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.

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