Literaria: A sexy Halloween thanks to Alexa Riley

Halloween was never so naughty as when imagined by author ALEXA RILEY. Here comes her TAKING WHAT'S WICKED!

On Halloween you're supposed to dress up and have some naughty fun, but Sabrina's costume has invited more wickedness than she expected. The guy at the bar seemed so nice, until he got her out in the alley behind the bar and his friend joins in. That's when she knew there was no escape.

Dante and Porter have been watching the little witch at the bar all night. They've decided to make her their toy for the evening, but she has no idea. They've been waiting for this moment, and now’s their chance.

This Halloween ménage is packed with filthy goodness and dark desire. Hold on to your broomsticks, and enjoy the ride!

MY OPINION

If you're in the mood for some adult-themed Halloween fun, you're in for a treat. Do you know Alexa Riley? You should, right away! She comes loaded with very naughty behaviour and hard blushing-inducing words. Just like Porter and Dante in this story, her fifth in the Forced Submission series.

Two men who have no qualms in snatching a curvy witch from a bar and subjecting her to a love fest of epic and hot proportions. They have a dirty mouth and dirtier ideas to recreate with their victim's unwillingly aroused body.

I myself blushed a little while reading the string of foul language as these two hotties happily defiled Sabrina until she couldn't resist any more pleasure. As usual, the authors wraps up the deed with a little twist, yet it happen too soon. i really, really wanted more!

READY FOR AN EXCERPT?

The thump of loud music beats across Wicked. The hole in the wall bar is packed for Halloween—a holiday when women like to wear as little as possible, tempting and teasing men. None of them catch my eye even as they grind against each other on the dance floor, wanting as much male attention as they can get. No, my eye is still on the little tempting witch at the bar and has been since she strolled in. She sat her sweet ass in that bar stool, and I couldn’t look away from her if my life depended on it. She’s pulling me to her like she has cast some spell on me, but I’m being patient. If we want this to go exactly right, we’ve got to take our time. We’ve been here for a long time, waiting for just the right moment, and this is it.

I shoot back the rest of my Jack, not taking my eyes off her, worried that someone might get to her before I do. She’s ours, and I won’t let anyone steal her from us. Maybe she’s really a witch, because that’s what it’s starting to feel like. It’s like I’m under a spell, and I can’t control my dark urges. Thing is, she hasn’t seemed to notice either of us, unlike most of the other women in here.

She keeps giving her soft smile and little laughs to the bartender as she sips some green-colored drink in a fancy cup. I’m surprised a place like this serves something like that. Normally in a dump like this, all you can get is a beer or some whiskey. Maybe she’s using some of that magic on the bartender too, because she seems to get whatever she wants from him.

The thought has me on my feet, pressing through the sea of bodies on the dance floor. One woman tries to grab me by the arm to pull me to her, but I just keep moving, breaking her hold. The smell of her cheap perfume wafts over me as I push on.

When I finally make it to the little witch, I can’t stop myself from discreetly leaning into her and smelling her hair. The smell of cinnamon fills my lungs. F*ck, I’m going to love smelling that all night as I pound into her cunt. When we’re done with her, the only thing I’ll be able to smell on her is cum. She’ll never be able to wash the smell of it away from her skin.

Sliding onto the stool next to her, I let my body brush up against hers, drawing her attention. Her dark chocolate-brown eyes meet mine, and a blush hits her cheeks. I don’t know why she’s embarrassed. Dressed like she is, she’s obviously begging for some attention. Though I don’t think she had in mind the kind of attention we’re going to give her. Too late, little witch. You’re already ours. There is no going back now.

I look into her dark eyes, and something passes between us. She has an innocence about her, and the animal inside me wants to eat it alive. I want to hold her down and ruin her body so she’ll never know a moment in her life when I wasn’t a part of her. A primal need to dominate her crawls up my spine, and I intend to act on it. Whether she likes it or not.

“Can I get you another?” the bartender asks, breaking the spell. Once again, she had me bewitched, and I got lost in her eyes. I have the urge to reach over the bar and punch him right in the f*cking throat for even talking to her.

“She’s good,” I answer for her. I give the bartender a look that has him holding his hands up and walking away. I’m not a small guy, and it usually only takes a glance to get people to move. When I shoot a look at someone they act fast, and lucky for the bartender, he got my message loud and clear. Mine. Back the f*ck off or else.

ABOUT THE MASTERMIND

I'm Alexa Riley! Mom, wife, and business woman by day and smut writer by night. I specialize in the Dirty Date Night reading. I wrote my first book, Owning Her Innocence, because well, I just couldn't find any daddy books to my liking. So I sat down and just started writing, bringing the fantasies I find myself often dancing to in the dark of night to life, one page at a time.

Alexa Riley is my alter ego. I can't let the other soccer moms know what I'm up to or the guys at work for that matter. Little do they know that they've got nothing on my dirty talk.

I'm here to give you a quick fix of filthy dirty smut.

Got a few hours to kill? Then I'm what you're looking for.

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