Very Bad Things (5 page)

Ryker stared at her sweet, wet pussy, and although
sliding his dick into her should have been the last thing on his mind, he
couldn’t deny that her presence made him feel these fucked up emotions. He
didn’t want women the way he wanted Fiona, never had, and he didn’t like that
fact. She had run from him, had not listened to him, and now she was going to
see the consequences for her actions.

“
Back up.” He wanted her closer, so much closer that if he wanted to he
could lick her soaked cunt, eat her out until she was crying and moaning,
begging him to stop and pleading with him to continue. She wanted to hate him,
to leave, but the truth was there was a sick part of her as well, a part that
was just as dark and twisted as he was. She had no one in this world, just like
him, and maybe this was some screwed up way for fate to bring them together?

Shit, listen to him acting like some pussy-whipped
asshole. No, she was going to experience the pain that he could deliver, and
although he wanted her coming for him, releasing what little strength she
thought she had, he was also not going to be gentle with her.

He brought his hand down on her ass, stroked her soft
flesh, loved that she was curvy and
big,
and that he
could grip onto the huge mounds of her bottom and still have extra. He let go
of her, reared his hand back, and brought it down on her right ass cheek. She
cried out, and he grew harder from the sound. He was a sick bastard, wanted her
crying as he spanked her, hurt her and brought her pleasure all at the same
time.

Ryker did this over and over again, growing more
aroused and angrier with every cry she let out. Her ass shook, turned red, and
he knew that he’d come in his jeans before the night was over with. He wouldn’t
rape her, because although he was a killer, raping women was not what he did.
He also didn’t willingly beat them. This was different though. This was
something that would let her know he wouldn’t be tested. He might be spanking
her, causing her that kind of pain, but she was wet, and he had seen how
engorged her little clit had been. She was definitely afraid of him, had every
right to be scared of this situation, but she was soaked and liked what he was
doing to her.

“
I meant it when I said there are worse men out there than me, Fiona.” He
spanked her ass again, but this time moved lower, so the tips of his fingers
landed right on her pussy lips. She screamed out especially loud that time, but
she grew even more soaked. He continued to spank her, slapped her pussy until she
was undulating against him, bringing her pussy and ass closer to him, and he
knew she was getting off on this erotic abuse.

“
No one can be as bad as you.” She sobbed. “You kill people, and are
hurting me.”

He stopped spanking her, grabbed her waist, and spun
her around. He hated the fact he wanted her like this, that he couldn’t control
himself around her. He only met the woman a few hours ago, yet he had been
acting uncharacteristically since he had taken her from that apartment and
brought her here. Holding onto her waist hard, he knew she’d have bruises on
her ass and hips in the morning.

Good, he wanted his marks on her.

Standing, Ryker felt her shiver beneath his hold. “I
should have killed you back in that junkie’s apartment, Fiona.”

She gasped out and tried to move away, but he wouldn’t
let her go.

“
I didn’t kill you though. I saved your fucking life.” He stared into her
wide, frightened eyes. “If I would have let you on your own, seeing what you
had seen would have made you a target.” He pulled her closer, felt her hard
pants along his chest, and bared his teeth. “The man I work for doesn’t like
loose ends, and keeping you alive, and bringing you back to my place is one
huge loose fucking end, Fiona.”

She licked her lips, but didn’t let her gaze stray
from him. “Then why did you do it? Why not just kill me?” Her voice cracked on
the last word.

“
I don’t know, but what I do know is that I’m not letting you go, Fiona.”
He grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and stared at her lips. Her mouth
was red, and he could see where she had been biting at her bottom lip, causing
the flesh to become swollen and abused. He wanted to kiss her, wanted to be the
one to bite her mouth and make her climax because of it. “If Tricks found out
you were here he’d kill you, make your death slow and painful, but not before
he took everything from you. He’d beat you, rape you, and relish the screams of
your agony and degradation.”

She started crying harder, and he lifted his hands and
brushed her tears away. He looked at the droplets of moisture that lined his
flesh, and rubbed his fingers together. “Your tears won’t help you, Fiona. You
need to learn to listen to me, and to follow my orders if you want to survive.”
He stared at her face again. “You want to survive, don’t you?”

She nodded.

“
Then you will do what I say when I say, and don’t fuck with me. You want
to be alive,
then
you’ll submit yourself to me until I
decide what I want to do with you.”

She started breathing heavier now, crying harder, and
he wanted to tell her to shut up because her tears weren’t doing anything but
making this situation even more stressful. He wasn’t an emotional man by
nature, tended to be cold and unforgiving because that was how he had grown up,
how he lived his life. He wouldn’t change that for anyone, not even for this
woman that rattled him in the worst, yet best, kind of way.

“
Even if I let you go you’d be found, Fiona. You’d be hunted down and
killed. Don’t ask me how they would find you, or how they would know you saw me
kill that motherfucker, just know it is the truth.” He cupped the side of her
face, and she jumped a little. “But I’m not letting go. I
won’t
let you go, and what I can guarantee you is that I won’t let
anyone hurt you.”

“
Why?” she whispered, and she calmed slightly, her tears drying.

“
Because I want you.”
He slipped his hand between her thighs, and although she tensed she
didn’t move away. She was still wet, silky smooth, and all primed for him. He
held up his hand for her to see the wetness that coated his fingers. “And you
want me, too, that’s fucking clear.”

