This bundle has a sneak peek at the next book in the Forced Submission Series 'Taking What's His' and all the books have never before seen epilogues! See how all the couple are doing years later.
Taking What's Mine (Forced Submission Book 1)
Alone at night in the middle of nowhere. The town sheriff pulls me over. I should be safe.
I'm not.
Nothing could have prepared me for what he had planned. And my darkest desires should have remained a secret. But it seems he knows everything about me.
I'm his now, and only I will do.
Warning: This book contains situations involving forced submission and dubious consent. The hero is obsessed beyond control. Nothing can stop him from the only woman he'll ever have. These themes are triggers for some but sweet candy for others. If you're willing to hold off judgement until the last page the ending is worth it, I promise.
Taking What's Ours (Forced Submission Book 2)
You can't tease two alpha men like Hudson and Ridge and not expect consequences, not when you've become their every obsession.
They have a target...but their one obstacle has long legs, thick curves, and a mouth made for sin.
They do everything together, and Charlotte is no exception. She tempted them...and now they've come to collect. Together.
Can they take what they want and still stick to the plan? Five feet, seven inches of lush addiction says no.
Warning: This book contains situations involving forced submission, dubious consent, and every other scenario surrounding that genre. The heroes are obsessed beyond control. Nothing can stop them from having the only woman they'll ever want. These themes are triggers for some but sweet candy for others. If you're willing to hold off judgement until the last page the ending is worth it, I promise.
Taking What's Hers (Forced Submission Book 3)
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.
This is an excerpt from the next Forced Submission book.
Taking What’s Mine
My dick pushes against the front of my uniform pants at knowing what’s coming, and I don’t mean my cock. Today I get a taste of my sweet little Rose. I’ve been planning this for weeks. I laugh at the thought of the word “planning.” Planning is putting it mildly. It’s more like obsessing, and invading my every thought. Being sheriff of Kirksville, Nebraska, only makes this that much easier to do.
I don’t care how much she fights this; I know she wants it. I hope she fights; it will only make my cock harder and her submission so much sweeter. By the end of this weekend, she’ll know who she belongs to. Her life will begin and end with me, and I’ll take nothing less.
Glancing over, I pick up the naked pictures I took of her. It’s easy to slip the little camera around her bedroom and bathroom, without her knowing. Of course I always have my eyes on her; she’s mine, after all. She’s been mine since the day I first saw her. A fresh-faced second-grade teacher over at the elementary school. So innocent and pure. She needs me just as much as I need her. I can protect her, because if anyone else felt a tenth of what I did for her – I squeeze the pictures in my hand just thinking about anyone else wanting her. I grind my teeth together in anger. No one else can have her.
The photos range from her in the shower, a few of her changing out of her clothes, and one of her masturbating. In that picture she’s tempting me with her pussy, making me want it. My blood boils thinking that it wasn’t me making her cum, even if that someone else was her. It’s crazy that I’m jealous she got herself off, but it doesn’t matter at this point, because I’ve gone past crazy when it comes to her. There is no going back. At least I know what she was thinking about when she touched herself. Innocent and pure little Rose has dirty fantasies. I’ve read all about them in her diary she thought she’d hidden away so well. I’m going to give her what she wants, even if she begs me to stop, and trust me, there will be all kinds of begging. I can already hear her pleas in my mind, making pre-cum leak from my cock.
Kissing one of the photos, I stack them back together and place them in my glove box with her diary. I slide out of my cruiser, closing the car door behind me, with a smile on my face. She walked right into my trap.
Each day when she leaves the school, she takes the same route home. In the country, many of the houses are spread out and hers is one of them. She takes a shortcut, but the road she uses is all farmland and not paved. It’s just loose gravel that cracks under my boots as I eat up the distance to her.
The summer just started and today was her last day until the next school year begins. I knew she’d be working late, and I used it to my advantage. I’ve waited long enough for this day, and she’s going to make it up to me with her pussy, her mouth, her ass, and her complete submission. I’ve been hanging on to a thin rope with her, and I can feel myself cracking. I need to touch her, bury myself inside her, and cool some of the raging desire she causes.
She did this to me. Never in my whole life have I felt this need for someone. She woke this beast inside me, and she’s going to take him. Only she will do. Since the day I first saw her, the thought of another woman only pisses me off. She worked her way into my system, and now she’s going to stay and give me what I need. What we both need. She’s going to wrap her sweet mouth around me, and milk all this lust from my body. I’m going to fill up every one of her holes until she’s dripping with my cum, then maybe I can calm down.
When I reach her car door, I give two hard knocks to her window, forcing her to roll it down. Her big sea-green eyes look up at me, her bottom lip pouting, and it drives me crazy. Her whole look says “innocent,” and I can’t wait to turn her into my little slut. The things she’s going to do to me, for me – and no one will ever know. It will be a piece of her that only I possess.
“Sir?” The single word seems to stroke my whole body.
“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to step out of the car.” Without waiting for a response, I reach my hand in through the window to open it from the inside, making the lock pop up and the door open. Tentatively she unhooks her seatbelt and steps out of the car. She’s hesitant, but complies. Her sweet vanilla smell fills my lungs as she exits the vehicle, and it’s all I can do not to lean in. I don’t give her much room, so she has to sidestep me and slide further down the side of her car so I can slam the door shut.
The blue and red lights from my cruiser light up the dark warm summer night, giving me a good view of her. She’s wearing a pink sundress that makes her milky skin look like silk. I wonder if my cum would show on her skin, or if it would just blend in like it belonged there. She’s all woman, soft and curvy with generous breasts that I want to taste, and round hips I’m dying to feel against me. Her midnight-black hair is down in big waves that make me want to grip it in my fist. I want to use it to pull her toward me and claim her mouth.
I love and hate that fucking dress on her. I love that I can slide my hand between her legs and her pussy will be right there for me, but I hate that someone else might have the same thought. I don’t like that her pussy is so easy to get to. Just a rip of her panties and you could be deep inside her warm cunt, and no one besides me will be doing that.
“Sir,” she starts again, “I’m not sure what I did that made you pull me over, but whatever the reason I apologize. What is it I did exactly?”
“Nothing,” I say, watching the confusion wash over her face. “Turn around, hands on the vehicle,” I say, indicating that I’m going to give her a pat-down.
“But – ”
“It’s best you follow orders, my Rose, it will make things a lot easier for you.” Her eyes snap up at my use of “my Rose” but she slowly turns around, doing as I command.
Kneeling down, I start with her ankles, slowly moving my hands up as I go. When I reach her thighs, I hear her breathing pick up, and it’s coming out in little gasps. That panicked sound is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
When I reach mid-thigh, I feel her body go completely still. “Please don’t,” she says in a shaky whisper. She may not know what’s coming, but she knows something is off.
Leaning in, I place my mouth against her lush full ass, giving a soft bite through the material of her dress, and hear her let out a squeak. She tries to jerk away from me, but both my hands lock around the inside of her thighs, keeping her in place for me.
“Don’t move again. You’ll only hurt yourself, and I don’t want that. You can’t fight me off, so don’t try. Now, be a good little girl and be still until I’m done.”
Rising up, I push her body into the car with mine. I rub my erection against her ass, trying to cool my lust, but my balls only feel heavier, dying to get a release inside her. I reach around to her front, and bunch up her dress. I move my hand down and cup her pussy, feeling how warm she is.
She’s so tiny compared to me, at least a foot shorter than my six-three. Leaning over, I bury my face in her hair, hoping that between holding her pussy and the scent of her, I can calm down. But when I feel a slight wet spot on her panties, all my control snaps.
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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