for her.
Emmalin Ross is mine.
Excerpt:
We rode back to
headquarters discussing how the rest of the day was going to pan out. I tried
prying some information out of Chace regarding him and Isabella, but he
remained tight-lipped. As we stopped at
Glenda's desk to retrieve messages before our meeting,
our attention was diverted to a woman walking out of Grayson's office.
Her designer
heels made her at least 5'10, and the V-neck dress she wore, which barely held her breasts in, matched the blood-red
lipstick she wore perfectly. She spotted Chace and strolled over as if she was
on a runway. She looked me up and down as if I was no more than trash before
placing her hand on Chace's chest and purring.
"It's been
a while.”
Chace took a
half step in front of me, as if blocking me from view. Grayson came walking out
of the office, his hair a mess and collar
mussed. It didn't take much to put
together what had been going on here. He stopped at Glenda's desk.
"Please
have security escort Mrs. Stewart out of the building."
She withdrew
her hand from Chace and turned, a scowl creasing her brow. "Is that
necessary, Grayson?"
He looked past her and made immediate eye contact with me. He
glanced at Chace, almost as if he were silently pleading.
Chace lightly
grabbed my arm. "You have that meeting."
I pulled my arm
away. "He means well, right?"
The blonde
stood there and watched us back and forth before widening her grin. "Wait,
is this her?"
"I would
choose your next words wisely, Ashley,"
Grayson said through gritted teeth.
Just then, the
elevator dinged and security entered. I wasn't going to wait around for the
drama and strolled right past all of them to the conference room.
Sitting there,
I willed myself not to cry. I felt like such a damn fool. I didn’t know how
much time went by before someone else came in,
and I realized I had a job to do.
Right before
our meeting was to start, Grayson walked in. I immediately diverted my eyes,
and noticed how everyone sat straighter in their chairs, as I willed mine to
swallow me whole. He stood directly behind me. That masculine scent overpowered everything as he leaned over.
"Ms. Ross,
may I have a moment of your time?"
Keeping my eyes
on the doodle I was drawing, I answered,
"No."
He paused.
"I'm sorry?"
I cleared my throat, and I glanced across the table at Edith, who only gawked at someone saying no to
the CEO of the company. "I said no, Mr. Mandrake. No, you may not have a moment of my time. You may, however, request to schedule a moment of
my time, and I'll be sure to pencil you in at my earliest
convenience."
Holy shit! Did that just come out of my mouth? Okay, keep it together. You are officially
speaking out of anger. Hold your ground. I dared a glance around the room.
All eyes were on us. Well, this was
embarrassing. I looked back up at Grayson,
and his eyes were dark and smoldering. They narrowed at me, and I thought I saw
a hint of a smile, but I was pretty sure that was wishful thinking on my
part.
He placed his
hand on my shoulder, his eyes never leaving mine. "On second thought, I
think I'll stay for the meeting after all.” Of
course, the chair next to me was free. He slid in closer than one needed
to, not respecting boundaries at all. I
tried turning my chair in the opposite direction,
but a firm grip on my thigh stopped me instantly.
Pursing my
lips, I turned toward the beginning of the presentation as much as I could, or
as much as Grayson would allow me. Just when I thought there was a possibility
this might go well, the lights dimmed. Grayson’s ironclad grip started
traveling up my thigh. I made a mental note to start wearing pants. I tried
everything to get my chair to move without causing a distraction. His
fingertips grazed the outer edge of my panties. He wouldn’t dare do this here.
I was torn between trying to be pissed at
him and trying to keep myself from being turned on.
As I attempted
to shut my legs again, I swore I heard him smirk.
Hooking a leg
around my ankle, he pried my legs apart before pushing the lace of my panties
aside and lightly grazing over my clit. I jumped immediately upon contact.
So he was going
to do this here. I was trying to retain my composure, and just when I thought I
had it under control, he slipped two fingers past my folds, and I suddenly
gripped the table. In the distance, I heard my name being called.
I glanced at
the front of the room where Edith stood with Kevin, looking my way. I cleared my
throat. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” My voice came out higher than I
intended.
Edith started
speaking again, but I didn’t hear a word that came out of her mouth the moment
Grayson’s thumb started circling my clit. I was focusing hard on trying to keep
my breathing under control.
All of a sudden,
Grayson started contributing to the conversation while continuing his agonizing
torture, while I sat there and bit my
bottom lip to prevent myself from moaning. Every time a question was directed
toward me, Grayson intercepted and I would nod in agreement. I was so close,
and he knew just what to do.
“Well, I think
this should call for an early dismissal for the day if everyone agrees, and if
everyone is satisfied with this proposal?” Grayson flicked my clit and pleasure
shot through me as I tried to stay as still as possible. He looked around the
room as everyone nodded in response to the early dismissal. “Ms. Ross, for
clarification, were you satisfied?”
That bastard. I
nodded, since that’s all I could do. Everyone started to clear out of the room, but I just sat there.
When I finally
got up and headed for the door, he grabbed my arm.
“I’m pissed at you. You had no right to do that.” I tried
jerking my arm away, but he gripped it harder
He cocked his
head. “Is that so?”
“Are you
kidding me right now?”
“No, I’m not
kidding you right now.” He thrust me against the wall, his erection digging
into me, and I found myself grinding into him. “You refused me, and in your
defiant attitude, said you would pencil me in. Not only did you manage to piss
me the fuck off, but you made me so fucking hard, I was prepared to throw you
over this damn table and fuck you in front of everyone. So now we’re going to
talk my way. I think it’s time I introduced you to orgasm denial. I’m going to
fuck you, redden your ass, and then fuck you again, and maybe then we can
talk.”
I opened my
mouth to talk.
“Don’t say a
word. I don’t want to hear a fucking word out of your mouth.” He dragged me out
of the conference room.
As pissed as I
was, I was unbelievably turned on.
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