S. K. Lessly's Book Excerpts

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The climb to her third-floor apartment was uneventful. Nyla reached her door, unlocked it, and turned to Andrew. She looked up at him and saw a barrage of emotions swirling around his blue eyes.

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“Okay, Pierce, I’ll give you some props for taking me to the lake. It was beautiful. And, just because I was willing to talk to you and I let you kiss me, doesn’t mean you’re off the hook,” advised Nyla. Andrew remained quiet as Nyla added, “You’re still on my hit list for ignoring me, but as I said, I’m willing to see how this goes.”

Nyla stood on her tiptoes and lightly kissed Andrew on his cheek. When she pulled back, she smiled slightly. “Goodnight.”

 

Andrew didn’t move to leave, which puzzled her.

 

Cautiously, she asked, “What’s wrong? Is there something else you want to say?”

 

“No,” Andrew responded flatly. “I’m waiting for you to open your door so that I can make sure that your apartment is clear.”

 

“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?”