Controlled 2: Loving An Alpha Male

by S. K. Lessly

  “Andrew, that’s not necessary. I mean I—”

  “Yes, it is necessary. Based on what went down here earlier, I need to check just to make sure.”

  “For real? Don’t you think you’re overreacting?”

  Andrew tensed perceptively and narrowed his eyes on her. “No, I don’t,” he said simply, but with a bit of grit to his voice.

  Nyla, surrendering, put her hands up. “Okay, Andrew,” she said softly and opened her door. She stepped back and allowed Andrew entrance into her apartment.

  The search didn’t take too long. She only had one bedroom and a bathroom in the back of her apartment for him to search. She did, however, lock her door as he disappeared and turned on the lamp closest to the door so he could see as he walked. Nyla couldn’t help the anxiousness she felt as Andrew searched her apartment. She knew no one was here, but you never knew. Stranger things have happened. She went to turn on her second light and turned around just as he entered her living room. She started to say something smart and sarcastic but stopped herself when she saw the pensive look in his eyes.

  “Is everything okay?” she asked, feeling her heart rate pick up.

  “Yes, everything is fine,” he answered.

  He walked up to her, kissed her on the lips, and then walked to her door. Before he got there, he did an about-face. “I’ll call you when I get home. Will you still be up?”

  Nyla nodded as she moved closer to him. “Yes, I’m just going to peel myself out of this dress and get comfortable. Maybe take a few aspirin.”

  Andrew grunted and said, “Good. I hope I never see that damn dress again.”

  Nyla gave him a side eye. “What is it with you and this dress? I’ll have you know that I look good as hell in this dress.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yes! And for your information, I plan on wearing it again in the future.”

  “Humph! Over my dead body.”

  Nyla’s hands flew to her hips and settled her weight on one foot. “Andrew, who do you think—”

  “No, let me stop you right there,” Andrew interrupted curtly. He placed a lone finger up and shook his head as he continued. “There is no way in hell you’re wearing that dress again because I won’t allow it.”

  “Are you kidding me right now?! Are we really going to do this again? Didn’t you learn your lesson?” she scolded incredulously.

  “Apparently not and neither did you.”

  “Let’s get something straight!” Nyla scolded. Her eyes turned to narrow slits as she stalked closer to him. She could feel her flight or fight endorphins soaking her to her core. “You don’t own me. You don’t control me. I will wear whatever I want, whenever I want. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

  Andrew, mimicking Nyla, closed the gap between them, causing her to look up into his dark eyes. The look in them sent erotic chills down her spine. But, she ignored it. She was too pissed to be turned on right now.

  Andrew saw the defiance in her eyes and again, it drove him insane. He felt his inner being starting to stir. The control he had been holding on to was slowly slipping away and he welcomed it.

  “Yes, let’s get some things straight. The only thing you’ll achieve wearing this dress again is pissing me off. I’ll end up taking out my frustration on anyone that dares to look at you or feel brazen enough to touch you. Is that what you want?”

  Nyla’s eyes widened derisively as he spoke. Her body had tensed with every word that came out of his mouth. It seemed that every syllable that fell from his tight lips was drenched in fury. His eyes darkened. His mouth was set in a hard line. Nyla couldn’t believe it. Granted, she agreed with him that the dress was possibly too tight and maybe too short. She just didn’t expect it to bother him so much. However, she couldn’t give into him. She had a right to wear whatever she wanted and whenever she wanted. He needed to learn that fact fast.

  “You are insane,” she chided, shaking her head and pointedly pushing her finger into his hard, bare chest. “I will not have you dictate to me what I can or cannot wear. And you will not go around beating up people just because they’re looking at me. Jeez, Andrew…”

  “Then I suggest you never wear that dress again or anything else like it. Or else…”

  Nyla folded her arms underneath her chest. “Or else what?”

