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  Taking Her Turn

  Alexa Riley

  Contents

  Taking Her Turn

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Devotion

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Also by Alexa Riley

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Edited by Aquila Editing

  Photographer - Sara Eirew

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  Taking Her Turn

  By Alexa Riley

  Kingsley and Mina are newlyweds and everything in their life is perfect. Everything except one little thing.

  Kingsley loves his wife so much that it drives him crazy. He’s too big, too strong, too obsessed with her. So much so that he has to hold back. He ties her down to keep himself in control and won’t allow himself to let go.

  Mina loves her husband, but she knows he’s keeping part of him away from her. He’s broken his tightly held control only once and it was the best night of her life. Now she’s got a plan be the one on top, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

  Warning: Find out what happens when an alpha unleashes a shot of pure, hot dominance. Spoiler alert...it’s filthy.

  To Britney, bitch.

  Chapter One

  Mina

  I try to concentrate on the task at hand and go over the shipments on my board. But no matter how hard I try, my eyes keep roving to the clock as I move through the warehouse checking things off my list. Normally I don’t check order inventory as they get loaded onto the trucks, but I needed something to keep me busy. I’m helping out on the floor this morning with the hope that time will fly by. So far it’s not working.

  Most of the time I’m locked away in my husband’s office. The only time I ever go down on the floor is if he’s at my side or I’m seeking him out. He’s always worried that I’m going to get hurt. Once I suggested I learn how to drive the forklifts so I could use them if extra help was ever needed. The look on his face had me changing the subject. If he could he would wrap me in bubble wrap and keep me locked inside our home. Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband’s overprotective nature, but sometimes it’s a little much.

  If he knew I was down on the warehouse floor doing this right now he’d be pissed. I smile at the idea. Maybe part of me isn't doing this out of boredom or a need to help out. Maybe I’m doing it because I like to get him worked up. I love to test his self-control, and I’ve never in my twenty years seen someone who had as much control as my King.

  Kingsley went out of town yesterday afternoon. A new company is interested in using Kingsley Shipping as their new warehouse holding center and delivery company.

  I knew it was a big deal because King doesn't like traveling anymore. Or at least that’s what I have kind of picked up on. He used to travel a lot before I came along. He’s only been away twice since we’ve been together. Each one was only one night away. Not even a full twenty-four hours.

  He wanted me to go with him on this trip, but I talked him out of it. I knew this one was a big win for Kingsley Shipping. So big we’d be opening another warehouse and expanding even more, something the little town of Elton needed. I wanted him to stay focused and not rush back to the hotel to be by my side. Or worse, make me go to the meetings and dinner and drinks after with more shop talk. He’d growl at any man who looked at me and cause a scene. I know my husband too well.

  The men at the Kingsley warehouse will hardly even look at me when they talk to me because of him. How can something be adorable and annoying at the same time? I have to bite back a smile thinking about it. God, I love that man.

  My body still tingles when I think about the last time he went out of town. When he came home I was already asleep on the sofa waiting for him. I was barely awake and he was ripping the clothes off my body like he was starving for me.

  He devoured my body and owned every part of me. He took me over and over again until I passed out, unable to move. It wasn't anything like how we normally have sex. Our sex has always been soft and sweet. So sweet sometimes it makes me cry. I don’t think anyone would have looked at King and thought he was a sweet and tender lover.

  He might own and run a multimillion-dollar company, but King is always getting his hands dirty. He’s gruff. He loves being out in the factory working on the trucks. Getting his hands dirty. You can tell from the rough texture of his hands he doesn't sit in an office all day. He never wears a suit unless he has to, preferring to be in jeans, steel-toe boots and a work shirt.

  His chocolate-brown hair is always a little messy, his beard is long and rough. People usually think he’s a lumberjack because of how big he is. He’s easily twice my size, and he’s built like the trucks he often works on. I love my big hairy husband and I understand why he always handles me with care. He’s afraid his size and strength could hurt me, but I know he never would.

  That man loves me more than anything. Heck, that was clear after only knowing him a week. The first day I walked into the Kingsley Shipping warehouse he was on me. I came in asking about the ad needing someone to get his office organized. I was hired on the spot before I barely got two words out. He wouldn't let me out of his sight. He even talked me into going home with him the first time because he said he needed his house organized, too. I didn't get much of a tour that first night. The only part I saw was his bedroom.

  But he wasn't alone in being head over heels. When I looked into Kingsley’s dark blue eyes I got lost that first day, too. He could have talked me into going anywhere. It didn't take much for him to get me in his bed and then share something with him I’d never shared with any other man before.

