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
“I don’t give a shit about your favorite food,” he said softly. “I only care about eating you. When we land, I’m going to eat your pussy until you tap out; then I’m going to keep going till you pass out.” He let me go, absently saying, “Let’s see where else you taste like lemons.”
My eyes shot up, meeting his.
Lemons?
Had he been thinking about me that night?
Another shout from the cockpit, and this time the captain yelled he would be making an emergency landing.
“Looks like we’ll be landing soon, Snitch.”
We weren’t more than a few feet past Grayson’s towering guards when he yanked my wrist, spinning me around until I faced the wall. I barely planted my hands on the wall in time to keep my cheek from slamming into it.
In the time it had taken us to land, the sun had risen high in the sky, and hazy midafternoon sun set his hallway aglow.
“What are you doing?” I asked, eyeing the guards.
His palms gripped my waist, spanning down to my ass. “I think I made that clear earlier.”
I looked over my shoulder, trying to see him. He couldn’t be serious. Not here.
“Don’t fucking look at me,” he said, and I stared at the backs of his guards. Forced to only feel. Feel as his soft, forceful touch drifted below my knees, to the hem of my skirt.
“What’s your safe word?” he demanded.
“W-What about your bedroom?” I asked.
He hiked my skirt up even higher. “Can’t wait.”
“But…”
“Hold this.” He handed me the bunched fabric of my white skirt, and I did, catching a glimpse over my shoulder of him on his knees, face to my ass.
“Spread your legs,” he said, voice rocky.
I swallowed a lump of nerves, spreading my legs. He palmed my ass over my panties, gripped it, and my head fell forward as waves of pleasure made me weak.
“I own this wing,” he said. “Someday I’ll own Crowne Hall and the town it’s in. The only people in this wing are my guards, but it wouldn’t matter if the entire town was here, because I own you, Story Hale. What’s your fucking safe word?”
“Mr. Crowne,” I said.
His grip lingered on the hem of my panties. “Are you using it?”
I hesitated but shook my head. “No.”
He ripped my panties down, my ass bare in his hallway, and then his lips were on me, hot and sure and igniting a need I wasn’t sure could be quenched.
I held on to the wall for dear life.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You taste so fucking good.”
Teeth. Tongue.