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Taking What’s OWED
Forced Submission Series
Alexa Riley
Contents
Taking What’s OWED
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Taking What’s MINE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
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Taking What’s OWED
by Alexa Riley
Forced Submission Series
Book 7
They say running is good for your health. But Marley finds out that it’s the most dangerous thing she’s ever done.
Harrison knows exactly what he wants and what’s owed to him. She thinks she’s safe out here alone, but she’s never been in more danger.
WARNING! Welcome back to the Forced Submission series. Just like before, these books contain situations involving forced submission and dubious consent. These themes are 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!
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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.
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For Lisa…
It’s been a long wait, but we hope it was worth it.
We miss you.
Chapter One
Marley
Fuck running.
Britney Spears is blasting in my ears telling me that I need to work bitch, but my thighs are burning and I can’t breathe. I can literally feel the bounce of my ass with each stride on the pavement. Sweat is pouring down my face and back, and I wanted to give up four minutes ago. But I keep on pushing as I visualize the wedding dress I need to fit into this spring.
I never thought I’d want a big fancy wedding, but it’s important to Teddy. He says he wants to give me a fairy tale, and I can’t say that didn’t melt my resolve a little. Having the man you love, the man of your dreams, say he wants to dress you up and show you off to the whole town is pretty special.
Why doesn’t anyone talk about boob sweat? I’ve got on a bra with a sports bra over the top of it, and I’m still jiggling. I’m not the right size to be a runner, but I keep thinking this is what fit people do.
Teddy would be pissed if he knew I was out here on the trail alone. The sun isn’t even up yet, but it’s summertime in Florida, and I’ve got to do it before it’s a thousand degrees outside. It’s not even six a.m. and I’m already drenched.
My thighs rub together and I know it’s going to burn later when I get in the shower. God, I’m exhausted, but I’m so close to being finished.
“Wedding dress, wedding dress, wedding dress,” I chant to myself as Eminem tells me to lose myself.
The park is pretty well lit, and it’s close to the highway. There’s a perimeter loop trail that’s only partially in the woods, so for the most part, I’ve got a visual of everything around me. I can see the parking lot in the distance and as soon as I hit that, I can stop. The last part of the trail is covered in trees and the shaded canopy provides a cool-down right before I reach my car.
Even the faded light from the sunrise darkens as I enter the woods, and the cool, crisp smell of morning fills my tired lungs. Relief is so close, and I push my shaking legs to sprint the last of the trail, trying desperately to end this fresh hell I’ve chosen to put my body through.
It’s taken every ounce of strength in me to get to this point, and I’m so close I can almost taste the celebratory latte I’m going to get on the way home.
But I don’t make it.
The earbuds, cranked as loud as they can go, drown out the sound of the man coming up behind me. I didn’t hear his grunts or heavy footfalls as he came after me. The focus I had on my car up ahead distracted me from noticing the second car in the parking lot. My sore body was my sole focus as big strong arms wrapped around me.
My feet leave the ground as air is squeezed from my lungs. At first I’m shocked, but then panic registers immediately. I don’t have breath to scream, and just as I try to inhale, a hand clamps over my mouth.
I’m wrestled off the trail as my tired legs kick and twist and my arms fight uselessly at my sides. I try to call on all those serial killer documentaries I’m obsessed with to think of what to do next. I know I can’t go to a second location, and while terror and adrenaline are pumping through my veins, I try to focus.
My cries against his hand are completely useless, and it’s not like I have the breath to do it any louder. I’m exhausted from my run, but I’m covered in sweat and try to use that to my advantage.
Turning my face from side to side I try to bite the man’s hand. My earbuds have come out and now the only sound I can hear is his heavy breathing.
“Quit that,” he growls in my ear, his voice so deep it causes me to freeze.
I look around and notice he’s got me off on the side of the trail, just at the edge of the woods. I’m not a big girl by any means, and this guy has got me a good two feet off the ground. My kicks are useless as he continues to walk me towards the trees, and my brain blanks on what to do next. Am I supposed to conserve my energy for an escape, or do I fight right now? Everything I swore I would remember if something like this happened is gone and now I don’t know what the hell to do.
The thick evergreens are still dark in the early hours, and as he carries me into them chills break out across my arms.
He comes to a stop and my panic rises another notch as his lips press against my neck. “If I take my hand off your mouth are you going to scream?”
Fuck yes, I’m going to scream, but I’m not stupid. I shake my head, waiting on him to remove his hand, but then I feel his lips on my neck pull into a smile.
