Infinitely Mine (Incapable Part Three)

by Skye,Marie

“Flying is nothing to be nervous about; in fact it’s the safest way to travel. Let me know if you need anything.” She patted my shoulder as she walked by. If only I was nervous about flying. That was the least of my worries. I picked up my vodka and downed it in two gulps. I grimaced at the aftertaste. Definitely should’ve ordered tequila.

  Landing was easy, and since I didn’t have much with me, I didn’t need to wait for baggage. What I didn’t plan on was the traffic. I wouldn’t have time to book a hotel, get changed, and make Abby’s recital on time. I decided I would have no choice but to show up with luggage in hand. Tacky.

  I sighed as I hailed a taxi, and tried to enjoy the ride…but I couldn’t. I was already cutting it close, and thought maybe that was a good thing. I could sneak in, leave my gift, and leave early the next morning. No one would even know I was there, aside from the gift for Abby and Noah. I walked into the school and it was almost filled. I quietly made my way to a small section in the corner toward the back. I wasn’t sure where Grayson and his family were sitting.

  I opened my program and perused through everyone that was performing. I got to Abby’s and giggled at her miniature bio.

  Abigail Marit Meyers

  Favorite color: Purple not pink

  Favorite food: Spaghetti tacos

  People she adores: Uncle Grayson and Aunt Emme, because they let me stay up past my bedtime. Don’t tell my parents.

  I silently laughed. Then I was interrupted by a deep voice behind me.

  “Emmalin.”

  I froze, and my heart started to pound as I slowly looked up. Grayson’s father stood next to me with a slight frown on his face. Crap.

  “This event is for friends and family only.”

  I nodded. Even though I had been invited, it was clear I wasn’t welcome. I slowly stood up, grabbing my things. “I’m sorry, I’ll go,” I whispered, trying to move past him. His hand reached my shoulder.

  “This section is for friends. You’re in the wrong section. You’re family.” He gave me a warm smile, and I felt tears swimming in my eyes. “It’s good to see you. May I?”

  Before I could respond, his arms were around me, engulfing me in a hug; the weird thing was, I felt myself relax instantly. He leaned back and looked at me. “Let’s get you where you belong.” I nodded as he placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me. “We can set your luggage here for now.”

  As we started walking to our seats at the front, the lights started to flicker, indicating everyone needed to be in their seats. “We’re just in time,” he whispered to me.

  The seat next to Grayson was taken. He was studying his program with a determined look on his face, as if he was deep in thought. As if sensing me, he all of a sudden looked my way as I sat down. His eyes widened upon seeing me, and I gave him a small smile. Meredith, who was sitting next to him, looked my way and gasped as she nudged him. I missed him. God, how I missed him. Before he could get up, the lights dimmed, and my gaze focused on the stage. It was the cutest 45-minute ballet recital of Swan Lake I could imagine.

  We all applauded with a standing ovation as the lights came back on. Abby was on stage beaming, and I smiled as Noah held up a bouquet of flowers. Abby’s eyes locked with mine and her eyes lit up. She began waving frantically, and as the crowd started to thicken, I took that moment to step aside.

  I had just reached the end of the aisle when a strong arm circled my waist. “You came.” Grayson laid a kiss on top of my head. “I hope you’re not leaving, or thinking about it.”

  He always saw right through me. “It crossed my mind.”

  He pulled me to him. “Not happening.”

  “Aunt Emme! Did you see my dance?”

  I smiled, nodding. “You were beautiful, Abby.” I looked at Noah. “I still love that cape, Noah.” He smiled wide as he hid behind Meredith. “I brought you both a gift.”

  I handed them each a bag, and Noah immediately started taking the paper out. “What do we say?” Meredith admonished.

  “Thank you!” they both said in unison.

  “Is my gift more special because I danced?”

  “They’re both equally special, Abby,” I assured her.

  “Open them when we get home you two.” Meredith took both of the bags from them.

