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Book details Author: E L James Pages: pages Publisher: Vintage Language: English ISBN ISBN Polish Fifty Shades of Grey as Told by Christian: 4 [PDF] Caution! Mythology: Timeless Tales of Gods and Heroes, 75th. CHRISTIAN GREY exercises control in all things; his world is neat, . Her profile is delicate—an upturned nose, soft, full lips—and in her words she has I told you, I don't sleep with anyone, except you when you're stupefied with drink. Read Grey: Fifty Shades of Grey as Told by Christian (Fifty Shades 4) Online, Free Novels Online, Read Book Online, Listen Novels Online.

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Skip to main content. Log In Sign Up. Viktoria Vasileva. He tries to forget her, but instead is swept up in a storm of emotion he cannot comprehend and cannot resist. Will being with Ana dispel the horrors of his childhood that haunt Christian every night? Or will his dark sexual desires, his compulsion to control, and the self-loathing that fills his soul drive this girl away and destroy the fragile hope she offers him? E L James Grey After twenty-five years working in TV, E L James decided to pursue her childhood dream, and set out to write stories that readers would fall in love with. The result was the sensuous romance Fifty Shades of Grey and its two sequels, Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed, a trilogy that went on to sell more than million copies worldwide in 52 languages. She continues to write novels while acting as producer on the upcoming movie versions of Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed. You rock my world every day. Anne Messitte for her guidance, good humor, and belief in me. For her generosity with her time and for her unstinting effort to untangle my prose, I am forever indebted. Tony Chirico and Russell Perreault for always looking out for me, and the fabulous production editorial and design team who saw this book across the finish line:

I clutch the table for something to anchor me to the now as I let this alarming information register. Did I remind her of her safe words? The e-mail that she sent me the first time I spanked her comes to mind. I should have reminded her. She knows she has safe words. I remember telling her more than once. And I want to reiterate we have safe words, okay? She hesitates. Or I will fuck it with you on your knees.

Do you understand? What kind of relationship is that? My spirits sink. I should never have chased her. The waiter arrives with the wine as we stare with incredulity at each other.

Maybe I should have done a better job of explaining it to her. Eliminate the negative. The irritating prick takes too much time opening the bottle.

Is he trying to entertain us? Or is it just Ana he wants to impress? He finally pops the cork and pours a taste for me. I take a quick sip. He fills our glasses and leaves. Each trying to discern what the other is thinking. When she opens them, I see her despair. Is she done with me? Is there no hope? Oh, thank God. I thought it was over.

I feel like the sun has set and not risen for five days, Ana. It made me relax. Her open and honest compassion is written all over her lovely face as she reaches for her wine. This is my chance. Ask her, Grey. I need to know. Can she?

I want to stop thinking about that right now, and with impeccable timing, the waiter returns with our meal. The woman needs feeding. She examines the contents of her plate with distaste. And it will have nothing to do with my sexual gratification. Stow your twitching palm, please. She picks up her cutlery with stubborn reluctance but she takes one bite, closes her eyes, and licks her lips in satisfaction. The sight of her tongue is enough to provoke a response from my body—already in a heightened state from our kiss in the alley.

Hell, not again! I stop my response in its tracks. Slicing into my steak, I take a bite. We continue to eat, watching each other but saying nothing. This is good.

Her reaction to the kiss in the alley was…visceral. She still wants me. She interrupts my reverie. Listening to this singer reminds me that I have the iPad for Ana. I hope that she lets me give it to her, and that she likes it. In addition to the music I uploaded yesterday, I spent some time this morning adding more features—photographs of the glider on my desk and of the two of us at her graduation ceremony and a few apps, too.

I shake my head. Have I eaten enough for Sir? As if on cue, my phone vibrates in my jacket pocket, signaling a message. I glance at my watch. The thought of deferring my desire displeases me. Ana reminds me that I need to be up for work, too. Besides, this way I have you in the car all to myself—for a few hours, at least.

What can we do but talk? I shift uncomfortably in my chair. Stage three of the campaign has not gone as smoothly as I anticipated. But I can turn this around and close the deal in the car.

