Taking What's Hers (Forced Submission #3)(2)
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 f*ck 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 *.
He groans at my action, and thrusts his hips up at me, but he’s still able to grit out his words. “Answer the f*cking 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 * 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 *. “Stop avoiding my question,” he growls, never removing his eyes from my *. His cock bobs in the air, and another drop of pre-cum forms at the tip, tempting me.