Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Taking What’s Envied (Forced Submission #8) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Alexa Riley |
| Language: | English |
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Allison and Max are spending a quiet evening alone. Or so they think. When an intruder breaks into their house, they’re not prepared for the demands he makes. Rocky knows exactly what he wants, and he isn’t going to let anything get in his way. Including a fence and a few simple locks. For one night he’s going to do as he pleases...but will one night be enough? Warning: This is the eighth book in the Forced Submission series, but they can all be read as stand-alones. These books contain situations involving forced submission and dubious consent. These themes can be triggers for some but sweet candy for others. If you're willing to hold off judgment until the last page, the ending is worth it, we promise! Just remember, this is all safe, sane, and consensual. Enjoy! | |
| Books in Series: | Forced Submission Series by Alexa Riley |
| Books by Author: | Alexa Riley Books |
Chapter One
Rocky
It’s so dark I can hardly see my hand in front of my face. But I don’t dare turn on the lights. This neighborhood is full of rich assholes, and my beat-up old truck sticks out like a sore thumb. I was worried about making it through the security gate at the front, but luck was on my side. There was no one there, and one little pop with my screwdriver and I was in.
The streets are already empty this time of night, but it’s not really even that late. As I ride by homes with their lights on I can see families sitting around tables eating dinner, or watching TV, relaxing for the evening. At one time I envied that kind of simple life, but not anymore. I’m different now, and I want different things. Things that I shouldn’t. That’s why I’m here.
I turn down a street and drive toward the back of the subdivision. It gets even darker as I go, because there are fewer houses this far out. This is a nice quiet neighborhood with new construction going on all over the place. It’s how I found it to begin with. I was out here working a job one day and saw something that caught my eye. They really should be more careful about what they let in here.
Smiling to myself, I make the last turn and go down the long driveway. I turn off my truck and coast the last little bit until I’m in front of the house. It’s dark, but I can see a light on upstairs and my cock begins to throb. That’s the bedroom.
As quietly as I can, I ease out of my truck and silently shut the door behind me. There are no automatic lights as I go around the side of the house and to the back yard. A fence runs along the length of it, but there’s no lock on that either. The suburbs give people the illusion they’re safe.
When I go around the back I see the sliding glass door is open, with the screen is covering it to let the cool summer air inside. That’s not all it’s letting in tonight. Silently, I open the screen and step inside before closing it behind me. For good measure, I close the glass door, too, flipping the lock so that no one else can disturb us. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and I want to enjoy every second of it.
I take the rope out of my back pocket and hold it loosely in my hand. I have to act quickly if I want this to go my way. I quietly but swiftly head for the stairs. When I get to the first one, I slip my shoes off so I can move as silently as possible. I take the stairs one at a time, listening for even the slightest sound.
When I’m about halfway up, I hear voices, but I don’t stop. I keep going until I’m at the top and I can see the light coming from under the door at the end of the hall. As I step closer, the voices grow louder and I realize they’re not talking.
“Fuck, Max, that’s it. Oh god, right there.” I pause outside the door as my excitement ratchets up a notch.
The sounds of slapping skin and grunting roll over me and I can imagine the pretty blonde on the other side of the door taking a dick. I rub my hand over my cock, feeling how tight my jeans are. Goddamn, I can’t wait any longer.
Reaching down, I turn the knob and push the door open slowly. When I step inside the room I can see her flat on her back with her man on top of her, balls deep. It smells like pussy in here, and I inhale the sweet fragrance. I even stand there for a moment watching them, letting them have their fun before I begin.
The room is big, and so is the bed. They’re in the middle of it and the blankets are on the floor in a pile nearby. She looks like she’s covered in a fine sheen of sweat and his back ripples with every thrust. They’ve been fucking for a while, and envy pools in my balls.
“Harder, Max,” she moans, and he gives it to her.
I have to wipe the corner of my mouth as the headboard thumps. Fuck, she likes it rough.
He’s a big guy, but I can take him. I loosen the rope and wind it around my hands, and I steady myself for the attack. Her moans are getting louder and I can tell she’s about to cum, and I can’t let her do that. Not yet.
Right before she goes off, I make my move and leap onto the bed.