  “Or else, sweetheart, you will find yourself pinned up against the wall so fast you won’t have time to react. And once I have you right where I want you, I will rip this pretty little dress off your body and fuck you into submission.”

  “What?” She blurted breathlessly. She was dumbfounded. No, actually that wasn’t the right term she would use to describe her state of being. She was more turned on than anything else. “You’ve got to be joking,” she replied more to herself than to him.

  Andrew shook his head twice. “Oh, I am dead serious. I don’t joke about what’s mine. And, you are mine, Nyla Montgomery. You want to wear what you want, then that’s fine. You’ll suffer the consequences; me ripping the dress off your body right before I slide my cock into your sweet wet pussy. And I won’t be gentle about it either. I promise you it will be hard and rough. Best believe, baby, you’ll be screaming my name until you lose your fucking voice, begging me to stop. But, I won’t stop. No, I will continue to pound into your pussy over and over and fucking over until you understand that you belong to me. Your body is mine. Your pussy is mine. You are mine. No one will ever touch what’s mine. If they do, if they so much as breathe on you in a way that I don’t like, they will be dealt with swiftly.”

  Andrew stepped into her space, her breasts inches away from his chest. He looked down at her, possessiveness, dominance, and aggression laced all over his hard features. “Do you understand now what it means to be mine? Or do I have to show you?” he asked, his voice low, deep, and full of a salacious promise.

  Nyla looked up into his eyes speechless. If she had a pair of pearls on she’d clutch them right now. In fact, she remembered that she was wearing a necklace and quickly grabbed it. She gripped it tight, willing for her lungs to fill with air. She focused on his eyes and noticed that flecks of red were deepening in his irises. She had seen red in his eyes before and each time it had been when Andrew was on the brink of losing control.

  She felt his power, frustration, and anger all around her. It should’ve been scaring the shit out of her. But it wasn’t. Just the thought of him taking her pussy like a ravaged beast caused a slight whimper to suddenly escape her lips. Both her lips quivered and pulsed with hunger, both demanding to be taken, to be possessed by every part of this man.

  Nyla knew, that not only should she have been appalled with what he had just told her, she should have been enraged, cussing him out, and showing him the door. Common sense was screaming for her to do just that; to kick him out and never see him again. But that side of her was currently being overshadowed by a side that had been lusting after this man since the first day she had seen him. In a split second, Nyla forgot all about her anger. She forgot about his control issues and the fact that this man had serious anger problems.

  Nyla wanted him.

  She wanted his hands on her body, caressing and teasing her. Hell, if she belonged to him, then damn it, she wanted him to prove it. But the speech she had given him about taking their time came back to her mind. She couldn’t very well talk about taking it slow and give it up to him the very same day. What she felt she needed to do was give him just a bit of what she’d been feeling and hope that he would understand.

  Nyla calmed down and breathed out slowly. “You and I have a lot to learn about each other, don’t we?” She gave him a small smile.

  Andrew let out a choppy breath and nodded his head. “Yes, we do. Are you willing to do that?”

  That was a loaded question?

  Nyla laughed lightly and turned from Andrew. She walked deeper into her apartment. She headed toward her balcony door and opened the blinds to look outside. She then opened the door to bring in some o
f the summer air. She loved the summer, especially the summer nights. It didn’t get too cold here during the winter, but for some reason, the coolness of the summer made her feel good.

  Andrew stood by the front door for a moment before following her to the balcony door. He approached the lamp closest to him and turned off the light. He then walked to the second lamp and turned that off too, plunging them into semi-darkness with the street lamp outside their only source of light. Andrew then slowly ambled up to her and lightly touched her bare shoulder with his lips. He inhaled her and breathed out slowly, satisfaction now ebbing throughout his body. He smiled when he felt her shiver against him. The need to dominate and control her started breathing life into him again.

  Andrew lightly brushed his lips along her neck before kissing her there. His arm snaked around her waist and pulled her closer to him, her ass nestled up against his lower stomach.

