Part 7 (1/2)

Each day when she leaves the school, she takes the same route home. In the country, many of the houses are spread out and hers is one of them. She takes a shortcut, but the road she uses is all farmland and not paved. It's just loose gravel that cracks under my boots as I eat up the distance to her.

The summer just started and today was her last day until the next school year begins. I knew she'd be working late, and I used it to my advantage. I've waited long enough for this day, and she's going to make it up to me with her p.u.s.s.y, her mouth, her a.s.s, and her complete submission. I've been hanging on to a thin rope with her, and I can feel myself cracking. I need to touch her, bury myself inside her, and cool some of the raging desire she causes.

She did this to me. Never in my whole life have I felt this need for someone. She woke this beast inside me, and she's going to take him. Only she will do. Since the day I first saw her, the thought of another woman only p.i.s.ses me off. She worked her way into my system, and now she's going to stay and give me what I need. What we both need. She's going to wrap her sweet mouth around me, and milk all this l.u.s.t from my body. I'm going to fill up every one of her holes until she's dripping with my c.u.m, then maybe I can calm down.

When I reach her car door, I give two hard knocks to her window, forcing her to roll it down. Her big sea-green eyes look up at me, her bottom lip pouting, and it drives me crazy. Her whole look says ”innocent,” and I can't wait to turn her into my little s.l.u.t. The things she's going to do to me, for me and no one will ever know. It will be a piece of her that only I possess.

”Sir?” The single word seems to stroke my whole body.

”Ma'am, I'm going to need you to step out of the car.” Without waiting for a response, I reach my hand in through the window to open it from the inside, making the lock pop up and the door open. Tentatively she unhooks her seatbelt and steps out of the car. She's hesitant, but complies. Her sweet vanilla smell fills my lungs as she exits the vehicle, and it's all I can do not to lean in. I don't give her much room, so she has to sidestep me and slide further down the side of her car so I can slam the door shut.

The blue and red lights from my cruiser light up the dark warm summer night, giving me a good view of her. She's wearing a pink sundress that makes her milky skin look like silk. I wonder if my c.u.m would show on her skin, or if it would just blend in like it belonged there. She's all woman, soft and curvy with generous b.r.e.a.s.t.s that I want to taste, and round hips I'm dying to feel against me. Her midnight-black hair is down in big waves that make me want to grip it in my fist. I want to use it to pull her toward me and claim her mouth.

I love and hate that f.u.c.king dress on her. I love that I can slide my hand between her legs and her p.u.s.s.y will be right there for me, but I hate that someone else might have the same thought. I don't like that her p.u.s.s.y is so easy to get to. Just a rip of her panties and you could be deep inside her warm c.u.n.t, and no one besides me will be doing that.

”Sir,” she starts again, ”I'm not sure what I did that made you pull me over, but whatever the reason I apologize. What is it I did exactly?”

”Nothing,” I say, watching the confusion wash over her face. ”Turn around, hands on the vehicle,” I say, indicating that I'm going to give her a pat-down.

”But ”

”It's best you follow orders, my Rose, it will make things a lot easier for you.” Her eyes snap up at my use of ”my Rose” but she slowly turns around, doing as I command.

Kneeling down, I start with her ankles, slowly moving my hands up as I go. When I reach her thighs, I hear her breathing pick up, and it's coming out in little gasps. That panicked sound is the s.e.xiest thing I've ever heard.

When I reach mid-thigh, I feel her body go completely still. ”Please don't,” she says in a shaky whisper. She may not know what's coming, but she knows something is off.

Leaning in, I place my mouth against her lush full a.s.s, giving a soft bite through the material of her dress, and hear her let out a squeak. She tries to jerk away from me, but both my hands lock around the inside of her thighs, keeping her in place for me.

”Don't move again. You'll only hurt yourself, and I don't want that. You can't fight me off, so don't try. Now, be a good little girl and be still until I'm done.”

Rising up, I push her body into the car with mine. I rub my erection against her a.s.s, trying to cool my l.u.s.t, but my b.a.l.l.s only feel heavier, dying to get a release inside her. I reach around to her front, and bunch up her dress. I move my hand down and cup her p.u.s.s.y, feeling how warm she is.

She's so tiny compared to me, at least a foot shorter than my six-three. Leaning over, I bury my face in her hair, hoping that between holding her p.u.s.s.y and the scent of her, I can calm down. But when I feel a slight wet spot on her panties, all my control snaps.

TAKING WHAT'S HERS.

Alexa Riley.

We've all been that girl.

Maybe you did a little social media stalking to check him out. Maybe you just drove by his house to see if he was home. Maybe you took it a step further and followed him once or twice.

We've all gone a little crazy over a guy before.

I went a little crazy. That's how Archer Ware ended up tied to the bed. I should probably feel bad about it, and maybe once I get what I want, I will. But right now he's mine, and that's all I care about.

