Very Bad Things (7 page)

You had that in your ass.

He was huge, not average, or large, but huge. How on
earth did he fit inside her? She didn’t get any answers to her questions. Ryker
fit, and she loved it, end of story.

“
Do you like what you see?”

“
Yes.” Her mouth went dry. She wanted to feel his cock in her mouth, to
give him the same kind of pleasure he’d given her last night.

“
Get on your knees, Fiona, and crawl to me.”

She did as he asked without hesitation, crawling over
the carpeted floor toward him. Fiona stayed on her hands and knees, stopping as
his legs came in sight.

“
Look up at me.”

Returning her gaze to his, she saw him working his
cock out of the corner of her eye.

“
You want to taste me?” he asked.

“
Yes.”

“
Then taste me, Fiona.” He quickly gripped her chin, forcing her to look
at him. “I’ll warn you, bite me and you’ll regret it.”

“
I won’t bite you.” She only wanted to give him the same kind of pleasure
that he’d given her.

“
Good.”

She went to her knees, wrapping her fingers around the
length of his cock. Working from the root, she moved her hands to the tip,
smearing his pre-cum all over.

“
Your hands are cold.”

Fiona released his cock, rubbing her hands together to
warm them up. He stared at her with a smile. When her hands were warm, she
returned her attention back to him. He didn’t hiss or curse as she touched him.

For several seconds she worked his cock with her hand.
Her mouth watered for a taste of the pre-cum that was leaking in copious
amounts out of his little slit. Without waiting for his instruction, she opened
her mouth and took him inside.

“
That’s it, baby. Fuck, suck hard.”

She sucked hard on the root of him, moaning as he hit
the back of her throat. His fingers sank into her hair, tightening his fist in
the length. She groaned around his cock as he tugged on her hair. The bite of
pain was enough to set off
her own
arousal. With her
free hand she started to stroke her clit.

“
No, don’t touch yourself. You don’t get to touch yourself until I’m
ready for you to come.”

Ryker gripped her hair, setting the pace of how he
wanted his cock to be sucked. “When I hit the back of your throat, breathe out
of your nose. Don’t panic. I will not kill you or suffocate you.”

Staring up the length of his body, she waited as he
slowly moved into her mouth. He hit the back of her throat, and it was hard for
her not to gag on the length.

“
Through your nose.”

She focused on breathing as she swallowed him down.
When she couldn’t stand him any longer, he withdrew. Over and over he did this
until she could take more of him.

Ryker took over, using his grip on her hair to go as
deep as he wanted to in her mouth.

“
Touch yourself. Come for me, Fiona.”

Sliding a finger over her clit, she closed her eyes at
the hit of pleasure she experienced from the touch.

“
Look at me. I want to see your eyes when you come.”

Opening her eyes, she stared at her captor as he sank
his cock into her mouth.

“
I’m going to fuck your pussy today, Fiona. I’m going to fill you with
my cum
. You want that, don’t you?”

She moaned her answer. Yes, she wanted whatever he
could give her. What the hell was happening to her? She didn’t know, and she
didn’t care. All she wanted was to feel the kind of pleasure he could dish out.

“
Come for me.”

Fiona stroked over her clit twice more, and her orgasm
hit her hard. She bobbed her head on his cock, taking as much of him as she
could.

“
Fuck, I’m going to come in your mouth, Fiona.”

His warning touched her. A second later the first wave
of his cum hit the back of her throat. She had no choice but to swallow or
drown in the essence of him.

When it was over, she released his cock, resting her
head against his thigh.

“
This is what we both want, Fiona.”

She kept her eyes closed this time. “I know.” Part of
her wanted to fight this need, her desires when it came to him. “But this is
wrong.”

“
Does it feel wrong when you’re with me?”

Fiona shook her head. No, it didn’t feel wrong. In her
head she knew it was wrong. He’d killed a man in cold blood. She didn’t care
why. No one had the right to take a man’s life, not even Ryker. Her attraction
to him had no foundation.

“
Then stop fighting what you want. I’ve told you it could be a hell of a
lot worse.”

“
What could be worse than fucking a killer?” she asked.

He bent down, capturing her chin. Fiona had no choice
but to look at him.

“
You could be in love with one.”

She wasn’t in love with Ryker. Her feelings for him
were purely physical.

Pulling out of his hold, she glared at him.

“
I’d be careful if I was you, Fiona. You’re in my house, at my mercy. I
can make this go badly for you.”

“
How?”
She didn’t know where her sudden courage had come from. Just because he
fucked her, and she’d tasted him in her mouth didn’t mean it would change him
toward her.

“
I could keep you at the peak of pleasure but never let you find any kind
of release.” He ruffled her head, stepping over her.

She stayed on her knees knowing he would have the last
word every time. He held the last word along with the control. Ryker decided if
very bad things were going to happen to her. She’d pushed him far enough this
morning.

Fiona doubted he’d take much more crap from her.

“
Put these on,” Ryker said, throwing a pair of sweats and a shirt at her.
They landed at her feet. “I’m going to get started on breakfast.”

She didn’t wait around to test him. Putting the
clothes on, she made into the kitchen, and saw Ryker standing by the stove.

“
Tempted to run?” he asked.

“
No.”

“
Good. Make coffee.”

There was no please or thank you coming from his lips.
Fiona didn’t wait for him to say them either. She started looking through the
cupboards to locate some mugs.

