Wanted - Dead or Alive: A Bad Boy Outlaw Romance

by Alpha, Alyssa

  I shudder. I really need to stop letting my imagination run away with me, and I need to focus. This is real life, not some stupid movie. Plus, it’s not like I’m alone. Dexter is here with me, and I’m pretty sure someone built as powerfully as him could take out any bastard that tried to kill me. I just need to stop worrying.

  “Here,” Dexter finally says, yanking me out of my crazy thoughts.

  “Right,” I reply, just as stiffly. My blood starts to run cool throughout my body, proving that I’ve probably just gone as white as a sheet. I’ve never been very good at keeping my emotions inside; they’re always plastered all over my face.

  I stand frozen for a few seconds before Dex takes the lead and knocks hard on the door. He doesn’t give me a moment to collect myself, which is actually probably a good thing. It means that I can’t talk myself out of it. Despite that, the thump sends shockwaves right through me.

  Stop it, I scold myself in my mind. Now is not the time to be afraid. I need to pull myself together and just get through this. Whatever I discover in this apartment is much better than not knowing anything at all. The last four months of torture have shown me that much. I might be afraid now, but I don’t feel like I’m living on a knife’s edge so much anymore. My life has meaning again, and I need that.

  When no one answers, I press my ear up against the door. “Hello?” I call out. If she’s hiding because she thinks we’re that monster, I want to put her mind at ease right away. “Nic? It’s me, it’s Willa.”

  Nothing.

  My heart flutters all the way down to my shoes as hopelessness consumes me. I know that I’d tried to tell myself this place might not hold all of the answers, but deep down, I’d desperately been hoping that it would. This gossamer thin piece of thread is all that I was hanging on to, and now that it’s slowly vanishing to nothing, I don’t know what I’ll do.

  “They might not be home. This doesn’t necessarily mean anything,” Dex says.

  I nod, trying to smile weakly at his attempt at making me feel better, but all that comes out is a grimace. I want to see my sister so badly, to confirm that I’d been told the truth. I know I won’t be able to fully accept that she’s alive until I see her with my own eyes again.

  Seeing my heartbroken expression, Dex speaks again. “Okay, so how are we going to break in?”

  “Break in?” I hiss. “Are you insane? We can’t break in! Aren’t you in enough trouble at the moment? No, we just need to…”

  My words trail off, seeing as I have no idea how to complete that sentence.

  “We aren’t going in to steal anything. We’re just going in to find out more about a missing person—one who’s very likely in danger,” Dex replies. I can see that he’s trying to press all of my buttons to get me to agree with him. I don’t let it show, but it’s actually working. “And I already told you, I didn’t actually kill the guy.”

  “Oh, god,” I blurt out, trying to stifle a laugh. Trust Dexter to have to take this moment to defend himself. It’s strangely enough to break the bubble of tension that’s been surrounding me.

  After a few seconds, I emit a small sound of agreement. “Do you know how to do it without being obvious? I don’t really want to cause too much damage if we can help it.”

  The incredulous look Dexter gives me immediately silences me. Of course a man like him knows how to discreetly break in to someone’s home…why did I even think that I needed to ask?

  I try to avert my eyes as he fusses around with the rickety old lock, which looks like it might fall apart at any moment anyway. I figure the less I know about all of this, the better.

  “Okay, we’re in,” he announces a moment later with a smug expression on his handsome face.

  “Already?”

  I don’t intend to sound impressed, but somehow I do anyway. I just can’t believe how easy that was. It makes me worry about my own safety…not that I have a door someone can unlock without a key. I don’t even have a couch anymore. All I have is a car that doesn’t work…

  God, I cannot worry about all of my crap right now. It’ll only send me spiraling down into unnecessary anxiety. One thing at a time— that’s the only way I’m going to be able to do this.

  Dexter goes through the door first, presumably to see if there’s any immediate danger, and I tiptoe behind. All of this feels so wrong. I know that I shouldn’t be here, but I also know that there’s nowhere else in the world that I should be right now.

  “They still live here,” Dexter says, almost right away. He sounds so certain that I almost weep.

  “How can you tell?” I ask, my heart skipping a beat.

  “Mail,” he replies. “There isn’t a stack of it piled up at the door, and there’s an opened letter addressed to your sister from two days ago, sitting right there on the table.”

  “How…?” I start to ask before quickly changing my mind. I don’t think I really want to know how he knows so much about the ways to tell these things. “Okay, so now what do we do?”

  Clearly he’s going to know what to do much better than me, so I might as well use his expertise.

  “Well, we’ve established that Nicolette still lives here. That guy in the picture,” he says, pointing to a photograph on the mantelpiece. “Must be Lucas. He doesn’t look too bad.”

  I follow where his finger is aiming and quickly see that he’s right. We could be wrong of course, but Lucas just seems to have the look of someone quite decent. Plus, the apartment is nicely kitted out and very tidy, so it obviously isn’t some sort of horrendous drug den—fear that I hadn’t realized I even had until this very moment.

  “Unless there’s anything specific that you want to look for, then I guess we just wait until they get home,” Dex continues.

