Under His Command.

The New Girl

Chapter 3: The New Girl

Alex’s Pov

I leaned back on the bed, my fingers drumming absentmindedly against the sheets. Rihanna was beside me, her presence soothing, familiar. But even with her here, I couldn't shake the thought of Emma. The way she'd looked at me, her fear, her defiance… it lingered in my mind. There was something about her. I had not stopped thinking of her since the other night. I needed to see her some more.

It was Rihanna speaking again. Not really paying any attention as she says all the stuff for probably a hundred times that night alone-my gaze hung onto the door.

One of my men stepped inside, and I gave him a curt nod. "Bring her in," I said, my voice calm but with an undercurrent of impatience.

The man didn't hesitate. Moments later, the door creaked open again, and Emma stepped inside. She was hesitant, standing in the doorway like she wasn't sure if she should come in or turn and leave.

The moment her eyes had met mine, I'd had to study her-the fidgeting, the hesitation in her stance, almost intoxicating. She didn't belong here, and yet with every breath I could see she was being pulled into this world-my world.

Rihanna turned to Emma, a sly smile pulling at her lips. "So you're the new girl," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Here to serve Alex, I assume?

I watched Emma, noticing the way her shoulders tensed under the comment. But she didn't speak, didn't fight back. She was still so afraid, so out of place, and I found myself wanting to see more. Wanting to break through that fear.

Rihanna continued to tease. "I guess you'll be here to satisfy him, huh?" She laughed, light and airy. I watched Emma's eyes flicker between the two of us, trying to make sense of the situation.

But I didn't want her to leave. Not yet. Not when I could still taste her on my lips from the last time we were together.

"I'm keeping her," I said, the words coming out more firmly than I intended. Rihanna looked at me, intrigued, but she didn't argue.

"You sure about that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "I could use some help around my place. Maybe she'd be better off with me, helping with housework or something."

I wasn't ready to let Emma go. Not when I remembered the way she screamed under me. Not when I remembered the softness of her skin, the way she shook. I wasn't done with her, and I wouldn't let Rihanna take her that easily.

"I'll let you have her for a while," I said, the tone rough, reluctant. "But when I want her back, she's coming to me.

Rihanna smiled, a glint of amusement in her eyes. “Fine,” she said, standing up and brushing her hands together as if brushing off the matter entirely. “But I’m not going to keep her forever.”

I watched her move toward Emma, her grip firm on the girl's arm as she started to pull her toward the door. But just before Emma could step out of the room, I stood up. I walked toward her, my presence commanding, and I saw her freeze as she realized she couldn't escape.

You'll remember this, I whispered into her ear, my voice low and cold, words slipping off my tongue like venom. You belong to me now.

I felt her shiver under my touch, the catch of her breath in her throat. But before she could utter a word, Rihanna tugged her out of the room. I watched them go, my head clouded with frustration and desire. I wasn't done with Emma yet. I wasn't even close.

But something in my gut was telling me things were about to get complicated. And I wanted to be the one in control.