Very Bad Things
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“I need you, baby. I need you like a drowning man needs to breathe.” He stared into her eyes, breathed in deeply, and exhaled just as forcefully. He kissed her again, and again, and when she went to reach between their bodies he stopped her and pulled back. “Being mine means that you. Are. Mine.” He stared hard at her. “Do you understand me?”
She nodded.
He kissed her again, and the desire to be with her, to show her how much she meant to him rose swiftly inside of Ryker. “I’ve claimed you already, baby, devoted myself to you because you are my world now.”
“I need you, too, Ryker.”
On the outside he was the epitome of what everyone thought a killer was. But with her he was hers. Only hers.
She cupped his cheeks again and leaned down to kiss him this time. “I’m done talking about the bad stuff, Ryker. I want to focus on us now.”
He kissed her again, and soon that soft, gentle kiss turned frantic as they pressed their tongues together, moved them around in a sexual manner, and repeated the action over and over again. His pulse raced, and he felt how wet her pussy was as she slid against his dick. It was like a lead pipe between his thighs. He was clenching his fingers on her hips and started to take on a faster, more demanding pace.
For a second all she did was look at his chest and run her hands over his skin, and he was growing more frantic with his need for her with each passing second. “You keep looking at me like that, baby, and I’m going to fucking devour you.”
“I want you to devour me.”
He felt more moisture leave her when he cupped her breasts, squeezed the mounds rhythmically, and leaned in to suck her left nipple into his mouth. He made this deep-rooted noise in the back of his throat. For long drugging moments he bit and sucked at the turgid peak, and then alternated to her other side. He felt the blood rush to the surface as he tormented and teased her, and soon she was grasping the short strands of his hair and moaning out for more. All he wanted was Fiona, right here and now, and for them to put everything behind them and only focus on each other.
“I am so fucking hard for you.” He murmured the words against her breasts but didn’t stop sucking on her flesh. “Can you feel it?” He lifted his hips slightly so his cock rubbed along her folds.
“Take me, Ryker. Fuck me right here.”
He turned around and had her on her back on the blanket with his body over hers seconds later. He placed his hands on her inner thighs, wrenched them open, and stared at her pussy like he was starving and ready to devour her alive.
“You’re so wet for me, baby.”
She gripped his shoulders and pulled him closer. They kissed again and again and once more until she was lifting her hips, as if seeking his hardness. His hands were everywhere on her, touching her pussy, rubbing her slick, bare folds until she was muttering unintelligible words. With his mouth still on hers, he reached between their bodies and placed his cock against her pussy. He rubbed the length up and down her cleft.
He had her on her belly and positioned her so that her lower body was off the ground now. Ryker had his hands on the mounds of her ass before she could even blink. “Fuck, baby, the things I want to do to you.” He palmed her ass. “The dirty, hard, and rough things that would make you scream out my name as you came so hard you couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore.”
She curled her fingers into the blanket.
“We have all the time in the world for me to show you the darker side of pleasure, the ones where I give you so much of it that you gasp out my name and beg me to never stop.”
He smacked her ass, over and over again. He did this repeatedly, alternated between the mounds of her bottom until the blood rushed to the surface. “Is that good, Fiona?” He stopped spanking her and spread her ass open. He clenched and released her flesh.
“Yes,” she breathed out.
He placed a finger at the entrance of her pussy and rubbed the digit around the hole. She parted her lips and closed her eyes again as he ran his thumb along her opening, and moved her wetness up her cleft and rubbed it along her clit. He slid the finger back down to her pussy hole, and gently teased her, probed it a little, and had her on the verge of screaming for more.
“I need you,” Ryker said, and in the next second was on his back and had her hauled on top of him so she straddled his waist again.
Fiona ground herself unabashedly against him, smeared her wetness along his lower belly and his cock, and moaned out at how good it felt.
“That’s it, baby, work that wet cunt all over me.” He held onto her hips tightly. “Take my cock, Fiona, and put it in your tight little pussy.”
