Taking What's Hers (Forced Submission Book 3) (3 page)

“
Valentina”

He says my name in a tone I know all too well. The one he uses in the office to get everyone to stand to attention.

Turning around, I glare at him. “No, I’m not letting you go. This is all your fault anyway. If you could have just noticed me, or seen me as something more, we could’ve had it all. Everything. We both could’ve had the family we wanted. I know how you feel about your parents. I feel the same about mine. They left me outside a hospital when I was thirteen. When I saw you, I knew we’d be perfect together, but you just couldn’t see me. I’d have done anything for you!”

“
If you’d do anything for me, you’d untie me.”

“
It’s too late, Archer. You sealed your own fate. Now I’m going to take what I want.”

Crawling back on the bed, I make my way up his body. He may want me to let him go, but his cock seems to have other ideas. As I climb onto him and straddle his body, his cock strains for attention.

My pussy is still wet from the orgasm, so as I take him into my hand, I slick the head of his dick with my sweetness. Rising a little more, I align my opening with his cock.

“
Valentina, don’t do this,” he says, straining against his bindings. He has his fingers wrapped so tightly around them his knuckles are white from the strain.

“
I love you, Archer. I love you so much that I can love enough for both of us,” I say, dropping down onto him, fully sheathing his cock inside me. Pain shoots through my body, and I hear both of us scream out.

Closing my eyes tightly, I fight against the burn in my eyes, trying not to let a tear fall. The pain is intense, but I’ll take it for him and for our future baby. As I breathe through the pain, I hear a snap and my eyes pop open. When I look down, I see Archer jerk his arms, and the bindings on his wrists fall away.

My eyes widen in shock, and I gasp in surprise when I hear a
pop
from the straps on his legs. “Oh shit,” I whisper, a second before I’m flipped over and sprawled on my back.

I feel Archer’s heavy weight on top of me as he shakes with rage. I’m pinned underneath his big body, scared of what he’s going to do to me.

It’s clear this didn’t go according to plan.

CHAPTER FIVE

ARCHER

I sit at the bar, drinking my beer, enjoying the slow, crisp burn. Just one tonight and nothing else.

My boy Darius comes over and elbows up beside me. We've known each other since college and have been business partners for about as long.

"You finally going to say something to her?" he says, getting right to the point. He’s been beating on this for a while, but I normally just ignore him. We usually tell each other everything. This is different, but I won’t be a complete dick to him about it.

"And what is it you think I should say?" I ask, taking another pull of my beer.

"I think we both know it's time you sat her down and came clean," he says, motioning to the bartender for his own drink, and taking the seat next to me.

"Darius, we've been friends a long time. You know I do things when I'm good and ready." It’s how I’ve always been. I wait for the perfect moment and orchestrate events to my satisfaction. He should know that by now. Fuck, it’s partly how we’ve made a lot of our millions together.

"I don't know how you're able to keep it together when she's around. Valentina is gorgeous, no question. But she's fucking crazy."

I just smile at him and take one last drink of my beer. She
is
fucking crazy, but harmless, and for some reason I find myself toying with her. I hope it doesn't blow up in my face. I push the half-full bottle away and check my watch.

Fridays are normally guys’ night, and a few of us meet here to have some drinks, play some darts or pool, and then head home. Most of us are in our mid-thirties, but only a couple are attached. It's a good way to end a long work week, but I'm not feeling it tonight.

I feel anxious, and I’m ready to go home, I say my goodbyes and head out. I hop in the back of my town car, and my driver takes me to my building.

I wave to the three security guards manning the desk, and go to the elevator. When I get inside, I can feel my hands starting to twitch, so I take deep breaths to relax myself. I'm almost home.

The doors open, revealing my penthouse, and I nod to the guard standing outside. I key in the access code, unbolt the front door, and as soon as I'm inside, I bolt the door again.

Strolling in, I toss my suit jacket on the back of the couch as I make my way to the bar. I see a glass perfectly set beside the bottle of scotch, and I smile. I pour myself two fingers, bringing the glass to my lips and tilting it, but not actually drinking it. I'm not sure if she's watching so I try to make it look good. I walk through the house as I normally would, getting ready for bed. When I go to the bedroom, it's all I can do not to laugh when I see her shoes peeking out from under the curtain in the corner.

I brush my teeth, and then decide at the last minute to get completely naked. No sense in making her do all the work.

Not touching my cock is torture, and I keep thinking about everything else besides Valentina and her body. I climb under the covers and lie back. After a few minutes, my breathing is slow and even. I'm nowhere near sleep, but I need to appear to be.

A little time goes by before I hear her. The chair scoots a little across the floor as she sneaks out, and I can barely keep my face expressionless. God, she's fucking adorable.

Once I feel her presence at the end of the bed, I try to relax. As she pulls back the covers, I will my cock not to respond. I should get a Purple Heart for this because it's pretty goddamn painful.

I can feel her eyes on my cock she looks over my naked body. Does she like what she sees? Am I enough for her? God, I wish I could see her. She's so beautiful and perfect. To see her looking at me like this would be heaven.

A second later I feel something soft wrap around my wrists, and I try not to flinch. Holy fuck. Did she just tie me to the bed?