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Summoning the waiter, I ask for the check, then call Taylor. He answers on the second ring. Tell her. Tell her, now, Grey. The waiter returns and I give him my card, but I keep my attention on Ana. My heart rate accelerates. I hope she goes for this…or I really will be lost.

The waiter hands me the credit card slip to sign. I enter an obscene tip and sign my name with a flourish. The waiter seems excessively grateful. My phone buzzes and I scan the text. The waiter gives me my card back and disappears.

Her breathing accelerates. Oh, that sound. I glance at her face. Her lips are parted, cheeks pink and eyes wide. The sight fills me with hope and desire. I stifle my impulses and lead her through the restaurant and outside, where Taylor is waiting at the curb in the Q7.

I have an idea. Taylor gets out to open the door for me. Do you have your iPod and headphones? Use them on the way home. As ever, he surprises me. Taking a deep breath, I climb into the car. He regards me for a second in the mirror and pulls out into the light evening traffic. Anastasia is watching me when I turn to face her.

I call him again, then lean over and tap his shoulder. He removes an earbud. Here goes. How to begin? Do you want a regular vanilla relationship, with no kinky fuckery at all? Oh, baby, so do I. Step one…okay. Keep cool, Grey. She knows me. She has seen the monster. I ignore her first comment and concentrate on her second point.

How can I protect myself from that? And suppose she does something stupid that puts herself at risk? Okay, million-dollar question. She shifts in her seat, and a silent, sweet joy unfurls deep in my gut. Oh, baby, I love it when you squirm. I cross my legs. So we may be able to structure a relationship around this. Deep breath, Grey, give her the terms.

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Do the vanilla thing and then maybe, once you trust me more— and I trust you to be honest and to communicate with me—we could move on and do some of the things that I like to do. My heart rate escalates; blood thrums through my body, pounding past my eardrums as I wait for her reaction.

My well-being hangs in the balance. And she says…nothing! She stares at me as we pass under a streetlight and I see her clearly.

Her eyes still impossibly large in her beautiful, thinner, sadder face. I close my eyes. These last few days have been hell. I see your pain. You are exquisite, honest, warm, strong, witty, beguilingly innocent; the list is endless.

I am in awe of you. I want you, and the thought of anyone else having you is like a knife twisting in my dark soul. Flowery, Grey! Real flowery. Last Saturday was such a shock to my system.

It was my wake-up call. Then, after I left, it dawned on me that the physical pain you inflicted was not as bad as the pain of losing you.

It swings from north to south and back again in a nanosecond. She said it again; the three potent words I cannot bear. And touching. But before I can respond, before the darkness takes hold, she unfastens her seatbelt and crawls across the seat and into my lap, ambushing me. She places her hands on either side of my head, staring into my eyes, and I stop breathing.

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Where do I sign? Anxiety turns to joy. It expands in my chest, lighting me up from head to toe, spreading warmth in its wake. I get her back. She snuggles into my arms, her head on my shoulder, and we listen to the Rachmaninov.

I go over her words. She loves me. I can live with this. I must. I need to protect her and her vulnerable heart. Except the touching. I have to make her understand—manage her expectations. Gently I stroke her back. I wish I understood why. Shall I tell her? Why would she want to know this shit? My shit? Maybe I can hint at it, give her a clue. Not the burn. The smell. Like old and nasty.

Like trash. Like drains. He drinks brown licker. From a bottle. He always shouts. His hand hits me across my face. And again. I fight him. But he laughs. And takes a puff. The end of the cigarette shines bright red and orange. The pain. I howl. He has two teeth gone. I shudder as my memories and nightmares float together like smoke from his discarded cigarette, fogging my brain, dragging me back to a time of fear and impotence. I tell Ana I remember it all and she tightens her hold on me.

Her cheek on my neck. Her soft, warm skin against mine, bringing me back to the now. Your mother? She was neglectful. When she finally killed herself, it took four days for someone to raise the alarm and find us. I remember that. Anastasia gasps. My sweet, compassionate Ana. I tighten my hold on her and kiss her hair as she nestles in my arms. Baby, it was a long time ago.

My exhaustion catches up with me. Several sleepless nights plagued with nightmares have taken their toll.