  It wasn't even a week later and he had a ring on my finger. He made me Mrs. Kingsley Washington as fast as he could. I went from living with my parents to living in this giant warehouse that King had renovated and made his home. You could fit five of my childhood homes into the place.

  My life has completely flipped and I love it all so much. But there’s something still hanging out of my reach, something I’ve been craving since that night my King woke me up on the couch. It was a need for me unlike anything he’d shown me before and I want it back. For the first time ever he lost control and he wasn’t so delicate and careful with me. I want it again, but he refuses. He keeps telling me it was a one-time slip. I’m craving his primal touch, but each time he’s pulled me into his arms since then it’s been soft and sweet. I see his control just on the edge in his eyes as that savage strength starts to take over, but it never stays.

  Maybe another night away would get him to break again. My nipples harden at the thought. I squeeze my legs together, trying to control the heat that rushes between my thighs. I need my King.

  Chapter Tw
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  King

  I spent all day in meetings and I’m dog tired. What I want right now is to cuddle up next to my woman and fall asleep in her arms, but I’ve got a little longer before I can do that.

  Everything went better than expected and the developers are ready to break ground on the expansion. The meeting was full of people and questions, but still, Mina was in my thoughts. I can’t wait to tell her the good news. This is going to mean a ton of jobs for the town, more security for my company, and a solid future for my wife. I’ve already got good money and a nice nest egg for whatever her heart desires, but I want to give her the world. All of this is for her and means nothing without her.

  I crank up my diesel truck and turn on the radio. It’s late, but I can’t wait to get to Mina and tell her the good news. She’s my biggest champion and her excitement will be my own.

  From the moment I laid eyes on her I knew she was the one. She walked into the shop that day looking like an angel that just dropped out of the sky. She was all big eyes and smiles and I’d never felt anything so good as I did just standing in her presence. She looked up at me with her dark green eyes and I swear I can’t tell you if time stood still or it sped up. All I know is, the first time she laughed my heart was reborn. I’ve done a lot in my life, but from the first touch, the first kiss, I was remade into a man made for her.

  Hell, the first day she was with me, I got her back to my place. I didn’t think a woman as beautiful and precious as her would want anything to do with a big bear like me. But God smiled on me again and again until she finally said “I do.” I practically picked her up and ran with her down the aisle the moment she said yes, because I was terrified she would change her mind. I thought that any second she was going to realize she could do better and be out the door. But somehow, some way, she loves me. She looks at me like I hung the moon just for her, and I swear to God, if I could I would.

  She’s so delicate and soft that I constantly have to remind myself to be careful with her. I have to go slow and be easy with her little body. She’s the most important thing to me on this earth and I have to protect her. Even from myself.

  My thoughts drift back to the last time I was away from her, and when I came home. I took her like a savage on the living room couch. Flashes of me gripping her hips and biting her shoulder as I took her from behind flood me. I’d left bruises on her silky skin and felt like a bastard the next day when I saw them. I’d ridden her so hard she had carpet burns on her knees, but she just laughed them off and told me how good it was. I know she was just trying to make me feel better about how rough I took her. She’s my angel that way. Always saving me.

  I promised myself I’d never do that to her again. So tonight if I have to, I’ll jerk off in the truck before I go inside so I’m in control. I can’t take the chance of not being careful and hurting her.

  She was a virgin the first time we made love, and I thought I was going to split her in half. It didn’t take as long as I thought to work myself inside her because she was so eager and brave. I’m a big man all over, and it still barely fits inside her. Every time I get in her pussy it’s like being with a fresh cherry all over again. And again, my angel calls to me. Always wet and ready for the taking.

  I grip the steering wheel tighter and try to focus on the road. I’m too keyed up to think about fucking her right now. I need to slow down and think about making love. I sent her a quick text before I got on the road because I knew if I heard her voice, I’d ask her for phone sex. I just can’t get enough of her, and even the drive home is almost too much to bear.

  A song comes on about a father and his son and so my thoughts drift to babies. I can’t wait to have a family with Mina. She’s going to be such a great mom, and I want a baby with eyes just like hers. I never thought I’d be the kind of man that daydreams about kids and playgrounds and family vacations, but it seems it’s the only thing taking up room in my head right now and I can’t ignore it. I’ve got baby fever something fierce. Maybe it’s because it’s another way to bring Mina to me, but it doesn’t feel that way deep down. In my soul I know that she’s my other half and I’m ready for us to have it all. The house with the white picket fence, a mess of kids, and my wife on my lap.

  What more could a man ask for?