This isn't the forced submission story you're used to. Valentina will stop at nothing to have the man she wants, and Archer can only take what she gives.

Warning: This book contains an obsessed heroine at threat-level red, a s.e.xy billionaire with a secret of his own, and a story so hot, firefighters can't put out the flames.

Not responsible if firefighters show up looking to help you out.

CHAPTER ONE.

VALENTINA.

I feel like I'm starving, and he's going to feed me. I don't care what the consequences are, he'll be mine until someone takes him from me. I want a piece of him that I can have forever. Half of him, half of me.

Running my hand over my stomach, I think about what it will be like to carry his child. If everything goes as planned, I'll find out soon enough.

Checking my watch, I see that he should arrive home at any moment. Friday night is his guys' night at Sarajevo Lounge. I always know where he's at because I've got his pa.s.sword and access to his itinerary, and I always have it pulled up on my phone. It's not my fault his dimwit secretary typed it in when I was standing behind her at her desk.

I thought just knowing where he was all the time based on his itinerary would be enough. I thought I could stop following him, but it didn't work. Night after night I found myself tailing him after work to see where he was going. Not that he ever noticed.

I've been interning at his office for six months now, and I'm barely a blip on his radar. He consumes my every thought, and I don't think he even knows my name. I remember the first time I met him; there was no way you could miss him. The man is huge, standing at six feet four, filling out his suit impressively. His dark brown hair looks midnight black in the right lighting, but what caught my attention were his crystal blue eyes. Sometimes I thought he could see through me with them, but if that was true I wouldn't be here right now. He'd have seen me coming.

I got the interns.h.i.+p at his investment company, Ware Holdings, doing various things around the office for the executives. As the days ticked by, I seemed to be scheduled on his agenda more than others-from taking notes in his meetings to running reports, or just going over his schedule with him during lunch.

I'd gotten to know him over the months, and my obsession only grew. I'd never felt this way about someone before, and it drove me crazy that he didn't really notice me. When he did pay me attention, it was almost in a kid sister' way. I even tried to make him jealous once, because G.o.d knew I was green with it. I saw the women who threw themselves at him. I even saw him go on a few dates. A smile pulls across my lips when I think about how I sabotaged them.

I remember Cara, the woman who showed up at the office for a date one night, I accidentally' spilt a whole jug of coffee on her. I was sure I would get fired, but he just seemed blind to my slip, and canceled his date.

One night I followed him out with friends, and caught a woman all over him. I pretended to run into him, and I faked being sick so he'd take me home. I made sure no one could get near him if I could help it. He's mine. I planned to tie him to me as much as I could, and make him love me.

When I told him about Jim from the mailroom asking me on a date, he said I should go and get out more. I think that hurt more than when I saw that woman hanging all over him at the bar. Needless to say I never went on my date with Jim. How could I? I belonged to Archer. Even if he didn't want me. How could you love someone and try to be with someone else? It would feel like a betrayal.

Pulling my phone out, I check my tracker, and feel my heartbeat pick up. He's in the building. I close my eyes and try to get my breathing under control. Every night when he comes home he has a gla.s.s of scotch, but it would be my luck that tonight he doesn't. The man is double my size; I'm five feet four and slight. I have some hips and b.o.o.bs, but I could never take down Archer without some help. The help I'm using tonight is in the form of a sleep aid I slipped into his scotch. I just need a little bit of help, just enough that when he finally pa.s.ses out, he won't feel me binding him to the bed. Then he'll be mine. Well, until someone comes looking for him. I'm not sure how much time I'll have since he always has security coming and going. He is, after all, one of the richest men in Chicago.

Hearing the door open, I put my hand over my mouth to cover my breathing, and I wait. Twenty minutes pa.s.s, but it feels like an eternity. I've been waiting for this moment for what feels like forever. He shuffles around for a minute, then I hear the mattress squeak, and I know he's in the bed. Only a little longer until I have every part of Archer Ware.

After an hour pa.s.ses, I finally slide out from behind the chair in the corner of the room, detangling myself from the curtains that line the floor-to-ceiling windows. Walking to the end of the bed, I grab the blanket covering him and slowly pull it from the bed, each inch unsheathing more and more of his body. I gasp when I see he's completely naked, sprawled out on his back, his c.o.c.k lying against his thickly muscled thigh. My p.u.s.s.y clenches at the sight of it, a warm feeling settling in my stomach.

I bite my lip, thinking about taking him in my mouth. He'll have no choice but to get hard for me.

I grab my bag and pull out velvet-lined binds for his arms and legs, thanking G.o.d for Archer's four-poster bed. I wonder if the binds will hold; I guess only time will tell. After he's secure, I can't help but just sit and stare at him, a lump forming in my throat. For once, I'm going to have something I want, even if it's only for a little while. I know I'll treasure this night forever. It pains me that it will mean more to me than him.

Peeling off my clothes, I toss them on the floor and crawl onto the bed.