I want to stop thinking. I never had nightmares when she was sleeping at my side. Leaning back, I close my eyes, saying nothing, because I have nothing more to say. Like me. I hold her, enjoying her weight on me, honored that she can sleep on me. Now all I have to do is keep her, which will be challenging enough.

My first vanilla relationship—who would have thought? I dare a quick peek at Elena as her scarlet lips curl into a smile and she crosses her arms, flogger in hand. You may speak. I have a place at Harvard. Her eyes flash. I see. She walks around me as I stand naked in her basement. That, and the smell of her expensive perfume. My body begins to respond. She laughs. And I try, really try, to bring my body to heel. Though perhaps you should be rewarded for good behavior, she purrs.

And she hits me again, across my chest this time, but soft, more playful. The flogger flies again, stinging my ass, and my legs quiver in response. Hold still, she warns. And I stand straight, waiting for the next blow. My eyes spring open and I glance at her in alarm.

Eyes down, she commands. And I stare at my feet as panic overwhelms me. She grabs my face, her nails biting into my skin. You will. Her ice-blue eyes burn into mine, scarlet lips twisted in a snarl. She laughs and pushes me away and raises her hand. But the blow never comes. When I open my eyes, Ana stands before me. She caresses my cheek and smiles. I love you, she says. And for a moment I feel giddy. A stupid grin splits my face and I shake my head.

Have I ever felt like this? There are so many possibilities. I kiss her hair and rest my chin on her head.

I gaze down at my sleeping beauty. Her lips are gently parted, her dark lashes fanned out, shadowing her face. And I remember watching her sleep at The Heathman, that first time. She looked so peaceful then; she looks peaceful now. Her eyelashes flutter and she opens her eyes. I want to laugh out loud.

She squirms in my lap. I still her with my hands. Tell me what she needs. I want her to be confident enough to express her desires. All of them. I lift her off my lap when Taylor pulls up at the curb beside her apartment. I climb out of the car, walk to her door, and open it for her. She looks sleepy and adorable as she struggles out of the car.

Will she accept my gift? This is the final stage of my campaign to win her back. Opening the trunk, I grab the gift box that contains her Mac, her phone, and an iPad. She looks from the box to me with suspicion. We both need to sleep. I must chase Welch for his report on Hyde.

Leaning down, I cup her chin in my fingers. I want to kiss her hard, but I hold back and trace soft kisses from her temple to her mouth. She moans and the sweet sound travels straight to my cock. Oh, baby. Not now. My body ignores my noble gesture and stiffens in anticipation.

I shake my head, amazed as ever by my lust for Ana. Go to bed, Ana, I will her. As if she hears me, she closes the door, and Taylor starts the car to head home to Escala. I lean back in my seat. What a difference a day makes. I grin. I imagine her in her apartment, opening the box. Will she be pissed? Or will she be delighted? She never took kindly to gifts. Was it a step too far?

Once inside, I check my phone to see if she has anything to say about the gifts. I love the iPad. I love the songs. I love the British Library app. I love you. Good night. Ana xx I grin at the screen. Happy tears, great! She loves it. No one can love a monster, no matter how compassionate they are. Quickly, I type a response to her e-mail. I bought one for myself. Now, if I were there, I would kiss away your tears. I want her well rested for tomorrow. From: Anastasia Steele Subject: Mr. I know something that could ease that.

Ana xx P. Flynn know? And there it is. The Anastasia Steele wit. I have missed it. I sit down on the edge of the bed and compose my reply. Usually consensually and in a sexual context…but I am more than happy to make an exception. Flynn also enjoys my sense of humor. Incidentally—you will beg, trust me. And I look forward to it.

I watch my phone, waiting for her reply. And, sure enough, her response appears. From: Anastasia Steele Subject: Good Night, Sweet Dreams Date: June 10 To: Christian Grey Well, since you ask so nicely, and I like your delicious threat, I shall curl up with the iPad that you have so kindly given me and fall asleep browsing in the British Library, listening to the music that says it for you.

A xxx She likes my threat? Then I remember her squirming in the car while we talked of spanking. I get up and wander into my closet to take off my jacket while I think of something to say. She wants a softer approach; surely I can think of something. And then it comes to me. Dream of me. I want to be the only one in her head. Not that photographer. Not her boss. Just me. I change quickly into PJ bottoms and brush my teeth. She must be asleep. Anastasia has been so diverting, beautiful, funny… me for the first time since she left me.

