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  Taking What’s Wicked

  Alexa Riley

  Contents

  TAKING WHAT’S WICKED

  Copyright

  Happy Halloween

  1. Dante

  2. Porter

  3. Sabrina

  4. Dante

  5. Porter

  6. Sabrina

  7. Dante

  8. Porter

  9. Sabrina

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  Taking What’s Hers

  Copyright

  10. Valentina

  11. Valentina

  12. Valentina

  13. Valentina

  14. Archer

  15. Archer

  16. Archer

  17. Archer

  18. Archer

  Taking What’s Mine

  Also by Alexa Riley

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  TAKING WHAT’S WICKED

  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!

  Copyright © 2015 by Alexa Riley. All rights reserved.

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Edited by Aquila Editing

  Taking What’s WICKED

  Forced Submission Series Book 5

  by Alexa Riley

  Be safe this Halloween! Check your candy, carry a flashlight, and sleep with a few extra people… you know, just in case! <3 Alexa

  One

  Dante

  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.

  “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.

  “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.”

  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.

  Two

  Porter

  Fuck yeah, I want to taste her. I see a brick sitting next to the back entrance of the bar, and I pick it up. I bring it down hard on the handle of the door, smashing it to pieces. Now we won’t have any interruptions. Can’t let anyone see our tasty little Halloween treat. No, this will just be ours.

  “Already got her primed for me?” I ask, eyeing the two of them. I got so hard in the bar watching Dante reel her in. He’s easier on the eyes with his blond hair and blue eyes. Well, easier than I am. I’m rough around the edges with a mean scar down my face that draws attention. It also doesn’t help that my black hair and almost black eyes seem to put people off. That and the fact that I’m one giant motherfucker. So I just sat and waited as Dante got our little witch out of the bar. I knew it wouldn’t take much. Dressed like she was, she was asking for it. We clocked her as soon as she walked into Wicked. We know she’d be the one between us later. I couldn’t wait to empty my cock in her, my balls aching with need to fill her cunt with every drop.

  Like everything Dante and I do in life, we divide and conquer. We’ve found it’s been the best method, and that’s what we did with her. This curvy witch has a body made to fit between two men and has enough padding to take a punishing fuck. She’ll take us while we get what we want, while we use her for what gets us off.

  “Please don’t do this, I just want to go home. I’ll—”

  Dante puts his hand over her mouth, cutting her off. She starts to fight against him, but he wraps his other hand around her throat, adding a little pressure. Her eyes widen, and she looks between the two of us, knowing she can’t win. No, we wouldn't stop until we got what we wanted, and what we want is to fuck our witch until we empty ourselves inside her soft unwilling pussy, over and over.

  “Don’t make us hurt you, Sabrina. This can go real easy if you just shut your mouth and open your cunt,” Dante says, leaning in and biting her neck. She lets out a muffled squeak against his palm, and I can’t help but smile.

  “Move. I want in there.” I tap Dante, wanting him to move the leg he has between hers. He moves over, still holding her mouth and throat. Fuck, she looks good pinned up against the wall. My cock is leaking at the sight of it, begging to be freed.

  “Someone’s greedy tonight,” Dante says, poking me.

  “You got to touch her already. I need to take the edge off. I’ve watched her all night while she’s been dressed like a whore with her pussy nearly showing. Fuck, I need a taste.” I tell myself it’s just to hold me over, but her brown eyes are so wide and scared I’m getting off on it. A taste will never take the edge off, but I’m not sure anything will.

  Dr
opping down in front of her, I grab one of her legs and put it over my shoulder. She tries to fight me off, but Dante stops her.

  “Don’t move.” I don’t have to look up to know he’s reminding her of the hold he has around her throat.

  Her pussy is right in front of my face, and I just stare at it, cursing the shitty light in the alley for not letting me see everything. I can smell cinnamon, and it makes my mouth water.

  “You gonna eat that cunt or just sniff at it all night? I want in there too, man,” Dante says, pulling me from my pussy trance. He must still have one hand on her throat, because I don’t hear her screaming out when I see Dante’s hand come down to her cunt. He reaches down, pulling her cunt lips apart for me. He spreads her open and shows me her tiny pink clit.

  I’m on it instantly, sucking it into my mouth. She’s too short for me, and in one quick move I have both her legs over my shoulders. Dante helps make sure she stays pinned to the wall for the taking as I go at her clit with my mouth and tongue.

  She may have been saying no, but the harder I suck her clit, the more her sweetness fills my mouth. Reaching down, I free my aching cock with one hand and start stroking myself. When I hear the rip of fabric, I look up to see Dante now sucking on her exposed tits. Her fat rack spills out of her dress and bounces with her movements.

  “You’re going to come on his face, aren’t you? You thought you could be a fucking cock-tease and get away with it. You thought you could dress like a little whore and that we’d just let you go after you got what you wanted. It doesn’t work like that. You got us hard, so now we’re going to take your cunt until our cocks are raw. We’re going to rape it until the thought of getting a hard-on hurts because we fucked you so much.”