Taking What's Wicked (Forced Submission Book 5) by Alexa Riley Page B

me, and I can see her debating the suggestion. She’ll come with me, even if she doesn’t want to. You don’t come to a bar like this, dressed like she is, all alone on Halloween and not want to get fucked. It’s why she’s here, and I’m going to give it to her even when she’s begging me to stop.
    “Okay,” she finally whispers, and I know I’ve got her. I didn’t want to have to carry her out of here kicking and screaming, so this makes my job that much easier. The blood rushes to my head, the pounding loud in my ears. I’ve got to get her out of here. Now. I start to pull her up, but she stops me. “My tab.”
    I take my wallet out from my back pocket, grab a hundred dollar bill, and toss it on the bar. No way are her drinks more than that in a place like this.
    “I don’t even know your name,” she says, a blush rising on her cheeks yet again. She’s so innocent and sweet. This is going to be so much better than I expected.
    “Dante.”
    “I’m Sabrina.”
    I don’t give her a chance to change her mind, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her off the stool. I pull her close, not wanting anyone to touch her as we make our way to the back of the bar.
    “But I’m parked out front.” She protests for a second, but I pull her closer to me so she can’t retreat.
    “We’re taking my car.” I feel her body tense against me, but she doesn’t try to get away. There’s no going back now, and I need to get her out of here as fast as possible.
    The crowd parts for us as we walk through the sea of drunk, half-naked bodies. When we make it to the back hallway I push open the door, and push us through. I turn, slamming it closed behind us and making sure no one followed. We walk into the dark alley, only a small outdoor light makes it possible for me to see her.
    “I don’t know if I can do this.” She starts to pull away, but I wrap my arm around her tighter. “Maybe this was a mistake.”
    “Having a change of mind, sweetheart?” I ask as I push her up against the brick wall of the bar. Her brown eyes grow big, her dark hair looking black in the night. I can feel fear rolling off her, and it only excites me further, making cum leak from my cock.
    “Yes. I’m sorry, but I think I want to go back inside now.” Her voice is timid and laced with alarm. She’s realizing this was a bad idea.
    “And I think I want bury my dick inside you until I cum.” Reaching under her dress, I slide my fingers into her panties, and she tries to close her legs. I push one knee between her legs, keeping them open, and then grab her panties, easily ripping them away. She’s helplessly pinned to the brick wall, and there’s no way a little thing like her can break away from me.
    When I hear the backdoor we just exited open, both our eyes move that way. “Help me please!” she shouts, but I just smile.
    “You want a taste?” I yank her dress up, revealing her pussy to Porter.

Two

Porter
    F uck yeah , I want to taste her. I see a brick sitting next to the back entrance of the bar, and I pick it up. I bring it down hard on the handle of the door, smashing it to pieces. Now we won’t have any interruptions. Can’t let anyone see our tasty little Halloween treat. No, this will just be ours.
    “Already got her primed for me?” I ask, eyeing the two of them. I got so hard in the bar watching Dante reel her in. He’s easier on the eyes with his blond hair and blue eyes. Well, easier than I am. I’m rough around the edges with a mean scar down my face that draws attention. It also doesn’t help that my black hair and almost black eyes seem to put people off. That and the fact that I’m one giant motherfucker. So I just sat and waited as Dante got our little witch out of the bar. I knew it wouldn’t take much. Dressed like she was, she was asking for it. We clocked her as soon as she walked into Wicked. We know she’d be the one between us later. I couldn’t wait to empty my cock in her, my balls aching with