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  TAKING WHAT'S OURS

  Alexa Riley

  Copyright ©2015 Alexa Riley

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  dedication

  To Lisa... Thank you for your friendship and for inspiring this book. Cheers.

  Table of contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Excerpt from Taking What's Mine

  Other Titles

  CHAPTER ONE

  HUDSON

  “I’m going to enjoy this a lot more than I should,” I say, the adrenaline pumping through me.

  “I’m just pissed it’s going to be on camera,” Ridge says with a bite of irritation. I know he’s mad that someone else will be seeing this; he’s private like that. I don’t care who sees what we do to her, or how many times we cum inside her sweet little cunt.

  Looking over at Ridge, I give him a cocky smile, something I haven't done in months. This place has been hell, and the only glimpses of light are when I catch a random sighting of the Doc. “I’ll get a copy of the video. You know, for a keepsake.” It’s been too long, and at this point I don’t give a fuck if there’s a camera or not. I’m going balls deep inside Doc Charlotte.

  “Hudson, you’re a sick fuck, and I couldn’t be happier about it,” Ridge says with a half smile. This place hasn’t been good for us, and things have taken longer than we anticipated. But we've been in worse situations, and at least this one’s ending with a taste of something sweet. Something I’ve been dying to have.

  We make our way through Cell Block E, heading towards the infirmary. Our steps eat up the distance, each one bringing us one step closer to her. Obsession is a scary thing; even worse when there are two of us after the same thing. There was never a chance for her to escape us, she’s been ours from the moment we spotted her. Ridge and I always get what we want one way or another, even if we have to take it. There’s nothing that will keep her from us.

  I’m sick of these gray brick walls and the smell of decay mixed with fear and loneliness that comes with incarceration. She’s going to wash all that away. I know just one taste of her and we’ll be in heaven.

  Today’s the day, and my dick has been aching for this for six long months.

  Ridge and I are inmates at ADV in Florence, Colorado, also known as the Alcatraz of the Rockies. We are cellmates and do our work detail together. This is the first day we’ve been assigned laundry duty, so now we can have some fun. Our plans are sliding into place.

  We wheel around the big bin of fresh linens, taking them to the prison hospital wing. Once there, we are supposed to trade out the bins, leaving the clean one there and taking the dirty one with us. This detail requires two inmates since the bins are so heavy. They only rotate certain duties every three months, so Ridge and I had to trade a lot of contraband to get it. This particular route cost extra because the doctor is on it. We know her routine because we’ve been watching her as best as we could since we got here. She’s fucking hard to miss.

  The coy smiles she would shoot me in passing only worked me up more. She’s been asking for it. You don’t tease men like Ridge and me and think we won’t take what we want. We will. She got us all worked up and now she’s going to let us take out our frustrations on her body. In her body.

  Doc Charlotte runs the prison infirmary, and today we’re paying her a visit. She’s tall with long sexy legs, thick blonde hair that falls to her waist, and an ass that a man can grab on to. Or in our case, men can grab on to. And, fuck, her lips. They’re gut-clenching, cock-swelling lips that I can't wait to see wrapped around my cock as I thrust into her mouth.

  Ridge and I set up a few bribes to make sure that when we drop off the laundry today, the Doc will be all alone. No one will be there to help her. She’ll be all ours. We don’t want any interruptions.

  “Fuck, my balls are so goddamn full. I’m going to nut all over her tight asshole,” I say, and reach down to rub my cock, trying to relieve some of the pressure.

  “You should have jerked off this morning like I did so it will last longer,” Ridge says, shooting me a half smirk.

  I laugh and shake my head. “Nah. She’s gonna get me hard again as soon as I cum. I’m fucking her at least twice.”

  “Good luck with that. She’ll probably bite your dick off in the struggle.”

  “I’m excited to see how much fight she’s got in her.” Doc isn’t going down easy, and I love the idea of fighting my way into her body. I also like the idea of her biting me, maybe not my cock, but a few marks from her on my body would be nice to see. I could rub my fingers over them as I jerked off, thinking about all the things we did to her.

  “I have a feeling she won’t break so easy.”

  We smile at one another as we approach the medical wing. Once we enter, we pass the desk and I give the two guards there a chin lift as they buzz us in. Ridge leans over and passes them a manila envelope filled with hundred-dollar bills. Some people might think it’s crazy to spend thousands for an hour of alone time with a woman, but in prison, pussy is almost unheard of, so you’ve got to pay up. Plus, there isn't an amount I wouldn’t pay to have her all to ourselves. Even if it’s only for an hour.

  We found out the two guards manning the desk had some extracurricular activities that left them a little light in the wallet. That’s what happens when you think you're in love with a stripper or like gambling a little too much. So Ridge and I decided to use that information to our advantage. All it took was a few conversations, and we got the green light.

  Pushing the cart through the doors, I look back over my shoulder and watch the guards heading out. So far everything is going to plan and we’re another step closer.