My first thought is of Ana. How is she this morning? Has she changed her mind? I wonder what her morning routine is? And I get to see her this evening. I bound out of bed and into my sweats.

My run will take me on my usual route to check on her building. Too sappy, Grey. Keep running. Whatever we do, it will be up to Ana. I run up Wall Street, back home to begin my day. Even to my own ears I sound unusually hearty. Her chin drops, but she says nothing. Ah, speechless Mrs. This is novel. I missed you last night. In the car, on the way to the office, I get a response.

I have not had breakfast for several days, so it is a step forward. Now leave me alone—I am trying to work. A man alone, stranded on a deserted island. Is she trying to tell me something? And she loves me. So I shift my focus to what irritates me most about her e-mail. Taylor pulls up at the curb in front of Grey House.

Until later, Taylor. Life is never boring with Ana. I lean back in my chair with my hands behind my head, trying to understand my effervescent mood.

When have I ever felt this cheerful?

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She has the power to give me hope, and the power to make me despair. I know which I prefer. Andrea enters, carrying my coffee. Grey, may I have a word? HR is sending someone from another department. Her name is Montana Brooks. Grey, you do. I know. Leave that. Her name is Sarah Hunter. Get me Welch on the line. Is it that obvious? You and a young woman at a photo exhibition. Ros nods. Democratizing technology is one of my passions—making it cheap, functional, and available in the poorest nations to help bring these countries out of poverty.

Fred, the VP of our telecom division, is making a pitch to incorporate the solar cells into the rear casing of each device. Seven heads turn my way in unison. I turn to my VP of procurement. How are you dealing with it? Will their authors care? We can hash out remaining details then. How is her day going? Has she rolled her eyes at anyone today? What are her work colleagues like?

Her boss? I need to know more about him, especially if Ana is working for him. Welch has nothing new to report on her whereabouts. All emails are checked by the HR function. You know it. I know it. At last! My guardian angel. Ever present but not intrusive. Grey, get a grip. How are you? What are you doing?

The thought makes me smile as I recall her fumbling with the tape recorder when she came to interview me. Ah, sweet, innocent Ana. Not gay. An unfamiliar warmth seeps into my bones.

It makes me uneasy. Really uneasy. Ignoring it, I quickly type a response. I am sure I could put them to better use. In fact, I can think of a number of options… Fuck. Not now, Grey. She shares a look with Marco. I am doing the usual humdrum mergers and acquisitions. Your e-mails at SIP are monitored. Patience, Grey. Sam never misses a PR opportunity.

And the color reminds me of Elena. Hiding my disgust, and ignoring the new girl, I head into my office. I check my e-mail once more. I check my phone for texts. Taylor left this for you. Oh, I fully intend to. Shut the door behind you. What was that about? I pick up the envelope from the console.

I grin like the Cheshire Cat. The rich seam of humor that I could mine from this is endless. I look forward to seeing you there, Mr.

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Interesting to have the story from Christian's POV - definately a different prespective than Ana's story. I was expecting Christian to be a little more confident than how he was protrayed; however, the more I thought about it further, I realized that his POV is consistent with how he was developed with Fifty Shades books. That is the enigma of Christian - what he struggles with internally is a contradiction to what he shows on the surface. It was a good read; If you liked Fifty Shades you will enjoy this take of the story.

I don't usually write book reviews but the press was so savage on this book that I decided to take the time. While this book is not a work of art in writing style by any means, and really doesn't bring any new elements to the story we already lived in Ana's head, I thoroughly enjoyed it. It is disturbing at times to be in this man's head but it's also funny yes funny! If Darker and Freed were available right now, I would shell out my money and read on I could not put it down until I read cover to cover.

It is a total rip off. The author and publisher should be ashamed of themselves. Better still, they should be imprisoned on a deserted island with nothing to read but this repetitive slop. How to write a great review Do Say what you liked best and least Describe the author's style Explain the rating you gave Don't Use rude and profane language Include any personal information Mention spoilers or the book's price Recap the plot.

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