New 99c Erotica Romance just in time for Halloween: TAKING WHAT’S WICKED (Forced Submission #5) by Alexa Riley

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Title: Taking What’s Wicked
Series: Forced Submission #5
Author: Alexa Riley
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On Halloween you’re supposed to dress up and have some naughty fun, but Sabrina’s costume has invited more wickedness than she expected. The guy at the bar seemed so nice, until he got her out in the alley behind the bar and his friend joins in. That’s when she knew there was no escape.

Dante and Porter have been watching the little witch at the bar all night. They’ve decided to make her their toy for the evening, but she has no idea. They’ve been waiting for this moment, and now’s their chance.

This Halloween ménage is packed with filthy goodness and dark desire. Hold on to your broomsticks, and enjoy the ride!

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The thump of loud music beats across Wicked. The hole in the wall bar is packed for Halloween—a holiday when women like to wear as little as possible, tempting and teasing men. None of them catch my eye even as they grind against each other on the dance floor, wanting as much male attention as they can get. No, my eye is still on the little tempting witch at the bar and has been since she strolled in. She sat her sweet ass in that bar stool, and I couldn’t look away from her if my life depended on it. She’s pulling me to her like she has cast some spell on me, but I’m being patient. If we want this to go exactly right, we’ve got to take our time. We’ve been here for a long time, waiting for just the right moment, and this is it.

I shoot back the rest of my Jack, not taking my eyes off her, worried that someone might get to her before I do. She’s ours, and I won’t let anyone steal her from us. Maybe she’s really a witch, because that’s what it’s starting to feel like. It’s like I’m under a spell, and I can’t control my dark urges. Thing is, she hasn’t seemed to notice either of us, unlike most of the other women in here.

She keeps giving her soft smile and little laughs to the bartender as she sips some green-colored drink in a fancy cup. I’m surprised a place like this serves something like that. Normally in a dump like this, all you can get is a beer or some whiskey. Maybe she’s using some of that magic on the bartender too, because she seems to get whatever she wants from him.

The thought has me on my feet, pressing through the sea of bodies on the dance floor. One woman tries to grab me by the arm to pull me to her, but I just keep moving, breaking her hold. The smell of her cheap perfume wafts over me as I push on.

When I finally make it to the little witch, I can’t stop myself from discreetly leaning into her and smelling her hair. The smell of cinnamon fills my lungs. Fuck, I’m going to love smelling that all night as I pound into her cunt.  When we’re done with her, the only thing I’ll be able to smell on her is cum. She’ll never be able to wash the smell of it away from her skin.

Sliding onto the stool next to her, I let my body brush up against hers, drawing her attention. Her dark chocolate-brown eyes meet mine, and a blush hits her cheeks. I don’t know why she’s embarrassed. Dressed like she is, she’s obviously begging for some attention. Though I don’t think she had in mind the kind of attention we’re going to give her. Too late, little witch. You’re already ours. There is no going back now.

I look into her dark eyes, and something passes between us. She has an innocence about her, and the animal inside me wants to eat it alive. I want to hold her down and ruin her body so she’ll never know a moment in her life when I wasn’t a part of her. A primal need to dominate her crawls up my spine, and I intend to act on it. Whether she likes it or not.

“Can I get you another?” the bartender asks, breaking the spell. Once again, she had me bewitched, and I got lost in her eyes. I have the urge to reach over the bar and punch him right in the fucking throat for even talking to her.

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“She’s good,” I answer for her. I give the bartender a look that has him holding his hands up and walking away. I’m not a small guy, and it usually only takes a glance to get people to move. When I shoot a look at someone they act fast, and lucky for the bartender, he got my message loud and clear. Mine. Back the fuck off or else.

“Excuse me?” The little witch swirls in her stool to face me and places one hand on her wide hip, drawing my eyes there. It’s the very thing about her that got my attention to begin with. She has a curvy body, and she likes to show it off if the witch’s costume is any indication. Her top and bottom are full, exaggerating her narrow waist. She doesn’t seem shy about wearing the slutty outfit. In fact, she’s cocky in what she’s got on. Nothing is sexier than a woman who’s confident, even more so when she’s not afraid to show it.

She’s wearing a short, skin-tight dress that shows off every curve of her body. Running up her legs are black stockings. An inch or so of garter belt shows on her thigh, the rest of the fabric disappearing under her dress. It makes me want to know what kind of underwear it’s connected to. Her tits look like they’re dying to escape the top of her dress, her cleavage overflowing and jiggling slightly as she moves. One good tug and I could free them for her, taste her fat nipples, drag my teeth across them. I could leave red marks from my beard behind. I plan on being rough with them to show her what happens when you hang them out like a slut.

The only thing that makes her costume look like a witch’s outfit is the hat. Everything else is just a slutty dress on a girl looking for a good time. The blush that hit her cheeks didn’t seem so slutty, but her dress is saying something else. Her dress tells me she’s horny and needs some dick. But her innocent blush is saying she’s a good girl looking for a bad boy for the night. I’m more than willing to give her all she can handle and more. I’ll give her all ten inches of me, deep into her warm cunt. Whether she lets me or not, it’ll be mine.