She panted and rose up on her knees, took the root of his dick in her hand, and squeezed him until he couldn’t stop the hissing sound he made. He hissed out and curled his fingers even harder into her skin. She was so wet her cream slipped from her.
“Do it, baby, slide my big fucking cock all the way up inside of you.” His chest rose and fell hard. “Don’t torture me. I’m barely hanging on as it is.”
She placed the head of his erection at her entrance and started to push down.
Before she was even halfway down he lifted his hips up, shoving the rest of his shaft inside of her.
“Yeah, baby. Christ, Fiona, you are so tight and wet.” His voice deep and barely controlled. And then she was the one taking control of the movements. She placed her hands on his chest, and then lifted her hips and shoved herself back down on him. He groaned. She gasped in pleasure, and she repeated the action. Her breasts shook forcefully as she bounced up and down on him.
“Come on, baby. Come so fucking hard for me,” he roared out.
“It’s so good.” The words tumbled from her.
He rose up while she was still moving on top of him, and wrapped his arms around her. When she sagged against him, not able to hold herself up anymore, he stroked her hair and whispered how well she had done, and much she pleased him.
“You’re mine, Fiona,” Ryker said softly. “And I’m not letting you go.”
“I don’t want you to let me go.”
They were two very fucked up people, but together they made up a semblance of normalcy that worked for each of them.
Epilogue
Three years later
Fiona tried to tug at her hands, which were tied to the bed. She couldn’t move. Ryker wouldn’t let her move. He’d bound her to the bed and disappeared. Her heart raced inside her chest at the anticipation he’d started up inside her. The last three years hadn’t changed him. Fiona knew he wouldn’t change, and she loved him exactly the way he was. To the whole world he was still a monster. He took jobs that left people dead. When she watched the news of the latest body discovered she wondered if he had a hand in it.
He hadn’t killed her. Ryker couldn’t kill her.
They were connected in ways neither of them understood. She couldn’t live without him, didn’t want to live without him. He was a monster who did very bad things, even to her, but she still cared about him, because she had seen the man that was gentle and kind to her. She had seen the man that cared about her above all else.
“Ryker?” She shouted his name in the hope that he’d respond or answer her.
There were days when the darkness ate away at him, but she was always able to bring him back. It didn’t matter how long he sank down that pit, she brought him out every time. The worst for her was that she loved every single second of what they did to each other.
Even as the bonds bit into the flesh of her wrists, she loved it. She loved the pain it gave her, the rush that more was to come. Ryker knew exactly what to do to make it hurt just right.
He moved into the room, close to her, until he stood a few inches from her body. “Don’t even try to get away,” Ryker said, growling out each word as he spoke.
His hand landed on her ass, but he didn’t move it away. He caressed down, sinking a thumb into her pussy. She cried out at the sudden hit of pleasure.
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his was what she wanted, what she craved. He was a monster to the rest of the world, but he was hers.
Looking up at her bound hands, Fiona couldn’t help but smile. They were fucked up people, but for the last three years he’d been her husband, loving and unloving in the most delicious of ways.
He went out and killed people for a living, but when he got home, he made her ache in ways that should be banned. She should have been sickened that she knew what he was doing when he left, but she couldn’t help the love she felt, and the way he made her feel complete. But she knew the men he worked for now, the ones that gave him the jobs, and he made sure the men that were killed were truly evil. They were rapists, molesters, abductors, and they deserved to die for what they had done to those they hurt.
“I’m not going to ask what you need, Fiona. I’m going to give you what you deserve. Tonight is not about you. It’s about me.”
His hand came back down on her ass with such force. They’d survived three years together. To their neighbors they were a loving couple, normal with Ryker working in the city as a broker or something while she stayed at home.
In truth, there was no stopping the darkness in Ryker. She hadn’t known she possessed a darkness of her own, but it was there. He saw it. Ryker didn’t make her feel bad for needing him. He made her revel in the pain that only he could provide.
The End
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