“Liar.” His voice is hoarse, like he’s been chewing on gravel.
I shake my head again, this time trying to really put my heart into it. Even though the second his hand moves I’m going to scream so loud I’ll summon creatures from the depths of the sea.
“As much as I want to hear you scream, princess,” he says, tightening his arm around me even more, “I want to keep you all to myself.”
The cool damp grass presses against my legs as he lowers me to the ground. He somehow keeps a hand on my mouth as I wrestle against him. I kick and throw my hands out, but his body is so heavy. He uses it to push me down on my back as he ties a cloth around my mouth. It’s not tight, but it covers my mouth, and though I scream as loud as I can, it’s muffled against the material.
Opening my eyes, I see him looking over me, a gray jogging hood over his head and face. I can’t see his eyes, only his full lips and white teeth. I watch as his tongue slides over the straight line of his incisors. The t
rees are a dark blanket behind him and just for a split second I wish I could see under the hood.
The distraction is enough for him and he uses it to his advantage. He cuffs both my wrists in one of his hands, while his lower body pins my entire body down. The size difference between us would be comical if I weren’t trying to fight for my life.
Aren’t I supposed to be appealing to his humanity? Isn’t that something they tell victims to do? I start pleading through the cloth over my mouth, but the begging only makes his smile more sinister.
“Oh, I like the sound of that,” he says, leaning down. “I think you’ll be doing a lot of it while we play.”
My heartbeat doubles as his dark laugh fills my ears.
Chapter Two
Harrison
I roll out of bed already knowing what I’m going to do. So does my rock-hard cock. I’ve got a need that only one women will satisfy. She’s been shaking it around this building long enough and it’s time to lay my claim. A man can only take so much before he breaks.
I walk into my closet, grabbing a pair of black sweatpants and a black shirt before going into the bathroom and getting ready. I stare into the mirror for a moment, looking at myself. I smile knowing today I’m going to fulfill a craving I’ve been dying to sate, and she is going to take it.
Lately it's all I can think about. Forcing my way between her thick thighs and making her take my cock over and over again…
The things I plan to do to her should make me feel some kind of guilt, but the only thing on my mind is a single thought. Mine.
The need to have her is consuming and I want to mark every part of her body. I have the need to leave teeth marks on the insides of her thighs. Little bruises on her hips from my hands holding her down while I pump deep in her. Love bites all over her chest and neck, and swollen lips from sucking my cock.
I grip the bathroom counter and grunt as a few drops of cum leak out of my cock. I’m pissed it’s being wasted. Every drop should be taken by her body. I let go after a moment, getting myself under control. I’m too excited and I need to cool down.
I pull out my phone and check the tracker. It’s something I've been doing for a while now. I always know where she is at any given moment.
Smiling, I head for the front door, grabbing my zip-up gray hoodie and pulling it on on the way. When I get to the park, I park near her car and begin jogging, and it doesn't take me long to catch up to her. When I’m finally close enough to see what she’s wearing, my blood starts to boil. I clench my teeth together, trying to hold on to my control by a thin thread. I thought I was over excited before, now I feel as if I’m trying not to come out of my skin.
Her black leggings hug every curve of her body, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her boobs bounce in the tightest sports bra I've ever seen in my life. They look like they are trying to escape out of the top with every bounce. By the time I'm done there will be nothing left of her outfit.
I move behind her, but she doesn't hear me over the music in her ears. I tell myself she's asking for it. She’s running in this little outfit, begging for attention. She’s not paying any attention to what's happening around her. What does she expect a man to do? She's fresh meat and she needs to be taught a lesson about tempting men.
I can’t stand it any longer and I reach out, grabbing her. My hand goes to her mouth to stop any screams. My other arm wraps around her waist, locking her arms at her side. I pick her up easily, and though she kicks her legs out, I have no problems carrying her into the woods.
She tries to fight me, but it's no use. She’s no match for someone my size. I'm over a foot taller than her, and though she’s curvy, I’m a barrel-chested heavyweight with about a hundred pounds on her. She’s like a little blonde doll compared to me.
“If I take my hand off your mouth are you going to scream?” I ask her, already knowing the answer. She’s struggling and it’s made my hard cock painful. The feel of her soft thighs against my length has me rubbing it against her, looking for some kind of relief.
She shakes her head.
“Liar.” My mouth trails over her neck where I want to sink my teeth in.
