Taking What's His (Forced Submission Book 4)(2)

By: Alexa Riley

“Evening, Sly. You want your usual?” Betty asks, coming out from the kitchen. I feel Cameron relax in my hold, probably comforted by the fact that the waitress knows me.

“Coffee.” I keep my eyes locked with Cameron’s. “To go.”

“Coming up.”

“It’s a while until the next stop. You want anything for the road?” I lie to Cameron, releasing her arm and standing up to pull out my wallet. I leave a five dollar bill for the coffee on the counter.

“You don’t even know if we’re going the same way.” Her resolve is slipping as she steps a little bit closer to my trap.

I want to tell her it doesn’t matter. From this moment on, she’ll go where I take her. She’ll make my long drives a lot less lonely. She’ll be mine to do with as I please. I’ll be her everything. I’ll consume every part of her until I’m the only thing she has. But I don’t tell her this. Instead I give her words that will ease her doubts about coming with me.

“My mama would skin my hide if she found out I left a young woman stranded somewhere. Wherever you need to go, darlin’, I’ll take you.”

“Dallas?” She has a hopeful look in her eyes, like this might just work out.

“I could use me some good brisket. Sounds like a plan.”

A smile lights up her face and I see relief wash over her. “Thank you.”

“Coffee’s ready, Sly.” Betty breaks into our conversation and I nod my thanks as I take the coffee.

“Truck’s this way.” I open the door for her and point towards my truck. Making our way over to passenger side, I help her in, shutting the door behind her. A door that can only be unlocked from the outside. She’s so close now I can taste it, and I’ll be tasting her soon.

I make my way around to my side, climb in, fire up the ignition and pull out onto the highway. I need to get space between us and everything else.

“You want to talk about it?”

She licks her plump lips, drawing my eyes there. She’s stalling, making it clear she doesn’t want to talk about it. “Not really. It’s a long story to tell.”

“We’ve got lots of time,” I say, reaching over and placing my hand on her bare knee. Why on earth would she be running around in a little dress like that? She tenses at my touch, but I make no move to remove my hand. Why would I? She belongs to me now. The sooner she realizes that and comes to terms with it the better.

“I just needed to get away so I left without thinking it through. I got myself a little lost. Thank you again for taking me to Dallas. It’s a huge help.”

“How thankful are you?” I glance over at her, taking my eyes of the road for just a second. She goes completely still under my hand. Her breathing picks up, pushing her breasts against the bodice of her sundress.

“Please,” she says, her voice cracking on the word. Her face has gone white, and the reality of the situation she’s gotten herself into sinks in.

“Cameron, we can do this the hard way or the easy way. That’s up to you, sweetheart. But either way you’ll be giving me what I want.” I slide my hand up her leg, under her dress. She squeezes her legs together trying to stop me.

“Hard it is.” I yank my hand out from between her legs, grabbing a fistful for her black silky hair in my hand, using it to pull her towards me, and I take her mouth in a hard kiss. It’s over fast, and I wish I could’ve taken her lips for a while longer, but that will have to wait until I find a secluded place. Until then I’m going to enjoy a little taste of what I’ve been waiting for my whole life.

I don’t want to hurt her, but I need her to obey me. Releasing her hair, I reach down to pull out the knife I have wrapped around my calf. I toss it onto the dashboard and the metallic clank echoes in the truck.

“I’m sorry! Please, I’ll do whatever you want! Please don’t hurt me!”

“Never doubted you wouldn’t do what I wanted. Knew you’d be mine the moment your eyes locked on mine.” I look over and see her frozen in place. “Now, where was I?” Licking my lips, I eye her legs, still closed tightly. “Give me your underwear.”