Taking What's Wicked (Forced Submission #5)(15)

“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 * 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.





Fourteen





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 f*cking crazy."

I just smile at him and take one last drink of my beer. She is f*cking 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 f*cking adorable.