“
I like plenty of sugar in my coffee and cream.”

She gritted her teeth but made his coffee how she
imagined he’d like it. Ryker was cooking some bacon and eggs. Her mouth was
watering and her stomach growling over the smells.

“
Take a seat.”

Sitting at the table, she traced the pattern in the
wood. If it wasn’t for the way they’d met, Fiona wouldn’t have thought he
killed a man the night before.

“
Doesn’t it bother you?” Fiona asked.

“
What?”

“
You killed a man last night. I watched you kill him. Don’t you care
about what you did?”

He turned toward her, showing her his full attention.

“
No, I don’t care. Jake’s not the first piece of scum I’ve killed, and he
won’t be the last.”

“
I don’t understand how you don’t care. Jake was a living, breathing
person.”

Ryker walked toward her, putting the plate on the
table with a loud clatter. “Jake was fucking scum. How you managed to get away
with him or even have any fucking hint of feelings toward him astounds me. He
used everyone, sold everyone out. It wouldn’t have been long until he used you
to help him out. Count yourself lucky, Fiona
.
He was fucking dangerous, and it would only be a matter of time before
you would be on his list of people to use.” He leaned in close so his breath
fanned across her face. He looked threatening.

Her stomach tightened in renewed fear at the menace on
his face.

“
I see you didn’t finish the job I set you, Ryker.” Another male’s voice
interrupted their moment. She saw Ryker tense. It was only a split second, but
she saw it.

“
How did you get in, Tricks?” Ryker asked.

“
Who’s the girl?”

From the look in Ryker’s eye, this was the last man
she wanted to be in the company of. Ryker was a monster, but Tricks was the
devil.

Chapter Ten

Ryker instinctively moved in front of Fiona. In all
honesty he had never cared about protecting anyone but himself. He killed, and
that had been the way he lived his life. Growing up in a shitty trailer with
his druggie mom and seeing the men she whored herself out to on a nightly basis
might have created the monster he was today, but he was never going to change.
Yet here was this woman he had just met yesterday, taken her from the shitty
little life she had
led,
and something in him
had
changed. He didn’t believe in love
at first sight, didn’t believe in fate and hope and all that bullshit. He
believed in what was right here in front of him, and what was in front of him
was a woman that awoke something in his cold, dead fucking heart.

“
I knew all about you, Ryker, but hoped you’d be honest with me. And then
you were clipped on the phone, hung up on me, and I knew you were lying.”
Tricks inhaled from the cigarette he had between his lips. He exhaled slowly.
“Bringing the whore back to your place for a little slap and tickle was a
stupid fucking move, Ryker,” Tricks said.

“
She’s no one that you need to be concerned about.” Ryker glanced out the
front door that was still partially open from Tricks coming through it, and saw
one of the bodyguards his crazy ass employer always traveled with standing on
the porch.

“
So what I don’t understand is why you have brought this sweet little
piece of pussy to your cabin. I know she lived in the apartment building with
that piece of shit junkie, was even affiliated with him, and I know she saw all
the shit that went down. She is supposed to be dead right now because she is
fucking collateral damage. If you had done your job correctly I wouldn’t have
to be here right now explaining this all to you. You’re getting sloppy, Ryker,
and all for a piece of cunt.”

“
You don’t know anything, Tricks.” Ryker was stepping on thin ice talking
to Tricks that way, and although Ryker could take down his employer without
blinking, the behemoth outside would slow him down. But then again Tricks was
tweaking right now, and that was clear by the bloodshot and glossy eyes he was
sporting, and the fact he was pale and sweaty as fuck.

Tricks straightened from the counter he was leaning on
and cocked his head to the side.
“You telling me I don’t need
to concern myself with her?”
Tricks started laughing. “Moe, get your ass
in here. You
gotta
see the balls on this fucker.”

Although Tricks was still laughing there was this off
look he was sporting. Moe, the big-ass bodyguard that probably weighed a good
three-hundred pounds, had a belly on him that stuck out a foot, was bald and
wore shades all the time, staggered in. Moe might be strong because of his
size, but he was slow, and had no training aside from knocking people on their
asses. Ryker was dangerous, violent, and could kill a man without blinking. And
here he was, about to go head-to-head with a crazy ass motherfucker that had a
look in his eyes that screamed torture, rape, and degradation for Fiona.

All this because of this curvy little brunette with
the soulful and frightened grey eyes that looked at him like she wanted to run
in the other direction, yet also fall into his arms.

“
Go to the backroom.” Ryker spoke to Fiona and saw Tricks grin. He was
definitely off the hinge today. Whatever he’d smoked, snorted, or shot up, was
fucking with his head, and someone was going to get hurt right now. Although
Ryker knew this was a long time in coming. He might work for Tricks, but the
guy challenged Ryker, and if he was being truthful he wasn’t all about the
orders Tricks gave him. Ryker was in charge. He held death and life in his
hands, and this wasted out junkie himself was going to get a lesson in respect
if he tried to fuck with Fiona.

Fiona went to move out from behind him, but Tricks
tsked
, stopping
her. Ryker held his arm out, pulled her close to his body once more, and braced
himself for whatever was about to happen.

“
You think I trust you anymore, Ryker?” Tricks said and moved a step
forward. Moe stayed back, but he kept his gaze on them. Ryker didn’t move, but
watched Tricks and his psychotic ass as he looked around the kitchen, this evil
grin on his face.