  When we reach the end of the hall, there’s a small desk in the back with two more guards. These two were a little harder to bribe, and I think it’s because they’ve gotten to know the Doc and feel some kind of sympathy for her. But say a dollar amount high enough and people suddenly lose their morals.

  Ridge grabs the next envelope and passes it over the desk. One of the guards snatches it up. The other looks at us and then looks at the back exam room door, no doubt thinking about the doctor on the other side and what’s about to happen to her. I can see a look of apprehension cross his face, but we’ve planned for this.

  You don’t spend this kind of money and orchestrate this kind of plan, and not have a backup for your backup. Always be five moves ahead.

  I pull out the third envelope and slowly slide it across the counter to the guards. “A little bonus for you guys. Just to make sure everything goes as planned.”

  The reluctant guard takes the envelope and looks
inside. Suddenly he’s not so reluctant anymore. “One hour, and there won’t be any interruptions,” he says confidently, as the two of them make their way out of the wing, bolting the doors behind us.

  I look over at Ridge, and he gives me a nod. It’s time.

  I walk over to her door and stand in front of it. She’s got it locked, but it won’t be for long. I take a deep breath and on the exhale, raise my leg up and with all my strength kick in the door, busting it wide open, the crack of the hinges bouncing off the cold concrete walls.

  Immediately I hear the doctor scream as Ridge and I run in the room. The room is big, with the exam table sitting in the middle. I look around, see where the camera is and know we’re already on a countdown.

  “We’re on the clock,” I say, as Ridge moves a desk in front of the door. It’s probably unnecessary, but just in case we have an interruption, we get a warning.

  I look over and see Doc Charlotte has pressed herself into the corner. I feel a wicked smile cross my face, seeing her so scared and vulnerable.

  “Well, hello there, pretty thing. We don’t have a lot of time for romance so I’ll cut to the chase. You’re going to take off your clothes, show us your holes, and let us fuck them until we’re done. Then you’re going to put your clothes back on and go back to what you were doing and not say a word to anyone. Sound like a good plan to you?”

  “Oh God, please don’t do this! Guards!” she screams again, pushing herself further against the wall.

  Ridge walks up beside me and starts to laugh. “That’s it, baby, scream. I want you to get loud. Fuck, it makes my dick drip for you. Go ahead and yell out ‘Ridge’ too, while you’re at it.”

  She looks around the room, like she’s searching for a weapon, and it’s time to shut that down. In three quick strides I’m in front of her. Reaching down, I grab her upper arm, pulling her to her feet and over to the exam table. Her vanilla scent fills my lungs, making my mouth water.

  “You can make this as easy or as rough as you want it, baby, but it’s gonna be hard either way,” I say, pushing my cock against her so she can feel what she does to me. She struggles in my arms and pulls away from me as much as she can. “There’s no escape from us. We’ve been watching you and waiting for our chance to put our dicks in you. You’ve been begging for this moment, you’re just too scared to admit it. The way you dress screams you need a good fucking, and we are going to give it to you.”

  “Please don’t do this. Please. I can get you drugs, supplies, anything. Just please don’t hurt me,” she begs.

  Ridge grabs her other arm and we hold her between us. He leans in and licks her neck. “Oh, sweet Charlotte, we don’t want to hurt you. We just want to fuck you until you can’t walk. Every move you make for the next week, you’ll still feel us. You’ll remember who took you.”

  I feel her body shiver, and she screams for help again.

  “God, I hope there’s audio on those cameras. I’m gonna want to hear this on a loop for the rest of my life,” I say, making Ridge laugh again. Lifting Charlotte up, we hold her down on the exam bed.

  “I’m going to hold her wrists for now, but if she struggles too much I’m going to tie her down.”

  “Fuck, I need to see her tits,” Ridge says, and reaches down, ripping open her button-down shirt. The buttons fly, hitting the floor, their sound like music to my ears. Her breasts spring free and her hard, tight nipples point up, making my mouth water.

  “Oh, you fucking slut, walking around without a bra on,” I say. “You’re just begging to get your cunt raped, working in a prison and letting your horny nipples poke through like that. It’s a good thing we’re here. We’ll take care of that sweet little kitten, and you won’t have to dress like this to get dick anymore.”

  “Please don’t, oh God, please no. Stop. I’ll do anything.”

  “Oh, you’ll do everything anyway, baby, and it won’t be because we stop,” I say, and look over at Ridge. He licks his lips, staring at her nipples. He’s a breast man and she’s got a pair of fat tits just waiting to be fucked.

  “All right, who’s going first?”

  CHAPTER TWO

  RIDGE

  My breathing is ragged, need pulsing through me. Fuck, it took six months of planning to get to this moment, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.

  A barbaric part of me wants her to get off on this. I want to make her cum. I want to bury my face between her thighs until she cums all over me. Her scent filling my lungs. I want to force the orgasm from her body, whether she wants to give it to me or not. I need to take it from her, and there’s nothing more I want in this moment than that. Well, maybe for there not to be a fucking camera in here.