When I feel the binds around my ankle, I just decide to go with it. I want to see how far she'll take this. These binds won't hold me from her, but I'll let her think that. I let her think a lot of things.

After she spends a moment admiring her handiwork, I feel her climb onto the bed.

CHAPTER SIX

ARCHER

I look down as she climbs onto the bed, and I see her naked body. It’s all I can do not to pull free the restraints and grab her. But I just breathe and try to give her the illusion she’s looking for. She wants to be in control, and I want her to think she is. It’s how it’s been from the beginning.

All this time she’s thought she’s had the control. It’d be a shame to change that now. All that work for nothing.

From the first moment I saw her, I knew I had to have her. She was mine the second my eyes hit hers, but she seemed so innocent and shy. I wanted to keep my distance and give her time to come around, to get used to me. I didn’t want to go full-on stalker right away, so I just played it cool. Little did I know she was the one stalking me. And then our game started to play out. Cat and mouse. Sometimes I wasn’t quite sure if I was the mouse or the cat when it came to her—something I rather enjoyed. She was so different. I don’t think she even knows how much she stands out in a room, I could never miss her. I had put a security guard on her to watch her. I was surprised when I found out from the guard she was following me. I told him to let her. In fact, I told him to make it easy for her.

I remember the first time she broke into my office. I’d gotten a call late at night from security, alerting me that Valentina was in my office, and they asked if that was okay. I immediately made up a story about how I asked her to go find something I’d lost, and not to disturb her. Meanwhile, I pulled up the cameras in my home office and just watched her go through my things.

Seeing her obsess over me the way I was obsessing over her turned me on more than I’m willing to admit. Maybe one day I’ll tell her about how I jerked off watching the live video feed of her snooping through my desk. How I came all over myself, imagining her touching my things and leaving her mark on my desk. Maybe this is why this has gone so far, neither of us knowing what the other really wants. Is this what happens when two predators think the other is prey?

She was so beautiful that night, the moonlight giving off just enough light so I could watch her move. But it’s nothing compared to now. Seeing her body move over the top of mine, I can barely keep my heart from bursting out of my chest.

As she rubs against my body, she licks my neck, and I close my eyes in bliss. I hope she leaves a mark. It wouldn't bother me one bit to walk around with her mark on me. My cock responds to her touch, and the idea of her leaving something on my body has me hard as a rock. You’d think I would be used to it, seeing her prance around at work every day, but being this close is almost more than I can take without being able to touch her. Feeling her nakedness against mine is torturous, but I don’t want it to end.

Suddenly, Valentina bites my neck.

“
Fuck. Baby, that hurts!” I pull at the restraints some, but try to remember that I’m not really trying to break them. I don’t want her knowing how easy it would be for me to get away but, damn, that hurt. That wasn't the kind of mark I was thinking of, but I’ll take what I can get. I like to be the one doing the biting, and when I do it, it’s the good kind of biting.

Valentina sits up and turns on the bedside light. Jesus. Seeing her naked in the light is the single greatest moment of my life. She’s always been gorgeous with her olive skin and long blonde hair, but seeing her like this is just breathtaking. I feel so honored that she’s chosen me as the one to see her body for the first time.

She doesn’t know it but I’ve done my homework on my love. The first day I saw her, I created a file and sent it to my head of security as top priority and strictly confidential. I wanted the name of every man who had ever touched so much as her hand. Surprisingly—and thankfully—it turned out she was untouched. I really would have hated to murder someone because they had seen her beautiful body. I can’t even begin to think about what I would have done to someone who had actually touched it.

“
Who is she?”

It’s cute she thinks there’s someone else I would call ‘baby’. She’s the only woman occupying my thoughts, my heart, and my life since we met. Every woman I saw before her, I’ve already forgotten, and every woman she saw me with since she came into my life was merely a ploy to bring out her crazy. Not that there have been many in my life. I have an obsessive personality. I go after what I want. it may be extreme but it’s gotten me everything I’ve ever wanted in life, from my education to my successful career, but never has the obsession lingered on a woman until her. It was the first time I ever felt a need to really have one for my own.

I love how obsessed she got, and how her stalking got progressively more intense. It made me feel better about the nights I followed her home and watched her sleep. Seeing her lose her mind with jealousy only made me harder when I jerked off in the back seat of her car.

Oh yes, I did that quite a few times actually. I’d make up fake appointments and slip out to hide in the back seat of her car while she followed my driver around the city, trying to see what I was up to. She has an SUV, so I would wear all black and duck down on the back floorboard, jerking off to the sounds of her frustrations at not knowing where I was. There’s so much cum on the back seat of her car, I’m not even ashamed. I wanted her to smell me every time she got in, and I wanted her to think of me, even if she wasn’t doing it consciously.

“
Who is ‘who’?” I bait her, loving getting her worked up over me.

“
The woman you just got hard for!”

She’s shouting now, and I try not to laugh. God, this is making me harder.

“
See? You’re getting harder because I mentioned her.”

“
Baby, you’re the only person here.”

God, I love her. She’s so worked up.

“
Stop calling me that.”

“
Calling you what, baby?” I smile a little at her. Her eyebrows are furrowed and she’s acting like a wet kitten. Speaking of, I can’t wait to eat that pussy. I lick my lips and look down at it, then back up at her.