Very Bad Things (10 page)

He turned on the light, and she saw the arousal on his
face. Their time together wouldn’t be gentle. From the heat in his eyes, the
hardness of his touch, he was going to make it hurt and make it feel good all
at the same time. She didn’t know which one she was looking forward to more,
the pain or pleasure.

“
I’m going to give you one chance, Fiona.”

“
A chance to what?”
Heat spilled from her pussy.

“
You can walk out that door and I’ll never come looking for you. After
this moment, all bets are off. I will let you go now.”

Fiona glanced behind her at the door. If she left him
now all she had to look forward to was a life of fear and boredom. Ryker was a
killer, but she wanted him. It was the easiest decision she’d ever made in her
life. Stepping closer, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“
Are you going to make it hurt?” she asked.

This was what she wanted. She wanted the devil, not
hell.

Chapter Fourteen

“
I’ll only make it hurt if you ask me, baby,” Ryker said, and then he
looked at her mouth. The fact she needed him this badly, too, took his common
sense away. He hauled her to him and slanted his lips on hers. The taste of her
exploded along his tongue, like honey and vanilla and everything that was good
… everything he wasn’t used to in his fucked up life. He cupped her ass and
squeezed the mounds. Ryker couldn’t help himself from grinding his cock into
her belly.

Fiona moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the
sound, loving that it was because of
him
that she was making those sexy little noises. Wrenching away from her, he tore
at her clothes until tatters of material fluttered around her body and landed
at her feet. She now stood in nothing at all, and his cock jerked fiercely
against his zipper. Ryker slipped his fingers along her collarbones. The creamy
swells of her breasts rose and fell from her breathing.
 
Cupping a full mound, he massaged the globe.
The sounds that came from her were needy and had him impatient for more. He
wanted inside of her, wanted his cum filling her up and marking her as his.

Taking her waist in his hands, he moved her over to
the couch, spun her around, and pressed her upper body forward with a palm to
the middle of her back. The sight of her bent over, balancing on her toes, her
ass high in the air, had him fumbling like a damn teenager to free his cock.
When he finally took his shaft out, he stroked himself a few times and let his
eyes zero in on her ass. It was round and full, perfect for fucking, which was
what he wanted, so damn bad. Last night wasn’t enough for him. He’d never get
enough of her. Smoothing his hand on one cheek, he bent forward until he felt
his cock press in the crease between those big fucking mounds.

“
Damn, Fiona, what the hell are you doing to me?” He had never felt so
out of control before. Tonight wouldn’t be about romance and going slow. He
needed her now. Ryker needed to mark her in every possible way, have his
handprints and bruises marring her body, his teeth marks covering her flesh.
And by the way she ground her ass against him, made sweet little sounds of
lust, and smelled so hot, there was no doubt in his mind she would give it all
to him.

“
Please, Ryker. I need it.” Arms stretched out in front of her, she
braced herself on the cushions and moaned.

Yeah, he’d give it to her all
right,
give it to her until she screamed his name over and over again. The scent of
her desire was like a punch to his cock. He felt the damn thing swell even
further between his thighs. Placing his dick at the center of her pussy, he
slid his length up and down her cleft, wetting himself with her cream. And then
he surged forward. A gasp left her, and he grunted as her muscles clamped down,
drawing him deeper inside. Hands on her hips, Ryker started pounding in and out
of her, faster and harder, trying to get as deep as he could.

“
I want all of you Fiona.
All
of you, dammit.”
He growled and thrust into her. Her ass
shook from the force and the sounds she made.
Christ
, the sounds she made had his balls drawing up tight to his
body. He didn’t want to come yet, not until she screamed his name, not until
she knew who she belonged to. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me I own you.”

“
I’m yours, Ryker. Oh God yes. I belong to you.”

Sweat dripped down from his hairline, and he felt her
come around his cock. The extra lubrication had his dick sliding in and out of
her slick pussy with so much ease he couldn’t stand it. He pulled back, watched
his shaft sink in and out of her cunt, her cream coating the length. Seeing his
erection glisten with her pussy juice was hot as hell, and he worked himself
deeper, harder inside of her. She came again, incoherent words spilling from
her mouth as the pleasure stole her.

“
That’s two, Fiona.
 
Give me one
more.” He fucked her like his life depended on it, and groaned out when she
came once again. Yeah, this was what it was about. This was how it was supposed
to be.

She milked him dry, and he pulled out of her with a
groan. The image before him had his cock hard again, ready to go round two. Her
legs spread, her cunt pink and swollen and dripping wet with her cream and his
cum, was a sight that he would never forget. It was an image that was burned
into his damn brain. He palmed her tight ass. Spreading the cheeks, he looked
down at the center. The tight hole of her ass beckoned him, and his cock
swelled further, filling with blood until he thought it would explode.

Bending over slightly, he ran his tongue up her back,
licking the saltiness from her sweat off her spine. “I want to fuck your ass
again, baby.”

She shivered.

Snaking one of his hands around, he found her clit and
rubbed it back and forth.

“
Oh,
God
.”

Ryker ran his finger up and down her slit, gathering
her moisture until his fingers were drenched with their combined fluids. He
pulled back and spread the slicked up digits over her anus. He worked first
one, and then two fingers into her ass. Letting go of her ass cheek, but still
keeping his fingers buried inside of her, he gathered more of her cream and his
pre-cum and spread it over his cock. When his dick was good and lubed he
removed his fingers and pressed the tip of his dick at her anus. Once his dickhead
popped through the tight ring of muscle he slid home. He was careful to go nice
and easy, but damn she felt good.

