Very Bad Things (4 page)

The sound of Tricks exhaling told Ryker than he was
getting high. The combination of a psycho and drugs didn’t bode well, but as long
as Tricks kept
himself
away from the cabin and the
girl, Ryker wouldn’t have do worry about the consequences of what he had done.

“
I know you got it completed, because you’re the best fucking man I have
working for me,” Tricks said, and the sound of a female moan came through.
Ryker gritted his teeth and turned away from the bathroom door, and stepped
further into the darkened room. He didn’t want to talk to Tricks right now.
Didn’t want to talk to anyone for that matter.

“
It’s taken care of,” he told Tricks again. “If you need anything else
before the next hit then give me a call.” Not that Ryker couldn’t talk about
this now on the burner phone, but he wasn’t about to get into this shit with
Fiona in the next room. She was already scared, and as much as he was a
motherfucker and killed for a living, he didn’t want her hearing his personal
business.

“
We need to talk, Ryker,” Tricks said slowly.

He needed to figure out what he was going to do with
the girl, and he needed to do it quickly. Shooting her back in that apartment
would have been smart, but there was something about her that had made him
think twice.

“
I have another job for you already, and I need it done right away.”

Ryker was silent for a second.

“
I’ll double your fee, but I need it done in the next seventy-two hours
while the prick is still in the Sates.”

Ryker heard something clicking behind him, and turned.
The sight of the door open, but no sign of Fiona had him cursing. “Yeah, we’ll
talk.” He hung up and moved toward the front door. It was partially open, and
he could see her running in the moonlight. Well, he had to give her credit for
not pulling his dick and making him wait to see if she’d try to take off. But
she was stupid for running, and he’d have to teach her a lesson that he was not
a man she should be fucking with.

He took off after her, knowing that she couldn’t get
far since she was shoeless, didn’t know her way around the property, and that
it was dark. She looked over her shoulder at him, screamed and ran faster. But
she tripped over a fallen tree stump, fell on her hands and knees, and then
started scrambling forward. Ryker moved quicker, grew pissed with each step he
took, and didn’t know if he could keep his control once he had her. And there
was no doubt that he’d catch her, and then he’d make her sorry she ever ran
from him.

Ryker was in front of her seconds later, and had his
hand wrapped around her throat. He lifted her up, made sure he wasn’t
suffocating her but that she knew he was enraged by her actions, and pressed
her back against a tree trunk. For a moment he just stared at her, feeling this
strange kind of angry arousal move through him the longer he stared at her. She
had her hands wrapped digging at his fingers, which were tightened around her
throat, and the big tears that fell down her cheeks turned him on even more. He
didn’t know what was happening with him, but he couldn’t stop it, and felt
himself moved closer to her. His dick hardened, and this misplaced desire for
her slammed into him hard.

“
I’m going to show you with my hand to your ass exactly what it means to
cross me.” He bared his teeth. “And then you’ll know what it really means to be
afraid of me.”

Chapter Five

The hand around her throat tightened, and for a split
second Fiona couldn’t breathe. He was
so
angry as he
glared down at her. The tree was too hard against her back. The fear was unlike
anything she’d ever felt. She was sick with fear, scared. The moment she heard
his cell phone go off followed by the fading sound of his footsteps, she knew
she had a chance, a quick one.

He’d had his back to her, and she had run.

She shouldn’t have looked behind her. If she’d not
looked behind her she wouldn’t have slipped giving him a chance to catch up.

You didn’t have a chance. He’s far stronger and faster than you’ll ever
be, and you don’t even have shoes
.

Digging her nails into his wrist, she gulped in air as
he loosened his hold around her neck.

His words echoed around her mind. Drawing her knee up,
she caught him off guard, and he went down, gripping his hard cock. Yes, she’d
felt his erection digging into her stomach. She felt sick inside as she’d
responded to that action. He was a good looking man, and she hated her response
to him.

Without waiting a second she took off running. She
hated the dark, was afraid of the dark, but the darkness offered her a chance
of survival.

Fiona had watched him kill a man, a friend. There was
no chance he’d ever let her live. She’d get away, run to a new start, a fresh
start. Screams left her as she heard him chasing after her. The sounds of twigs
snapping filled every one of her senses.

“
I don’t want to die.” She shouted the words into the darkness.

No one would answer her. They were alone in the middle
of nowhere.

Suddenly, he threw her down to the ground. Fiona screamed,
twisting so her back took the full force of the blow. He surprised her as he
caught her rolling them so that he took the full impact. Seconds had passed,
and yet it felt like a lifetime. Everything seemed to slow down. She lashed
out, trying to hurt him, wound him, or do anything to give her a chance to get
out of his grip.

“
You’re going to have to stop.” He grunted the words against her ear.

His hand pressed between her thighs had her pausing.
No man had ever touched her so blatantly without getting to know her first. All
of the other men she’d been with, she’d known for a little time before they
were allowed to touch her. He cupped her mound with his fingers digging ever so
slightly to cause some friction. The jeans she wore didn’t stop the pleasure
that coursed through her body from his action.

Gasping, Fiona arched into his hand overcome by the
sensation of being touched.

