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  TAKING WHAT'S HERS

  Alexa Riley

  Copyright ©2015 Alexa Riley

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  TAKING WHAT'S HERS

  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 sexy 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.

  Table of contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Excerpt from Taking What's Mine

  Other Titles

  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 password 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 internship 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 God 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 glass 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 boobs, 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 passes 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 pass, 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 passes, 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 cock lying against his thickly muscled thigh. My pussy 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 God 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.

  CHAPTER TWO

  VALENTINA

  Crawling up his body, I lie on my side and cuddle next to him, burying
my face in his neck and breathing in his scent. His warm smell fills my lungs, calming me a little. I’ve always wondered what he’d taste like, and now I finally have the chance to find out. Licking my lips, I tentatively touch my tongue to his neck.

  His sweet taste fills my mouth, and I start peppering open-mouthed kisses up his neck. Sliding one of my legs over his to get closer, I realize his cock is hard, and I feel rage shoot through me. He’s asleep and has a hard on? Does that mean he’s dreaming about someone? I bite his neck hard in response, making him jerk against me.

  “Fuck!” he grunts. I feel him yank at the binds, but I don’t ease my grip. “Baby, that hurts.”

  His words do nothing but fuel my anger even more. ‘Baby’? Who the hell does he think is in the room with him?

  Sitting up, I flip on the nightstand lamp and glare at him. His blue eyes widen at the sight of me, and then move over my naked body, making me blush. I’ve never been naked in front of a man before, but I belong to Archer, so he should be the only man to ever see me like this. I’d waited my whole life to give myself to the perfect man, and I found him six months ago. I knew from our first meeting I would fit him perfectly. He’s more than I ever dreamed of. He’s driven, smart, and utterly handsome. He always dresses in tailored suits that fit his tall, lean body. His dark hair and bright blue eyes give him an edge—one I crave to cut myself on.

  I’ve saved my virginity just for him. I’ve never let another man touch me, save for a handshake or a quick hug. I knew one day I’d find the man who was meant to be mine, and I’d stop at nothing to have him, even if I had to take him.

  But no, Archer hasn’t been waiting for me. I saw the women who threw themselves at him, and they’re lucky to still be breathing. Here he is dreaming about another woman on the night I’m planning to make him mine.

  “Who is she?” I snap, putting my hands on my hips, frustrated that I couldn’t find more information about his past lovers so I could narrow down who I would be paying a visit to very soon. When I got access to his computer, I found nothing. All of the women in his life seemed merely to be employees or family. I even searched him out on the internet. Archer is well known in Chicago, so I thought there had to be pictures of him in a gossip magazine or something, but he always shows up to events with his friend and business partner Darius. I know there hasn’t been anyone since he’s met me. I’ve made sure of that.

  “Who is ‘who’?” he asks, still running his eyes up and down my body lazily, as if he’s enjoying the show.

  “The woman you just got hard for!” I scream, pointing my finger at him. His cock jerks at my words, growing harder. “See? You’re getting harder because I mentioned her.” This time my words don’t come out as a yell, they’re more of a plea laced with sadness. This is my night, maybe the only night I’ll ever have with him, and his mind is somewhere else.

  “Baby, you’re the only person here.”

  “Stop calling me that.” I love him calling me ‘baby’, but I don’t know his game. I’ve never been more than Miss Valentina, and sometimes I could swear he thinks my last name is Valentina, like he can’t even be bothered to know my whole name.

  “Calling you what, baby?” A half-smile pulls at his lips.

  “You think this is funny? You thought I was another woman! Fine, you want to play games? We’ll play games, Archer,” I say, crawling back onto the bed. I straddle his legs, taking his cock into my hands.

  “Easy there, love, I need that.”

  The word ‘love’ is like a balm for my anger. I should tell him to stop with that one too, but I can’t bring myself to say it. I have to take what I can get, and that’s a crumb I’m more than willing to snatch up.

  “I don’t think you’ll need it after tonight, because I’ll be gone after that. But you’re right. Tonight we do need it. This cock is going to bind us together forever, whether you want me or not.” Finally, the look I thought I was going to get when I first flipped on the lights crosses his face. His nostrils flare and anger flashes in his eyes.

  “And what the fuck does that mean?”

  Leaning forward, I grip his cock a little tighter, giving it a few strokes. A drop of cum pools at the tip, and I can’t stop myself from licking it. The saltiness hits my tongue, and I want more. I try to dip my tongue deeper into the little hole on the tip of his cock for some more, but I was too greedy and there’s nothing left. I know that’s the only taste I’ll be getting. I have to save every drop of him for my pussy.

  He groans at my action, and thrusts his hips up at me, but he’s still able to grit out his words. “Answer the fucking question, Valentina.”