She shakes her head again, trying to make me believe her, but it only makes me smile.
“As much as I want to hear you scream, princess,” I say as I squeeze her even tighter, “I want to keep you all to myself.”
No one else will get to hear her like this. I've waited long enough for it, and I won't be sharing her with anyone. I also don't want to be interrupted right now.
I take her down to the ground, needing to get her under control. She fights against my hold but it's no match as I get on top of her. She begs and pleads, and it takes everything in me to not cum at the sweet protests. If she only knew the power she had over me.
“Oh, I like the sound of that,” I say, leaning down over her. “I think you’ll be doing a lot of it while we play.”
Her bright green eyes widen as I cover her mouth with a cloth to silence her. After that, I pin her hands over her head with one of mine.
Fuck. The soft cushion of her body under mine is heaven. I have the control to do whatever I want to her, but first I need relief. I’ve got to take the edge off or this will be over too fast.
Reaching between us, I slip my hand down inside my sweats and pull out my cock. The cool air hits the throbbing length and I hiss as the wet tip glistens.
Her eyes grow even bigger as I start to stroke myself against her. She’s still trying to plead behind the cloth in her mouth, but it's no use.
“You want me to do this,” I growl at her. “This way I’ll last longer.”
I grin at her as I stroke myself harder. She tries to move in panic, but all that does is excite me. A few quick jerks and I’m cumming. The sight of her under me is too much, and I watch as my cum hits her exposed belly. The thick cream runs down her sides, but I bring my hand to it and rub it into her skin.
Chapter Three
Marley
Before I can react to the big beast cumming on me, he’s picking me up off the ground and throwing me over his shoulder. What the fuck is happening?
I shout the question into the cloth over my mouth as he sprints toward the car. I can’t believe how fast he’s moving, and before I can think to fight or rip the thing off my mouth, we’re in the parking lot. How had it taken me forever to run this trail and he’d managed it in a matter of seconds?
I see my car and adrenaline starts to course through me. I have the key tucked into my bra. If I can somehow get away, will I have enough time to get in and lock the door?
“Don’t even think about it,” he warns me, again reading my thoughts.
He puts me on my feet and before I know what’s happening he’s reaching down the front of my sports bra and pulling out my hidden car key. I shout a protest as he pockets the key, then opens the driver side door to his giant SUV. He shoves me in and for half a second I’m behind the wheel of his car. But before long he’s pushing me over and climbing in beside me. It’s an old-style Suburban with one long bench seat in the front.
Instinctively I reach for the door handle on the other side, but it’s gone. There’s a gaping hole where one used to be, and there’s no way to open the locked door from the inside. My heart is beating out of my chest as I look back to see him closing his door and locking us in the cab.
The space should be big, but his body is bigger, so already I’m feeling caged inside. Finally realizing my arms and legs are free I reach up and tug down the cloth that’s been covering my mouth. I turn so my legs are facing him, ready to kick, and watch him lean back in his seat comfortably.
“What do you want?” I ask, still panting from the exhaustion of my run, and now the adrenaline pumping in my veins.
“You.”
His one-word answer is dark and low, and though his face is still hooded, there’s no mistaking the fact that he’s staring right at me. Right between my legs.
I open my mouth to try and talk re
ason into him, but his arm shoots out and snatches my wrist pulling me over to him.
“I think since you’ve uncovered that mouth, it’s time we put it to good use.”
Heat rolls down my back as he tugs me over to his lap and reaches down with his free hand. I bite my lip as I watch him slide down his loose sweats and pull out his naked cock.
The hand that was on my wrist goes to the back of my neck and he grips my hair tightly.
“If…” I lick my lips and try again. “If I do this, will you let me go?”
I’m trying to think of something I could say to ease his anger. Maybe if he sees I’m cooperating he’ll go easy on me. Right now, he looks aggressive and rough.
His grip tightens at my words and he doesn’t answer me.
“I’ll do a really good job,” I say, but this seems to only make him madder.
“Do you like sucking dick?” he growls, and my legs begin to tremble. “Let’s see how you do, and then we’ll talk.”
I look down once again to the third leg he’s got stretched out in front of me. Involuntarily my pussy clenches and I know she’s worried about that angry monster getting a hold of her.
“Watch the teeth,” he warns from under his hood as he moves my face to his cock.
The hard length is an inch from my mouth and his fresh clean smell hits me. Though I don’t want it to, my mouth waters as I open my lips over the tip.