  “What do you want, Nyla?” Andrew whispered close to her ear. He kissed her earlobe before he turned her around to face him. He cradled her face in his hands and looked deeply into her eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

  Nyla concentrated on her breathing, taking in this feral man. She was in trouble and she knew it. She was already in love with him. She also knew that he had the power to break her into little pieces. She should actually turn him down right now. But, she couldn’t do it. It was the look in his eyes that sealed the deal for her. She saw the vulnerability, the humbleness, and most of all, she saw the need for her in his eyes. It was strong and prominent throughout every part of his body, from the way he spoke to her, how he touched her and most of all it was in the way he looked at her. He was just as weak for her as she was for him.

  Nyla brought her hands up to the side of his face. She threaded her fingers through his hair, resting her hands behind his head. She pulled him closer to her and said just inches away from his lips. “I want you.”

  11

  In the shadows, one hundred yards away from the apartment building, a man stood watching the third-floor balcony window. Fury was burning within him. He was surrounded by fucking idiots who couldn’t do one simple job. Just one! He watched, expectantly, waiting for the fucker to come back downstairs to his car. But the piece of shit was taking forever to come downstairs. He saw her appear at her balcony window and his heart started picking up its pace. He assumed she was waiting for her company to appear since his car was parked right under her balcony. The man’s body went rigid with the anticipation of violence. He even started thinking about all the ways he was going to defy Nyla. His eyes drifted to the stairway expecting to see Pierce.

  Any second now… Any second…

  Darrius kept his eyes glued to the set of stairs coming from Nyla’s building, but he never showed. Suddenly, disappointment and doubt began to run through his veins as his eyes drifted back to Nyla’s balcony. Then just like that, he felt as if he was just hit by a freight train. Her lights went out.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he yelled bitterly and slammed his fist against the car next to him. He closed his eyes tight, trying not to think about what she was doing with him. He couldn’t believe this shit. For all he knew, shit could be going down now. That bitch!

  “You had one fucking job!” he scolded heatedly. “All you had to do was bring her to me. That was it. And you fucking blew it.”

  Darrius opened his eyes and looked to the quiet figure behind him. Disgusted and fighting the urge to put a bullet right between her eyes, he turned from the quiet statue behind him back to the window.

  “I had set her up masterfully. She was putty in your hands and you fucked it up.” He rolled his eyes and folded his arms in front of his muscled chest. “And they say your species is supposed to be superior,” he mumbled to himself. He then stood up straight, leaned his back against the black Land Rover, and closed his eyes again. He then rested his head against the passenger’s side window of the SUV. He took a few deep breaths and tried to think of a way to get out of this mess with his life. His blood pressure was in overdrive; his heart pounding against his chest. The summer night breeze picked up around him, trying to do its best to cool him down. Darrius removed his belt holster that housed his 9mm semi-automatic handgun. He took in a few more deep, relaxing breaths and once he felt some type of calm, he spoke again.

  “I should just kill you now or give you to him and be done with your useless ass, but I’m gonna to give you another chance to make it up to me.”

  “Yes, sir,” came from the cowering figure behind him and he scoffed in disgust at her weakness. He placed his gun, which was still holstered, on top of the SUV’s roof.

  “Now, you best figure out a way to take my mind off of your fuck up before I take my anger and frustrations out on you. Thanks to you, I need to come up with a plan B for both our sakes.”

  Darrius didn’t have to wait very long for the woman behind him to move. She walked around the truck to face him and reluctantly went to her knees. Darrius breathed out as the sound of his zipper being pulled down reverberated into the night. Her grip was light and hesitant, but the warmth from her mouth made the tension in his body relax. His eyes drifted up to the third-floor window again just as he saw the balcony light turn on.