  I’m almost home and I can feel my blood pumping in my veins. I’m close to her, and my cock knows it. I reach inside my center console and pull out the pair of panties I stole from her this morning. She slept in them last night, so they smelled so good when I pulled them off of her. I picked them up off the floor before I left and tucked them into my pocket. I had to leave them in my truck today, because I didn’t want anyone else catching the scent.

  We’ve got a lot of land that surrounds the big warehouse we call home and the place is pitch black. I pull up on the back side where it’s deserted and turn off my truck. I wait a few moments just to make sure no one is around and then put the panties to my nose. I inhale deep as I free my cock and start to stroke myself.

  My mouth waters as the aroma of her sweet little pussy fills my lungs. I think about all the dirty things I’d do to her if she were here in the truck with me as I pump my cock up and down. I’d make her bend over the console and stick her ass in the air while she sucked me off. I’d push my finger into her tight little asshole and make her moan as my cock went to the back of her throat. I’d flip her over and eat her pussy until the windows fogged up, then fuck her until the frame shook.

  I take her panties from my face and rub them on my balls as I cum. Visions of her riding me and clawing at my chest fill my mind as the thick cum rolls down my shaft. The orgasm is quick and dirty and not as good as the real thing. It’s cold out here as I clean myself up, but I feel more in control then I did before. Now I won’t go inside and take her like some animal. Now I can go in and make love to my bride.

  I miss her in my arms and I’m about to go fix that.

  Chapter Three

  Mina

  “Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I hear as he kisses my neck.

  I feel King’s rough hands running all over my body, his gruff beard scratching my soft skin as his mouth works against me. I breathe in his scent, letting it surround me. God, I missed him.

  I go to wrap my arms around him but get nowhere. “King,” I moan, knowing what he did. My eyes flutter open and the light on the nightstand gives me a clear view of him looking down at me.

  His deep blue eyes are intense, making me instantly wet between my legs. He looks tired and keyed up all at the same time. “Untie me.” I try to push against his weight, but he has my lower half pinned to the bed.

  “Can’t have you touching me right now,” he grunts out before his mouth takes mine.

  He kisses me hard, like he’s starved. I feel him take a deep breath as if he’s trying to get himself under control. All he does is kiss me and he doesn't take it any further for a long time.

  “Soft,” he mutters against my lips when he finally calms.

  I know he’s not talking to me but to himself. His mouth grows tender over mine right before his tongue licks across my lips. I open my mouth to invite him in, and he accepts. I try to deepen the kiss, wanting to have hard, rough sex, but King keeps it lazy and sweet.

  “Miss me?” he asks against my lips. I nod, trying to take his mouth again, but he’s in control. “I couldn’t breathe until I walked in this door.” His lips move down my neck. “Always such a good girl. Doing what I tell you.” I know he’s talking about me sleeping in his shirt. Maybe I do it because he tells me to, but I also do it because it reminds me of him. Smelling him around me while I sleep when he’s gone is the only way I can sleep without him.

  He grabs for the shirt, ripping it easily from my body and tossing it to the floor. He kneels between my legs and I see he’s completely naked already. My eyes go to his cock, sticking straight out. It’s tight and angry-looking on the tip as cum leaks down the head of it. I lick my lips. I want to take him into my mouth, but that�
�s something he’s never let me do before.

  His breathing is heavy, his chest puffing in and out. I pull at the ties around my wrists. I’m desperate to touch him. I’ve missed him so much and I need to feel him against me. I want to close the space between us and wrap myself around him. I want my hands on him, but he hardly lets me touch him when we have sex. Hence the bindings he installed on the bed. If he isn't pinning me down under him, he’s got me tied down in some way.

  I know why he does it without even having to ask. It’s all about control. It’s what he always has to have. He’s scared that, with me, it could break at any moment. I have a feeling I’m the only person who’s ever tested it. I like that, but what I like more is when it cracks. The reminder of the one time it happened has me lifting my hips and begging him to fall on top of me and brand me in every way, to leave little marks on my skin like the last time so I feel his passion on me for days. See it any time I look into the mirror.

  He gazes at the spot between my legs and this time he’s the one licking his lips.

  “King, sweetie, please let me go.” I wiggle my hips more. His big rough hands grab them to stop me from moving anymore.

  “Never,” he growls. His blue eyes look darker, then his mouth is on me.

  “Ahh!” I cry out as he goes straight for my clit, sucking it into his mouth. His hands keep me in place as he pushes me quickly towards an orgasm. I’ve been on edge since he left, so it only takes a second before I go off. The pleasure rushes through my body as I cry out, but King doesn't stop when I jerk against him. He keeps licking and sucking, pushing me towards another orgasm. He’s trying to wear me out. He’s been doing this since I’ve been testing his control.