“
Damn.” Buried balls deep inside of her, he pressed his chest to her back
and breathed out. She clenched around him, and he grunted. Pulling out until
only the head of him was at the entrance, he pushed back inside slowly. He
continued to apply their combined fluids to his shaft as he fucked her. He felt
his balls slap against her moist pussy, and her cries of pleasure filled his
ears. He started moving faster, feeling his orgasm rearing up fast.

Reaching in front of her and finding her clit, he
stroked it swift and hard. She cried again before her back bowed and she came
on a long, loud moan. That was it, all it took for him to get off.
His cum shot out, filling her ass.

She was his.
All.
Fucking.
His.
He sagged against
her, spent yet deliriously sated. There was no going back. He pulled out of
her, scooped her limp body into his arms, and headed down the hallway to his
room. When he had his woman on the bed, he got a wet, warm washrag from the
bathroom and cleaned her up. He might be a bastard and a killer, but he knew
how to take care of what was his. Ryker settled in next to her, and with the
blankets over them he pulled Fiona in close to his body. It was a good feeling
having her near, one that made everything right in his fucked up world. For the
first time in his life he fell asleep with the feeling of love and contentment
surrounding him, and the woman he would die for close.

Chapter Fifteen

Fiona groaned, stretching out her muscles that were
screaming from their use. Her ass was on fire from the fucking Ryker had given
her last night. Lying still on the bed, she was aware he wasn’t beside her.
Where was he?

She stayed quiet and heard him in the kitchen. The
scent of food cooking filled the room, making her mouth water and her stomach
growl. She was so hungry, but she didn’t move right away. Her bladder was
begging for her to relieve herself.

Instead, she stayed still listening to Ryker cook and
feeling her body and the new muscles she used when she was around him. Her
pussy was aching as he wasn’t a small man nor was he a man who took his time to
allow her to become accustomed to the feel of him. Her ass ached in the most
delightful of ways. He’d told her to beg him to make it hurt, and she had. What
was wrong with her? She never liked pain and would usually do everything to
avoid it.

Ryker made her crave the pain that he could create.
His pain led to the most amazing pleasure.

Climbing off the bed, she stopped as she caught sight
of her reflection in the mirror across the room. Bruises from the tips of his
fingers decorated her hips. They stood out in contrast to her pale skin.
Stepping closer to the mirror, she ignored her fat hips and thighs. Pressing a
finger to the bruise, she wondered why she wasn’t afraid.

He’s not going to kill me.

She turned to look at the other side of her.

“
I think you look beautiful with my marks on your body,” Ryker said,
jerking her out of her thoughts. She stepped away from the mirror feeling like
she’d been caught doing something wrong.

“
Ryker,” she said.

He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and her gaze landed on his
rock hard chest. Every part of him was perfect, and he turned her on, even the
scar on his face. She fisted her hands at her sides as she stared at him. He
moved closer toward her until he stood in front of her. Fiona looked up at his
dark eyes.

Without saying another word, he gripped her arm and
spun her to face her reflection.

“
You look beautiful.” He pulled some hair off her neck, revealing the
hickey from his lips. She couldn’t even remember him kissing her neck. He had
touched every part of her so thoroughly that she couldn’t focus on anything
else other than his touch. Ryker ran his hands over her body, cupping her
breasts within his hands. He pressed his thick cock against her back, groaning.
“I’ll leave bruises on your skin, but I can promise you, Fiona, I’ll never take
it too far.”

She closed her eyes as he whispered the words against
her head. The intimacy of the moment struck her hard. In a matter of hours her
life had gone from shit to worse, to better. She probably shouldn’t trust
Ryker, but he was no longer just in her head. Ryker was in her heart as well.

Crossing her legs, she groaned. “I need to use the
bathroom.”

He chuckled. “Go to the bathroom. Join me in the
kitchen.”

Nodding, she made her way into the bathroom. The
intensity of his presence made it hard for her to focus on anything else but
him.

She finished on the toilet, washed her hands, and
discovered a second toothbrush still in its wrapper next to one of his. Picking
it up, she was touched by what he’d done.

“
It’s just a toothbrush.”

He seemed to know everything she needed. It was insane
to think of him caring about her. No, that was the wrong thought to have. Ryker
did
care about her. If he didn’t care
about her then she would already be dead. He didn’t keep anyone around that he
didn’t like.

She tore the packaging off the toothbrush and started
brushing her teeth.

Ryker was humming in the kitchen. The sound seemed a
little unnatural coming from him, but then she didn’t really know the real man
he was supposed to be.

When she finished, she grabbed the bathrobe she saw
hanging on a hook on the back of the door. She wrapped it around her then made
her way toward the kitchen. Fiona stopped as she took in the sight of the small
table. Two small roses sat at the left of each plate. A single white piece of
tablecloth covered the table. She stared at the sight, struck by how romantic
it was.

“
Take a seat,” he said, standing behind her. The curtains were open
shining light into the room. It was no longer snowing but a thick layer could
be seen on the roofs of other buildings.

He helped her under the table. The consideration he
displayed again seemed out of place.

“
Did you sleep well?” she asked, wanting to change her thoughts.

“
Yes, I slept well. I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful.”
He came back to the table, placing a mug of coffee on the opposite side of the
table. Her stomach tightened as she watched him work.

“
Enjoy your coffee. Breakfast will be ready in a moment.”