The murdering bastard had baited her. He turned them
so that she lay on her front on the lawn.

“
I told you not to run. I advised you not to try my patience, yet you did
it anyway. You’ve pissed me off.”

“
Leave me alone. I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone. What do I have to do
to prove it?”

He ignored her question.

She started flailing her hands, trying to fight him
further. He caught both of her hands, holding them above her head. The way he
held her left no
doubt in her mind
that he meant
business. He’d overcome
her by holding
her hands still. She couldn’t get the leverage needed to try to push him away.
Once again, she was completely at his mercy.

“
I don’t want to die.” Tears filled her eyes at the reality of her
situation. Why couldn’t she have listened to him and not run?

“
I warned you what would happen. You’re going to learn to listen to me.”

His free hand moved in front of her. The darkness
covered them like a blanket. Fiona froze his fingers started to unbutton her
jeans.

What was he going to do?

He dragged her jeans down, moving his hips to make
sure they were pushed down on her. The cool night air stroked over her ass. She
tensed, growing nervous. Surely he wasn’t going to rape her.

You’re wet, he’s handsome. Would it be rape when part of you wants it?

You’re sick, twisted. This is completely wrong.

She was torn. There was no way she could want this.

His hand left her body yet kept her hands still above
her head.

“
Maybe this will teach you to do as you’re told.” He moved off her, and
pain landed on her ass as he started to spank her. There was no gentleness in
his punishment. It was hard, raw, and painful. He spanked her ass, going from
one cheek to the other while also raining slaps down over the crack of her ass.

Fiona begged and pleaded for him to stop.

“
Stop, please, stop.”

“
Do you think I’m the only fucking killer out there?” he asked, slapping
her three more times.

Her ass was on fire. She’d be completely bruised from
his punishment.

“
Let me go.”

“
I let you go and another man sweeps in making sure you’re dead. There
are a lot more men out there who are a lot worse than me. Some of them would
fuck that sweet little cunt without waiting for permission.”

“
You’re touching me without my permission,” she said, crying out. The
tears were still falling as he kept hitting her.

He moved to cover her burning ass. She froze as he
opened her hands out, holding her in place. His cock pressed between her ass
cheeks.

Fiona opened and closed her mouth. Was he turned on by
causing her pain or by her? She didn’t know what answer she’d like the most.

“
You can feel that?”

Nodding her head, she kept her eyes closed not wanting
to see the darkness that surrounded them.

“
What’s the matter?” he asked.

“
We’re in the dark, you’ve just hit me, and you’re asking me what’s
wrong. Why don’t you ask what’s right? It’s a much shorter list.”

His fingers sank into her hair, pulling her head back.
The action wasn’t painful. He could be beating her with his fists or raping her
like he said. This was nothing in comparison to what could have happened. She’d
read all the bad shit women went through. Fiona wasn’t an idiot. The only out
she was going to get was death or something much worse.

“
Stop with the attitude.”

“
I’m afraid of the dark.” She didn’t know why she told him the truth, but
it spilled from her lips nonetheless.

“
You’re afraid of the dark yet you ran into the night.”

“
I don’t want to die.”

He moved off her, picking her up over his shoulder.
She stared at his ass, tempted to hit him some more. Fiona kept her eyes closed
listening to the sound of his footsteps. Her jeans were working down her body.
His face would be close to her fat ass. God, this was so embarrassing.
He’s a murderer. You shouldn’t care what he
thinks of your body.

She was a weird person.

The sound of the door closing filled her senses. He
placed her on her feet, and she tried to pull her jeans up.

“
Stop,” he said.

Looking up at him, she saw his gaze was on her thighs.
This man wasn’t done with her yet. He gripped her arm and led her into another
room. The sight of an open fire, soft chairs, and a television in the corner
let her know they were in a sitting room. He kept hold of her hand until he sat
in the chair.

“
Turn around and bend over.”

“
What?” She shook her head. There was no way she was going to bend over.

“
Do as I say.
Now.”

Only an idiot would say, “What are you going to do if
I don’t?” She wasn’t an idiot, and she certainly didn’t have a death wish.

Twiddling her hair around her finger, she turned
around. She’d pulled her jeans up a little so maybe they’d stay up so he
wouldn’t see her ass. Her panties were awful, grey from overuse and washing,
and completely unattractive.

Fiona bent over, praying with all her might that he
either gave her a quick death or let her go. She didn’t want to be punished or
humiliated. Her life had gone to shit the moment her family died. Just once
she’d love to catch a break.

“
Pull your jeans down.”

“
Please, don’t do this.”

“
I’m not going to rape you.”

She let out a sigh.

“
When I fuck you, you’ll be begging for it.”

Spinning around, she glared at him.

“
Bend over. Take your jeans down.”

She counted to ten in her head and started to wiggle
out of the jeans. They fell to her knees, and that was as far as they were
going to go.

“
You can protest all you want. I see the evidence staring right at me.”

His fingers stroked over the wet fabric pressed to her
pussy. He moved, gripping her hips to keep her in place. Before she could say
anything more, he pulled the panties down, revealing the evidence of her
arousal. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she closed them anyway. Tears were
useless in this situation.

When would this nightmare ever end?

Chapter Six