Chapters (66)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Keep Reading
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sneak Peek
- Find Me
- Books by Mary Catherine Gebhard
- Acknowledgments
She hadn’t even set down the pen before I grasped her wrist, spinning her to me.
“Now it’s inked in pen.” My voice didn’t sound like mine, warbled and raw. “You’re my girl, Story. I can do whatever the fuck I want to you.”
Her breath was rocky, her breast straining against the white cotton she wore.
I didn’t have long until I had to be outside for the trip, but fuck if I’m not going to touch her now. I might not be able to taste her lips, but I can taste every other fucking inch. And I will.
I reached behind her, caging her with my arms, pressing her back against the table, and swiping the contract off it in one motion.
She swallowed. “Now?”
“Now.”
“But—”
“Starting today, I own you, Story Hale. What’s your safe word?”
STORY
“What’s your safe word?” he asked, eyes dark.
I paused, then said, “Mr. Crowne.” A wrinkle formed between his golden brows, and he leaned back a fraction.
I chose the one word that wouldn’t only stop him, but myself. Put distance between us and remind me who I really was in this equation: just his servant, his nothing.
“Come, Snitch.”
His eyes burned, waiting for me to do as he said. My heart hammered. The ink was barely dry on the pages. I don’t know if I was ready for this. Somehow I felt like I was more of a virgin than Grayson. Nervous, skittish. He’d warned me when all of this began that the things he’d seen and done would wreck me.
I should’ve believed him then.
When I didn’t do anything for a minute, he arched a brow.
Do whatever he says.
I could use my safe word, but a twisted part of me liked doing what he told me to do. Liked the rush and the way his eyes hardened. It felt like power, power over one of the most powerful people in the world.
I’d barely taken a step to him when he ripped me to him by the small of my waist. His other hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head to the side.
“Fuck,” he said, lips at my neck. “Which part do I eat first.”
Delicious tingles spread along my skin at his words. His nose ran along my neck, goose bumps following in his wake. His hands slid from my hair, to my waist, and along my body, feeling every inch of me, like he couldn’t do it fast enough, before tangling back in my curls.
Deliriously, I found the zipper of my dress, but his hand overtook mine. Stopping me.
“I’m going to ruin your white dress, Snitch. Ruin you. Until you’re all fucked up from me.”