by Marie Skye
Releasing
February 19th 2016
Self-Published
Self-Published
Dual POV, yeah. . . or maybe what? I got me a good story but at times I was confused on who's POV I was getting. I went along for the ride and had a good time. I got me a very strong, independent, capable young woman. That I must say knew who and what she was and was not willing to let anyone take that away from her. She was determined to make her own way in the world and do it on her own terms.
That was all well and good until . . . Grayson. WTF. This was not what her life needed. Or was it?
Grayson sexy hot wealthy man on the hunt. That was my description. He saw. He wanted. He obtained. You what they say. What he wants. He Gets. There may have been challenge. But ultimately, he got what he was seeking.
Demons are behind these pretty faces. When they say everyone has a past. That was so true. Life never deals each person the same hand but the cards can hold a lot of unwanted, undesired, undeserved suits.
Here Maire Skye builds your anticipation slowly in the beginning and as things progress the intensity begins to heighten. There was a full run of suspense as to what, when, how that lead to the suspenseful ending of this first part. You want more. You want to know where things lead.
**This ARC was provided
via Tasty Book Tours in exchange for an honest review.**
Blurb
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.
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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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Author Info
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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