  I nod mutely before following his lead and sitting down on the nearest chair. All we need to do now is wait, so why does this feel like the hardest thing in the entire world? I could almost burst with the tension of it all.

  After a while, a weird energy starts to fill the room, and I quickly notice that this is the first time we’ve been alone since our erotic encounter the previous night.

  “I…”

  “Do you…”

  We both start to speak at the same time before falling into an awkward silence again. What the hell has happened to us? Haven’t we been through far too much to suddenly feel uncomfortable around one another? This is just bizarre.

  “Would you like me to see if there’s anything to eat or drink?” I finally ask, trying to lighten the atmosphere and make things feel a little more normal.

  Dexter shakes his head, and I glance up into his brooding eyes to notice that a dark expression has overcome his face. I quickly realize that he’s certainly hungry—just not for something to eat.

  I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve never been under the scrutinizing gaze of someone who so clearly wanted to devour me before. It makes me feel powerful and powerless all at once.

  I open my mouth to speak, to say anything, but before I get the opportunity, his mouth is on mine and he’s kissing me like it’s the first and last time he’ll ever kiss anyone.

  At first I become completely submissive to him, allowing him to completely lead to where all of this is going. The fact that my sister and her new boyfriend could walk in at any moment completely escapes me. I don’t think I could stop right now, even if they did…

  But then his hands start to trail all over my body, under my clothes and finally onto my breasts. Something about the groan that escapes his lips as his fingers find my nipples makes me feel even more powerful. I become a sexy seductress, and I find myself wanting to show him this side of me—one that is only very newly discovered.

  I pull his shirt off over his head, admiring the way that his muscles ripple as I do, and then I tug off my own while he unhooks my bra. Exposing myself in this way to someone new is something I usually only do under a duvet in the dark. I’m normally very shy about it.

  But not this time.


  Instead I wriggle out from underneath him, twist him round and sit in his lap. I take a second to admire him, drinking him all in, and I rest my forehead against his, looking deep into his eyes, before placing a soft, sweet kiss on his lips.

  Then I completely change from the sweet innocent girl to the confident sex goddess. I slide down his body until my knees slump on the floor with a soft thud, and I don’t break eye contact with him while I unbuckle his belt, shove his jeans down and finally pull him free of his underwear.

  His thick length stands to attention and I can’t help but ogle its beauty. I’ve never been one for admiring a dick, but Dexter’s makes me want to stare for hours. As I run my fingers up and down his shaft, enjoying the feel of him in my hand, I can see him biting his lip to stop himself from letting out a groan.

  He’s wondering what I’m about to do next, which means I’ve got him just where I want him. I move my lips closer, pressing another sweet kiss on him, only this time it’s on his cock. He moans, writhing beneath me, and his edgy desire is all-too apparent in the way he’s tensing his thick, muscular thighs.

  I smile to myself before moving in for the kill and wrapping my mouth around him. His cock almost completely fills my mouth, but it isn’t in an unpleasant way. I bob my head and trace my lips up and down, flicking my tongue as I go and loving every single second of it.

  Who knew that I was going to be the type of girl who enjoyed giving blowjobs? I certainly never suspected that of myself.

  “Oh God.” Dexter lets out a low groan. “You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you? Fucking filthy.”

  After a few moments of getting him really riled up, I pull my mouth away. As much fun as this is, I need to feel him inside me. Now.

  I don’t think I can go another second without finding out just how it feels to be fucked by Dex Hart.

  He’s panting now, but he’s not annoyed that I’ve stopped. In fact, he leans right in and kisses me hard, nibbling on my lower lip. He wants this, just as much as I do.

  I’m ready for him now. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been and I don’t think I’ll be able to stand being teased. I need him now, right this second. This is a moment that I’ve been waiting for my whole life.

  I yank my pants down as if they are the most inconvenient thing in the entire world. Then, I feel my panties peel away and finally I’m naked. I hear the rustling sound of the rest of Dexter’s clothes leaving his body too, and seeing him naked fills me with an even deeper heart-pounding thrill.

  This is it. It’s about to happen.

  I feel a little like a teenager about to lose her virginity—which I suppose in an emotional kind of way, I am. I’ve had sex before, of course; I had the same boyfriend, Ben, for nearly eighteen months before we broke up. It just never felt passionate or exciting. I never felt like I had to have him that second. We just sort of limped along, like ‘this is what we should be doing’. I always felt like Ben was only with me because he didn’t want to be alone, just like I was with him.

  He certainly wasn’t too cut up when I ended things before I left. He just gave me the typical Ben-style indifference.

  Now that I’m here doing this with Dexter, I’ve never been more grateful to have finished things with Ben in my life. If none of this had happened, we could have ended up stuck together forever, growing increasingly resentful for each other’s presence in our lives. Life would have been dull, routine, and utterly boring.

  Dexter forces any memories of the past out of my mind by pushing me backwards and off him, and at first I wonder what the hell he’s doing. Is he really pushing me away? How humiliating.

  But then I realize that he just wants to get a good look at me in all of my naked glory.

  I should feel awkward, embarrassed, and even ashamed. I’ve never exactly been proud of my body, but under Dexter’s admiring gaze, I feel like I’m the sexiest woman on the entire planet. I actually want him to keep looking at me.