I openly roam my eyes over her body, not even trying to hide it. If she wants to dress like a whore, I’m going to look my fill and let her know I like what I see. When I finally pull my eyes back to hers, she looks even shyer.

I reach over to the bar, pushing her half-full glass away from her. “I want you to remember everything I’m going to do to you tonight. I won’t have it hazy because you drank too much. I want you to know every detail of me fucking you.”

Her breathing picks up at my words, making her lick her plump red lips. She likes my dirty talk, her body coming alive at my words. Gone is her annoyance at my dismissing her next drink, and it’s replaced by desire. Just what I expected. This is almost too easy.

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“You’re cocky.” She grins when she says it. Playfully trying to poke me. She has no idea who she’s playing with given the things I’ve been picturing doing to her all night. Her voice makes my cock jerk in my pants, and the need gets stronger. Fuck. Just a look and she has me wanting to cum all over myself. I’m really starting to think the witch costume isn’t really a costume at all.

Ignoring her, I lean into her body, placing my hand on her thigh. Her legs open a little on their own, as if her body knows what I’m about to do. She’s showing me how much she likes my touch and how much she needs some attention. It’s making this that much easier. I take the opening to slide my hand further up her legs until I reach her silk panties. I touch just the tip of my finger against her, and I start to tease her with little strokes. After only a few secret touches, her panties dampen and her clit hardens for me. Her slutty cunt is begging for some dick. I’ve got one more than willing to oblige.

I need to get her out of here. There are prying eyes everywhere, and I need to get her away from the crowd and all the people paying attention to us. I don’t blame them; I couldn’t keep my eyes off her either. But what we have in store for her, no one needs to see. I feel the wicked grin spread across my face, and I lean in closer to whisper in her ear.

“I’m going to show you just how cocky I can be. All night.”

She pushes herself into my hand, but I pull back a little. I won’t make her cum here; she could get what she wants, then change her mind. I have to get her out of here before I seal the deal.

She lets out a little frustrated grunt when I pull my hand away from her warmth and slide it out of her dress, back down to her knee.

“You want to cum? I’ll make you cum all night. I’ll have you cumming over and over until your body can’t take any more.”

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She looks at me, and I can see her debating the suggestion. She’ll come with me, even if she doesn’t want to. You don’t come to a bar like this, dressed like she is, all alone on Halloween and not want to get fucked. It’s why she’s here, and I’m going to give it to her even when she’s begging me to stop.

“Okay,” she finally whispers, and I know I’ve got her. I didn’t want to have to carry her out of here kicking and screaming, so this makes my job that much easier. The blood rushes to my head, the pounding loud in my ears. I’ve got to get her out of here. Now. I start to pull her up, but she stops me. “My tab.”

I take my wallet out from my back pocket, grab a hundred dollar bill, and toss it on the bar. No way are her drinks more than that in a place like this.

“I don’t even know your name,” she says, a blush rising on her cheeks yet again. She’s so innocent and sweet. This is going to be so much better than I expected.

“Dante.”

“I’m Sabrina.”

I don’t give her a chance to change her mind, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her off the stool. I pull her close, not wanting anyone to touch her as we make our way to the back of the bar.

“But I’m parked out front.” She protests for a second, but I pull her closer to me so she can’t retreat.

“We’re taking my car.” I feel her body tense against me, but she doesn’t try to get away. There’s no going back now, and I need to get her out of here as fast as possible.

The crowd parts for us as we walk through the sea of drunk, half-naked bodies. When we make it to the back hallway I push open the door, and push us through. I turn, slamming it closed behind us and making sure no one followed. We walk into the dark alley, only a small outdoor light makes it possible for me to see her.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” She starts to pull away, but I wrap my arm around her tighter. “Maybe this was a mistake.”

“Having a change of mind, sweetheart?” I ask as I push her up against the brick wall of the bar. Her brown eyes grow big, her dark hair looking black in the night. I can feel fear rolling off her, and it only excites me further, making cum leak from my cock.

“Yes. I’m sorry, but I think I want to go back inside now.” Her voice is timid and laced with alarm. She’s realizing this was a bad idea.

“And I think I want bury my dick inside you until I cum.” Reaching under her dress, I slide my fingers into her panties, and she tries to close her legs. I push one knee between her legs, keeping them open, and then grab her panties, easily ripping them away. She’s helplessly pinned to the brick wall, and there’s no way a little thing like her can break away from me.

When I hear the backdoor we just exited open, both our eyes move that way. “Help me please!” she shouts, but I just smile.

“You want a taste?” I yank her dress up, revealing her pussy to Porter.

 

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Author Bio

I’m Alexa Riley! Mom, wife, and business woman by day and smut writer by night. I specialize in the Dirty Date Night reading. I wrote my first book, Owning Her Innocence, because well, I just couldn’t find any daddy books to my liking. So I sat down and just started writing, bringing the fantasies I find myself often dancing to in the dark of night to life, one page at a time.

Alexa Riley is my alter ego. I can’t let the other soccer moms know what I’m up to or the guys at work for that matter. Little do they know that they’ve got nothing on my dirty talk.

I’m here to give you a quick fix of filthy dirty smut. Got a few hours to kill? Then I’m what you’re looking for.

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