  Meredith looked at me and smiled. “Thank you for coming. They missed you—we all missed you. Can you join us for dinner? We’re doing a barbecue.”

  “Um…” I hadn’t planned on a big social hangout.

  “Maybe brunch instead, Meredith,” Grayson interjected. Meredith gave him a knowing look before nodding, and she smiled as she leaned in for a hug. I watched them walk off with Abby and Noah skipping along.

  Grayson turned me toward him. “I’m glad you’re here, really glad.” A moment later he frowned. “Is that your luggage?”

  I looked behind me. “Yeah. I was running behind and didn’t have a chance to book a hotel yet.” I took out my phone to find the nearest hotel, but Grayson took it out of my hand. “Are you going to break that one too?”

  He smirked. “Does it matter? You would have a new one within the hour anyway.” I couldn’t argue with that, since he was right. “You’re staying with me.” He grabbed my hand and my luggage as we started to make our way out the door, toward his car.

  “I thought you were staying with your family. I didn’t want to impose.”

  He stopped suddenly and turned around, then pinned me against the car. His lips sealed against mine. “Did you forget what you were saying yet? Because we both know I have other ways to make you forget.” I gasped as he grinded into me.

  “I don’t think I’ve completely forgotten,” I whispered.

  He lifted me up, placing me on the hood of the car, not caring one bit that we were in a packed parking lot. “I’ll do things to you that people only dream about. Dare me.”

  “Are you playing truth or dare, Uncle Gray?”

  We both turned to see Noah standing not too far away, staring at us, and we both busted out laughing. “Something like that, kiddo. We’ll see you later.”

  Grayson opened the car door, making sure I got in. With his hands laced with mine, we rode in silence.

  “Truth or dare?”

  I turned to him. “What?”

  He lifted my hand to kiss it. “Truth or dare? Surely you’ve played it.”

  I silently laughed as I looked out the window, then noticed our surroundings as the car slowed down in front of a hotel. It wasn’t just any hotel; it was the Mandrake Suites and Resort, the newly built project I had been part of.

  “It’s finished.” I looked up in awe. “What are we doing here?”

  He studied me closely before smiling. “Your weekends are with me. We may be having brunch with my family, but I’m not sharing you any more than I have to.”

  A valet came around to open both of our doors, and his eyes gleamed at seeing Grayson’s car.

  “Mr. Mandrake. Welcome back.”

  Grayson nodded, handing over his keys. As we walked in, I couldn’t help but stare at everything around me. “Mr. Mandrake, everything has been running immensely well.”

  Grayson shook hands with a man with a heavy accent before turning to me. “This is Emmalin. She has unlimited access to anything she pleases.”

  “Of course, Mr. Mandrake.”

  As we walked toward the elevator, Grayson started talking. “That’s Claude, the hotel manager. I started to walk toward the elevator, but Grayson guided me in another direction. “My elevator is over here.”

  I shook my head. “Of course you have your own.”

  As soon as the doors opened, Grayson moved me against the wall and his hand went to the nape of my neck. The intensity in his eyes told me he wanted to claim. He wanted to fuck. And he wanted to ask questions later. I shivered, knowing he was holding back. Grayson never held back, but I knew he was trying something new with us. He wanted us to be equals, but did I want that? Could I respond to that? More importantly, could he handle gi
ving up his control?

  He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small keycard that allowed the elevator to go up another floor above the penthouse suites. I looked at him questioningly.

  “I didn’t think the customers should hear you scream, should you choose to do so, and you will. I found it best to be separate, with soundproof walls.”

  I felt my heart starting to beat faster. I was nervous. I was anxious, and oh God, how I wanted him to attack me the moment those doors opened.

  I was momentarily distracted when the elevator stopped and I stepped inside the suite. “Oh.” I stepped farther into the magnificently sized room. “This is incredible.” The space was beyond huge, and decorated so beautifully. The half of the space that faced the ocean was made out of glass windows from top to bottom. Anyone could see in—though only if they were up that high, of course.

  “This is breathtaking.” I looked over my shoulder at him.

