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Incapable
Incapable Part One
Marie Skye
Re-Release May 25th, 2016
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.
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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