  Releasing his cock, I sit back up, still straddling his thighs. I know my first time is going to be painful, so I need to ready myself. I use two fingers to slide my pussy lips open, parting me and exposing my clit. Then I lick one finger on my other hand and press it to my clit, rubbing it in small circles.

  Archer’s eyes lock on my pussy. “Stop avoiding my question,” he growls, never removing his eyes from my pussy. His cock bobs in the air, and another drop of pre-cum forms at the tip, tempting me.

  “Stop that!” I snap at him “Stop wasting your cum. We already wasted too much with the drop I took. The rest has to go inside me,” I plead with him.

  “Inside your pussy, Valentina? Is that where you want it?” His voice is smug, like he’s found something he can use in his favor.

  “Yes,” I say, still rubbing my clit.

  “Tell me what you meant and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

  “You don’t have to give it to me. I’ll be taking your cum all on my own. You’ll give me every single drop, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Each time you cum inside me, I’ll climb off you and suck your cock until it’s hard, and then ride you again. We’ll do this until I can’t do it anymore.” At my words, more cum leaks from his cock, making me glare at the waste.

  “You think that virgin pussy of yours can handle that?” he asks, a cocky look plastered across his perfect face, one of his dimples showing.

  “I can handle anything to get what I want. We have that in common, don’t we, Archer? We’d do anything to have whatever it is we wanted. I knew we’d be perfect together, but you just never seemed to notice me, and that’s what led us to this point. You forced my hand. The time has come, and I can’t wait any longer. I need you, and I may only get you for tonight, but I’ll be taking a piece of you with me when I leave.”

  “Love, you can take all the cum you want, but don’t go chopping off pieces of me or some shit,” he jokes, but it’s clear my words hit a nerve.

  “Why? Because you wouldn’t look like your normal, perfect self anymore? Maybe then women wouldn’t throw themselves at you. Is that it? You could’ve had me, but I guess I just wasn’t your type. The shy girl who doesn’t stand out compared to the women who are always hanging on to you.”

  “That’s not what I meant, love,” he says in a softer voice. I can tell he’s trying to calm me, but maybe he’s trying to play me. No, I won’t fall for his charm. I have to be careful. He could easily get me to do almost anything for him if he really wanted.

  “It doesn’t matter what you meant. I’m ovulating, and you’re giving me a baby tonight.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  VALENTINA

  His eyes grow wide, and I’m sure my words have shocked him. But I don’t care. I’ll be getting what I want. I’ve been rubbing my clit, and while I’m turned on, I need more. He’s looking at my pussy and licking his lips, and I know what needs to happen.

  “You need to kiss me so I can cum. I need to get my hymen soft so you don’t hurt me when you break it.”

  My dirty words make his eyes snap to mine, and I can see anger in his expression. I don’t care if that makes him mad, he’s going to do it, and then we are going to make a baby.

  “Valentina, think about this before you do it. You really want me to get you pregnant? Why don’t you untie me and we can talk about this?” r />
  Now he’s changing his mind and trying to get away from me. I won’t be deterred from the plan. He’s so gorgeous, and I love him so much, I need to stay strong. I can’t let him talk me out of what I want, what I need. Archer loves me, and he’s going to prove it by giving me a baby.

  “No! Stop trying to keep your seed from me. I need it.”

  He watches my pussy as I rub it. I lean down so our lips are nearly touching. I can feel his breath mingle with mine, and he yanks at his bindings. “Kiss me, Archer. Kiss me like you love me. And you better mean it. I want our baby conceived in love tonight. Don’t you?”

  “Valentina—”

  I press my lips to his before he can finish his sentence. His warm tongue demands entry into my mouth, and I open for him, letting his taste mingle with my own. I rub my clit a little against his leg, seeking friction so I can orgasm. His full lips devour mine, and our first kiss is everything I wished it would be. I feel him pull back after a moment, and I look down at him.

  “Valentina, let me kiss your pussy. Please, just a taste to make you cum. I want your cunt soft for me too.”

  I blush a little, having never been talked to like this before, but considering he’s the love of my life, I should enjoy it. I nod a little and move up his body until I’m straddling his arms.

  “Love, why don’t you untie me so I can enjoy all of you with my hands?”

  I knew it! He’s just pretending in order to get me to untie him. He is trying to manipulate me. It won’t work. I've seen Archer in action at the office, and if I don’t watch myself, he’ll have me doing anything he commands. If things hadn't played out the way they had, we could have had that.

  “No. Stop asking. Not until your seed is in me.”

  I move so my pussy hovers above his mouth, and I look down at him. He’s leaning up, straining to kiss me there, and I can see the desire in his eyes.