  I know Hudson gets off on the idea, but it eats me up, thinking about other people watching. Pushing the thoughts of the camera out of my mind, I stare down at the flawless woman in front of me. Need courses through me. I can actually feel my hands shaking with it, like a junkie needing their next fix. I’ve wanted her for so long, and now here she is for the taking. No one’s coming to stop us, so we can do anything we want to her.

  Slowly I reach down and claim her tit. Squeezing it firmly, running my thumb over her nipple, and watching it get harder for me. Gripping it tighter, I pinch her nipple between my thumb and finger, rolling it a little harder this time, wanting her to squirm for me. I’m rewarded with a little whine as she tries to get away from the touch. I need to get the rest of her clothes off and expose every inch of her to us.

  “Fuck, look at those nipples, they’re so hard for us. I think she likes it,” Hudson says. Pulling my gaze away from her, I look at him. He’s got his eyes transfixed on her breast and his cock’s already in his hand as he slowly strokes himself with his free hand. My morning jerk-off session doesn’t seem to be helping any, because my balls are drawn up tight, ready for release. I’m not sure I’ll be able to get the tip of my cock inside of her without exploding everywhere. Just the touch of her warm cunt to my dick and I bet I’ll nut all over her.

  “Please don’t do this. Just let me go and I won’t tell anyone I swear,” she begs again, fighting against the grip Hudson has on her hands. I see him lean close to her face, and she stops begging for a second.

  “The next time you open your mouth, I’m going to put my dick in it. Well, I’m going to do that anyway, but I want to watch him fuck you for a bit while I hold you down, so how about you be still and let us have our fun.” Suddenly his lips touch hers, and he’s kissing her.

  Doc bucks her body up, trying to push him off, making her tits jiggle. I grab both of her legs and get between them. The exam table is short, and her long legs hang off, so there’s plenty of room for me. She continues to fight as I go for the hem of her pants, ripping them off her, along with her silky red panties. She kicks out and fights against me as much as she can while being held down. I have to be quick so she doesn’t land a foot on my face, but I’m so much stronger than she is.

  After I’ve fully exposed her lower half, I go back between her legs, and press my body into her so she can’t thrash around. There’s no point fighting us now. We have her pinned to the bed and her legs spread wide for us with no protection for her cunt. All I have to do is free my cock and slide into her.

  “Fuck,” Hudson says, breaking away from the kiss. He has a little blood on his lip, no doubt from Doc biting him.

  The two of us have always shared women, something that seemed odd to outsiders but natural to us. We grew up on the streets and have always done everything together. We are brothers, not by blood but by something stronger.

  Hudson wipes the blood from his mouth, “She fucking bit me,” he growls out but I don’t think it got the responses the Doc wanted, because it seems to have only turned him on more.

  “Told you she’d bite,” I tell him, reminding him of our earlier conversation.

  “You want it rough, Doc? Because I’m more than happy to oblige,” Hudson says, looking down at her. If one thing's for sure, Hudson
would make true on that promise. He likes his sex rough and dirty. I like it dirty, but I favor a sweeter touch. I want to make her beg.

  She screams out, and he grabs her by the throat. I place my thumb on her clit and start to roll it.

  “Doc,” Hudson growls, his hand still around her throat. “You scream again, it better be mine or Ridge’s name coming from those lips.”

  She stops fighting, but I feel her hips jerk as I play with her clit. I’m sure her brain is going haywire, between Hudson’s firm hand around her throat and my soft touch giving her pleasure. She closes her eyes tightly, hiding her big brown eyes from me. After a few seconds, a moan escapes her lips, so sweet and breathy, I feel my chest tighten at the sound. Nothing has ever sounded so fucking good. Six months in this hellhole, and that one little moan makes it worth every minute.

  “Fuck, Ridge, do that again. I want to hear her beg for us.”

  “Please,” she whispers, and I’m not sure if she wants more, or is begging us to stop. It doesn’t matter, because there’s no stopping us. We want her and she’ll be ours, whether she likes it or not. Hudson and I always get what we want and she’s no exception.

  “Make her cum, Ridge,” Hudson grits out, his words filled with need and desire. “Make that pussy pop for us. I want her to know she came while two men held her down and used her body like a whore.”

  “Please, no, just do whatever you’re going to do to me, but don’t make me cum. Don’t make me like this. I’m begging you. I won’t fight. You can fuck me, just don’t make me cum.”

  I press down on her clit, circling harder as her body jerks and her eyes fly open. “It’s too late, Doc. Your pussy is already begging for it.” There’s no way I‘m leaving this room without making her cum for us. She needs to know that we own her body, whether she wants us to our not. We’ll make her crave us like we’ve been craving her. It’s only fair.

  Leaning back a little, I move my thumb faster and I watch her pussy clench in response. “You’re begging us to stop, but your pussy is begging to be filled,” I say, taking some of the pressure off her clit. Her hips rise, looking for the firm touch to return, and I smile. I haven’t felt like this since I entered this hellhole. The only thing that has kept me going lately was planning for today. Getting the Doc underneath me and filling her with both our cocks has kept me focused.