  He stood back, watching me gaze out over the view. “That view doesn’t compare to you.”

  I blushed at his words and stepped back from the window, taking in more of my surroundings. Grayson stood back, watching me. I almost felt like a kid in a candy store.

  “You didn’t answer my question.” I heard him shout out.

  I returned from gawking at the whirlpool tub that could hold twenty. “What question?”

  He raised an eyebrow as he casually, slowly walked toward me. I knew he hated repeating himself, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember him asking me a question.

  “Truth, or dare?”

  I tried not to laugh. “You were serious about that?”

  He studied me, not moving. Crap. Apparently he was. I threw my hands up. “Okay fine. Truth.”

  He took another step toward me, hands in his pockets as he looked me up and down. “Tell me something I don’t know.” His voice was deep and demanding.

  I swallowed nervously and took a deep breath, at what I was about to say. “I don’t want to take it slow right now.” I paused. “Or ever.”

  “What does that mean?”

  I nervously pushed my hair behind my ear. “I like when you take control of me.” He was now standing so close, our clothes were touching.

  “Why is that?”

  My breathing had picked up. “Because you make me come harder than I’ve ever come before. I need the control.” I paused, considering what I was about to say. “I always need the control, in everything. I like it. I need it.”

  He walked me up against the glass window that looked out over the ocean. “What do you want Emmalin?”

  My hands had started to become sweaty against the glass. “You,” I whispered.

  I gasped as his erection dug into my lower stomach.

  “Then dare me.”

  His tone was threatening. As always, Grayson didn’t ask, and right then he was telling me to dare him. I took a deep breath. “I dare you to always command me.”

  He let out a low growl as his lips crashed against mine. Suddenly he pulled me away from the window and we stood in the middle of the room.

  “Strip.”

  So much power in that one single word. I shakily reached for the buttons of my dress, undoing each one, keeping my eyes on him. I let the dress pool to the floor before kicking it out of the way. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, letting the straps fall down my arms. I could hear his breathing pick up. I reached the waistband of my lace panties and hesitated before meeting his eyes again; they darkened as he raised an eyebrow. I took a deep breath, slowly pulled them down, and kicked them to the side. I refrained from covering myself. I could feel my hand yearning to conceal my skin, but I wouldn’t let myself.

  Grayson stepped forward and started to slowly circle around me.

  “It’s been a long time.” His voice was rough as he spoke. “Too long.” I shivered as he trailed a single finger up my spine. “I'm going to strip your soul bare. I'm going to lick you, bite you, and bruise you until my marks are all over you. I want you to see my marks for days. Tell me why.”

  I swallowed nervously. “Because…”

  “Louder!”

  I jumped at his voice. “Because I’m yours.”

  “Because you’re fucking mine, that’s why.”

  He circled me again, until he was standing in front of me. “I’ll own you, humiliate and violate you, until you're a quivering mess and coming so hard, and when you think you can’t take it anymore, I’m going to start all over again. Isn’t that right? Say yes.”

  Without any hesitation, I answered, “Yes.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Grayson

  “Let’s begin.”

  I gripped her hair tightly. Her lips parted slightly, and I ran my thumb across her lip before dipping it inside her mouth. Like the good vixen she was, she sucked with so much skill, my dick instantly grew jealous.

  “Before this night is over, those lips will be wrapped around my cock.”

  She smiled as she nodded, and I withdrew my thumb. I tucked her hair behind her ear.

  I trailed my fingers down her body, lightly grazing over her taut nipples, and reached her pussy. She gasped as I lightly circled her clit then dipped my finger in her entrance, dragging her wetness to her clit. Fuck she was wet, and exquisitely tight. I smiled at the way she clamped down on my finger, and she began to rock her hips.

  “Whose pussy is this?”

  “Yours,” she answered breathlessly.

  “Has it always been mine?”

  She froze as she stared up at me. My eyes penetrated hers, awaiting her answer. I didn’t have the right to ask, and sure as hell didn’t have the right to get jealous if her answer was no, but I was a selfish, selfish man—and fucking jealous.