Chapter Seven

Did he get off on humiliating her? Fiona stared at his
wet fingers. His hands were large, scary, frightening. She’d seen him kill a
man with those very hands. He’d already admitted that he’d killed many other
men. She was one woman with no chance of escaping him. The words he spoke
seconds before invaded her senses. He wanted her? How could he want her?

The man before her wasn’t handsome, not in the
fashionable way. His face held scars, and his eyes held a darkness that would
send any tame animal scurrying away.

She watched him as he brought the fingers that had
been inside her to his lips. Her mouth opened as he started to lick her cream
from each of his digits.

“
You want me, Fiona. Admit it.”

Shaking her head, she tried to pull out of his arms.
He only gripped one of her arms, and yet she couldn’t pull away from him. The
strength he displayed should have had her shaking in fear not arousal. Fiona
cursed her body for wanting what it wanted rather than listening to the real
need of escape.

He wasn’t going to kill her.

Gritting her teeth, she stared back at him.

“
You’re going to be stubborn?” He kept hold of her arm as he stroked her
face with the fingers that had been within her. She jerked her head out of his
hold, but he was stronger. Fiona couldn’t bring herself to say his name or to
even think of this man in front of her as a person. A murderer, a cold-blooded
killer, was not a person.

“
Let’s see how long you can hold out.” His fingers stroked down her face,
resting on the pounding pulse at the side of her neck. Her heart was racing,
and it wasn’t only out of fear. He was right, she did want him, and she hated
her response to him. The last thing she wanted was to crave his touch, yet she
did.

She refused to admit the truth out loud.

He wouldn’t get her to submit.

The hand at her neck glided down until it came to her
breasts. “Remove your shirt,” he said.

Fiona wanted to argue.

“
I’m the one in control. I told you not to run. You’ve got no choice
anymore.”

Seeing how useless it was, she quickly removed the
shirt she wore. She stood in her faded bra feeling as sexy as a brick wall. It
didn’t take long for him to have the bra off her body. He tore the flimsy strap
without much effort and threw the offending item away.

“
You deserve silk lingerie, not that kind of shit.”

What on earth did she look like? Her jeans and panties
were around her knees, she wasn’t wearing any shoes, and the top part of her
body was on full display. Her very full, and very wobbly, body was on display.
Compared to him, she must look a complete mess, out of place.

Underneath the scars was a handsome man.

Stop it. You don’t want this.

His fingers stroked over her nipple, circling the bud.
He did this to the other one, paying careful attention to each one. She bit
into her lip to stop herself from crying out. Not once did he stop, and when
she dared look him in the eye, he was smiling.

“
I’ll take it up a notch.” He pinched her nipple, and there was no way to
contain her cry of pleasure. She screamed out as he bent down to suck the
pinched nipple into his mouth. The moment his mouth was on her body, the heat
washed over her pussy. She was so turned on and wet. Her cum slicked down her
thighs she was so wet.

“
I can smell your arousal from here, Fiona. Are you still going to fight
me?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“
No? You’re not going to give
i
n
?” he said. The
hand on her breasts released her, but he didn’t give up or give in. That sinful
hand glided down her stomach, going to her pussy.

Fiona stared into his dark eyes, seeing the truth
reflected back at her. He was enjoying this as much as she was. Her face felt
hot to the touch. His fingers stroked over her pussy, touching each plump lip
in turn.

Opening her mouth she inhaled as much air as she
could.

“
There it is. Are you still going to fight what we both want?” he asked,
taunting her. He’d not touched her clit, yet she was on fire for him to do so
much more.

His fingers touched every part of her except her clit.

She nearly caved and begged him to give her exactly
what she needed. He circled around her clit, sliding down to press a finger
within her pussy.

“
You’re soaking wet, Fiona. I’ve never had a woman who has been as wet as
you.”

“
Stop it,” she said.

He paused. His fingers were less than an inch away
from her clit. Fiona tried to move, to do something to get him to touch her. He
wouldn’t let her budge.

“
If you want to come you’re going to have to admit the truth and then
you’re going to have to touch me,” he said.

“
What?”

“
You heard me.”

He wouldn’t repeat the words.

The arousal that was building inside her was on the
verge of pain. She hated this. Why couldn’t he have been a monster who took
from her instead of giving her this choice? If she pulled away and got to go to
her room, any kind of release she found at her own hand would be less than what
he could give her. Giving into him showed her weakness, showed how sick she was
that she needed his touch. No, not needed, she wanted it more than anything
else. Here was a man with scars that showcased his brutal way of life, and yet
he had her pretty much naked, wanting her to touch him.

It was the strangest thing she’d ever been through.

Give in. For once in your life take what you want and don’t think about
anything else.

Who would know that she gave into this monster?
No one.
Her family was all dead, and the one friend she’d
had was dead because of this man. If she left him, she was as good as dead.
What was wrong with giving into temptation?

He still hadn’t moved his fingers, and she really
wanted to come. Just this once, she wanted to forget about her shitty life.

There’s the truth. Your life is complete and fucking shit. It is worse
than crap.

Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she nodded.

“
I want you.”

“
Say my name,” he said.

She stared at his chest. He was determined to make her
give in to what he wanted.

Reaching out, she touched his cock. He was rock hard
yet showed no signs that she even touched him. The only evidence of his
attraction was pulsing in her hand.