INCAPABLE
Incapable Part One
Marie Skye
Re-Release May 25th, 2016
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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.
I gave him one night.
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'm ruthless,
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.
Marie
Skye currently resides in
Austin, Texas. She's always wanted to be a writer, and one day decided 'why
not?' She's a sucker for all things romance, but also loves those stories that
are dark and twisted, and makes you think to yourself "what would people
say if they knew I read stuff like this?" They would be jealous. Visit her
on Facebook, her Facebook Group or Website.
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