  “It’s always been yours,” she finally answered. I saw the sincerity in her gaze.

  “Thank you, and…I’ve always been yours,” I whispered back.

  Her eyes flickered, and she started to bow her head, no doubt remembering all the ways I had intentionally hurt her over the past months. I placed my hand under her chin. “We’re starting fresh, okay? My love for you never wavered. Not once.” I took a deep breath.

  “Up against the window.”

  She exhaled sharply before following my gaze to the window. Sure we were high up, but there were other buildings not too far away. However, the windows were tinted, and the chances of them seeing anything were zero—but she didn’t need to know that.

  “Does it excite you knowing anyone could see you?” I placed her hands up against the glass. “Does it excite you knowing anyone can see your tits, and this pussy? My pussy, that’s dripping wet.” She moaned as I teased her nipples. “It makes you wet, doesn’t it?” I took my clothes off behind her. “No matter what, do not take your hands off of this glass, understand?” I propped her leg up on the windowsill, and she turned around with wide eyes. “Eyes forward!” Having one leg propped up caused her to be completely open. I slid my cock against her slit before sliding in, and she leaned her head back. “Fuck that’s good! No one will ever know how good this pussy feels but me.” I groaned at the tightness. It had been too fucking long, and even though she was wet, she still needed to take more of me, but I didn’t want to hurt her. I slowly eased out and picked her up, wrapping her legs around me as I carried her to the bedroom. “I’m going to take care of you baby. Your body’s too tense. It forgot I belonged there, so I need to remind it, relax it a little.” I laid her down gently and spread her legs as I kissed and nibbled up her inner thigh.

  “Grab on to the headboard, and don’t let go,” I instructed her. I didn’t wait for her to do it before I began sucking on her clit. Her hips lifted off the bed and I pinned her down as I feasted. She was doing so fucking good too, squirming as I sucked up all of her juices. I fucking had her when I started massaging that G spot. I peeked up, and she still held on to the headboard. She was squeezing my fingers so tight, my cock was fucking jealous.

  “No more!” She panted.


  I licked her clit and she jumped. “One more.” Of course I was lying. One more always turned into one more after that. I needed to make sure she would be taking all of me, but then, when I decided that one more would in fact be one more, it happened—the holy fucking grail of orgasms happened. I was contemplating using a fourth finger as I sucked on her clit, when all of a sudden Emmalin arched her back, let out a scream, and a gush of liquid came at me.

  I stared at her pussy in fucking astonishment.

  “Holy shit!”

  She was still panting as she opened her eyes. “What?”

  I looked up at her and smiled. It was dripping off my chest. I gave her clit one last lick. Yep, she was ready. “I believe you just squirted.”

  She stared at me in absolute horror. “I what?”

  “You squirted.” Before she could say anything else, I was already on her, thrusting in. “Yeah, fits just fine now.” It wasn’t long before I was chasing my own orgasm.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Emmalin

  “You look mighty relaxed.”

  I smiled, not even trying to move from my cocoon of post-coital bliss. “That’s because I feel relaxed. I feel like I just spent a week at a spa.”

  “That’s because six orgasms will do that—or was it seven? I lost count.” I shut my eyes, because I didn’t have the strength to lift up my arm and smack him with it. “But that fifth one…”

  “Oh God.” I threw my arm over my head and rolled over. I felt Grayson standing up in bed and jumping up and down like a kid. “Baby, I am the king! Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get you to do that?” I covered my face, completely embarrassed, and Grayson danced around like he had struck gold. “I feel like I should have a trumpet. I wonder if I brought that cape.” I peeked at him with one eye—he was actually looking around the room.

  He glanced down at me with a cheesy ass grin on his face. “You’re embarrassed.”

  I buried myself deeper into the comforter. He jumped off the bed and got under the comforter from the other end, crawling up the bed until our bodies were flush against each other. I tried turning away from him, but he easily pinned me down.