  But then he pulls me close once more. “I can’t take this anymore,” he murmurs.

  He pulls me onto his lap, and I can feel his cock throbbing against me. It’s begging for entrance and I’m desperate to comply, so I angle myself just right and slide down the length of him, gasping as I go. He feels incredible inside me, so much better than I could have ever imagined.

  “Oh, fuck, baby. You feel amazing.” Dexter is almost completely succumbing to me now, which is the complete opposite of how all of this started when I was underneath him, allowing him to consume me.

  Now I’m in control, and I’m going to make this fucking amazing.

  I lean forward and grip him so that his cock is rubbing against my clit as we move, and then we devour each other in the best way possible. It doesn’t take long before I feel the same waves of pleasure start to build up inside me again. How did I go for eighteen months having sex with none of this amazing release? It almost seems like it was completely pointless given how fantastic this feels.

  “Oh, god!” I cry out, showing Dexter that I’m already getting close. He wraps his lips around one of my nipples, teasing and tugging at it with his tongue and teeth. Although it feels a little painful, it isn’t a bad kind of pain. In fact, it actually heightens all of my sensations; another unexpected surprise.

  This day is just full of them.

  “Oh god, Dexter,” I moan again. I don’t even care that the whole apartment building can probably hear us. This is the most astounding thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

  Then the pleasure shatters through my body, causing me to completely and utterly fall apart in Dexter’s arms. He kisses me as I climax, and this action makes me feel more connected to anyone than I ever have in my whole life.

  It’s as if I’m not alone anymore.

  Dexter picks me up and throws me onto my back on the rug. Then he continues to thrust away on top of me, actually causing the waves of pleasure to last even longer, rippling through me like fire. I almost can’t even cope with how much ecstasy I feel. I might very well just crumble and splinter beneath him.

  With one last cry, Dexter collapses on top of me, just as worn out as I am.

  “You’re fucking amazing, dirty girl,” he finally says, making a huge smile quirk my lips up.

  And so are you, Dex…

  Fifteen

  Dex

  It’s safe to say that I’ve fucked my fair share of girls. I’ve always been upfront about that, but what just happened with Willa…that was something else entirely. It wasn’t just fucking. It meant far more than that.

  Maybe it’s the delayed gratification, maybe it’s the adrenaline that’s pumping around my body because of everything that’s going on, or maybe it’s just her. Maybe it’s all Willa.

  All I know for certain is that I fully intend to keep her around to find out for sure. We’re going to do what we just did again and again.

  “There’s some soda here, do you want some?” I call out from the kitchen to the front room, where Willa is still recovering.

  As soon as my heart started to slow down a few minutes ago, I realized just how thirsty I really was. I probably felt like this when she first asked, but lust had overshadowed everything else inside of me, making me forget everything that wasn’t related entirely to the idea of fucking her brains out. In that moment, I just couldn’t be alone with Willa for another second and not take full advantage of the situation. It may have only been a matter of hours since we first met last night, but it felt like I’d been waiting for an eternity to finally get inside her. And fuck me sideways…it was worth the wait.

  I felt like I would have died without her. All of the jealousy from seeing her dancing back at the club had still been driving me crazy, and I think what we just did was the only way I could have calmed down.

  “Yeah, that’s fine,” Willa replies, sounding a little distracted.

  “You okay?” I call back, already wanting to be back by her side.

  I hope she’s not regretting what we just did; if she is, that
might just damn near kill me. I can’t imagine that being the case, though. She was enjoying the hell out of herself. That much was very clear.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I just…” She trails off, and I already know what’s wrong before she continues. “It has nothing to do with you, don’t worry.”

  I rush back in and wrap her up in my arms. “I know, babe. It’s just a weird situation, that’s all.” I can feel her nodding against my chest as I murmur into her ear. “Would you feel a little better if we did a bit of snooping?”

  She pulls back to look at me. “Would that make me the worst sister in the entire world? I’m only worried because the strip club boss made it seem like she was in a lot of trouble.”

  Funnily enough, the mention of that sleazy bastard makes me feel absolutely nothing now. I was completely stupid to be jealous before. An utter idiot. I hope this isn’t just a post-coital bliss, and I hope I never feel anything about that slimy-looking fucker again.

  “No, you know what…we absolutely should do some snooping. What if Lucas is a bad guy? What if Ryan is still a problem? If Nicolette is trying to keep you out of the picture—even if it’s for your own safety—then this might be the only chance you have to get some real answers.”

  Willa nods. She already knew that she was going to snoop; she just wanted my blessing so she knew it was actually all right. I knew that, and that’s why I gave it to her.

  Right now, I’d probably give this girl just about anything.

  “I’ll look in the bedroom. You take down here,” she says.

  She’s saying this because she thinks anything bad will be hidden in her sister’s room—a clever response because a lot of people hide their secrets under their beds or in the darkest corners of their closets—and she wants to be the one to find out the truth.

  I nod, happy to allow her to do things her way. After all, this is her mission and her family. I’m just an assistant, here to help her along the way.