  He saw her. Actually, he saw both of them. Nyla was hemmed up against the partially opened balcony door, and they looked to be kissing each other frantically. Damn, if he didn’t have the slurping sounds coming from the woman on her knees, he could probably hear them going at it all the way from here. They looked that intense. He started to tell the woman to shut up so he could hear, but he couldn’t mouth a word. He just watched, mesmerized at the spectacle that was going on in front of him. He saw her anchor her leg around his, and her hands disappear in front of her. Darrius assumed she was hugging him, maybe even touching him. Andrew’s hands were roaming over Nyla’s body, squeezing her flesh everywhere, especially her ass.

  Darrius groaned uncontrollably just thinking about the woman against the window. Nyla had a beautiful ass. He had often wondered what it would feel like in his hands. He bet it was soft. He bet she could work her ass too just the way he liked it.

  “Deeper…” he commanded, his imagination picturing Nyla kneeling in front of him instead of this bitch; his big dick in her mouth, giving her everything she wanted and more.

  Darrius, feeling his balls tightening, unfolded his arms from his chest and placed his fingers into the woman’s hair. He gripped her hair as tight as he could and started grinding against her mouth. A glorious sensation began to flow through his body. He grunted his pleasures into the night, wanting to move his eyes off of the couple and onto the woman on her knees, but he couldn’t. He was transfixed on the couple, waiting for them to give him more, but also pissed off because he’d never gotten the chance to fuck her. And oh, did he want to…

  “Fuck,” he growled as he felt his release building. He started circling his hips against the sensation faster, ignoring the gagging sounds coming from the woman. He closed his eyes as his impeding orgasm began to paralyze his body. He cursed into the night just as his hot seed sprayed into the woman’s mouth. His body weakened quickly as he pumped a few more times before he pulled out of her mouth and with his eyes still closed, he fell back against the SUV spent. Darrius tucked himself back into his pants. His chest was heaving just as fast as his heartbeat was and the tingling that had once run through his veins began to subside.

  But, because Darrius’ eyes were closed and completely distracted, he had missed the warning signs that his life had become endangered. He hadn't felt the air around him drop twenty degrees; despite the summer air. He had missed the utter silence that immediately encircled him and most importantly, he failed to notice the moment when a pair of rage-filled, crimson eyes locked on him in the dark shadows of the parking lot.

  What he was fully aware of, however, was how the hairs on the back of his neck had awakened and risen. His eyes shot open and he looked around, expecting to see something or someone, but there was nothing there
. Then Darrius looked up and noticed that the lights to Nyla’s balcony had been turned off. They were gone.

  He frowned and sucked his teeth. Fucking whore, he said to himself and shook his head. He buckled his pants and looked at the woman in front of him. He started to tell her to go knock on Nyla’s door just to interrupt whatever was going on in her apartment, when her eyes widened and her head swiveled to her left, panicked.

  Darrius stiffened and grabbed his gun and holster from the roof of the Land Rover.

  “What is it? Is it Pierce?” he asked her, looking in the direction she was now facing.

  “No, but close enough. We gotta go now!” the woman barked and quickly walked around the driver’s side door to the truck. She jumped in and started the engine before Darrius even had time to react to her words and get inside the truck.

  “What the fuck is going on?” Darrius looked at her as she sped out of the parking lot, tires skidding on the asphalt. Darrius noticed the fear in her eyes, something that he hadn't seen since the months he had known her. And how she looked as if she was running from death itself. "Who’s out there?"

  “Believe me, you don’t want to know. I just hope he didn’t see us,” she replied and continued driving as fast as she could.

  Darrius, growing tired of her cryptic responses, grabbed her arm and snatched it toward him. The movement didn't do much, but she at least brought her golden eyes to him.

  “Who are we running from?” he asked her again, calmer this time.

  But the woman didn’t respond. She was too busy trying to weave through traffic safely as well as creating a sizable distance between them and the apartment complex. She looked in the rearview mirror to see if anyone was following her. When she didn’t see anything or sense anything, she breathed out a sigh of relief. She smiled and started to tell Darrius that the coast was clear when blue and red strobe lights appeared behind them.