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hands.
Ryker pulled up outside an apartment block. It didn’t
look upscale or rundown but somewhere between the two. She didn’t question him
as he climbed out of the car. Fiona did the same, following him up to the front
steps. He held a key, opening up the door.
It was now dark and silent outside.
Everything he did seemed so natural as she stood with him while he grabbed his mail. Was this the place he
stayed at in between killing people?
“ Come on.” He grabbed her hand, locking their fingers as he made his way
over to the elevator.
“ This seems so normal,” she said.
“ It is normal. I don’t do bad shit all the time.”
She went to open her mouth to say something else.
Ryker pressed her up against the corner of the elevator cart. He pushed her
hands above her head, holding her in place.
“ Stop talking.” His lips were on hers seconds later, silencing all
questions from her. She opened up to his invading tongue, moaning as one of his
thighs slid between hers. All other thought left her mind as pleasure overtook
everything else. She kissed him back, never wanting the pleasure to end.
One of his hands held both of hers as his other
traveled down her body, stroking her nipple, then down to cup her ass.
She gasped, feeling the hard press of his cock.
“ When we get to our apartment I want to fuck you. Do you have a problem
with that?” he asked.
Given the size of his cock pressing against her
stomach, she didn’t have a problem with him wanting her.
“ Do you want me to fuck you?”
“ Yes.”
“ Then we’re in agreement?”
“ Yes.”
Right now she’d sell him her soul providing he didn’t
stop giving her pleasure. She wanted him so damn badly.
“ Good.”
The elevator pinged. He kept hold of her hand. They
made their way past the other apartment doors. Ryker slid the key into the
lock, opening the door. Once the door was closed, he started to tear at her
clothing. She clawed at his clothing. The letters he’d been holding, even as he
held her hands above her head, fell to the floor around them.
“ I need to be inside of your tight cunt. It’s all I’ve been thinking
about all day,” he said.
She cried out as his teeth found her nipple, sucking
and biting at the tip.
His other hand gripped her ass still covered by the
sweats she wore. The way he held her, she knew she would have bruises in the places
he touched. Ryker wasn’t gentle. He was hard and made sure every part of her
was touched.
She sank her fingers in his hair, tugging on the
length. He released her breast with a pop.
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
Ryker pulled up outside an apartment block. It didn’t
look upscale or rundown but somewhere between the two. She didn’t question him
as he climbed out of the car. Fiona did the same, following him up to the front
steps. He held a key, opening up the door.
It was now dark and silent outside.
Everything he did seemed so natural as she stood with him while he grabbed his mail. Was this the place he
stayed at in between killing people?
“ Come on.” He grabbed her hand, locking their fingers as he made his way
over to the elevator.
“ This seems so normal,” she said.
“ It is normal. I don’t do bad shit all the time.”
She went to open her mouth to say something else.
Ryker pressed her up against the corner of the elevator cart. He pushed her
hands above her head, holding her in place.
“ Stop talking.” His lips were on hers seconds later, silencing all
questions from her. She opened up to his invading tongue, moaning as one of his
thighs slid between hers. All other thought left her mind as pleasure overtook
everything else. She kissed him back, never wanting the pleasure to end.
One of his hands held both of hers as his other
traveled down her body, stroking her nipple, then down to cup her ass.
She gasped, feeling the hard press of his cock.
“ When we get to our apartment I want to fuck you. Do you have a problem
with that?” he asked.
Given the size of his cock pressing against her
stomach, she didn’t have a problem with him wanting her.
“ Do you want me to fuck you?”
“ Yes.”
“ Then we’re in agreement?”
“ Yes.”
Right now she’d sell him her soul providing he didn’t
stop giving her pleasure. She wanted him so damn badly.
“ Good.”
The elevator pinged. He kept hold of her hand. They
made their way past the other apartment doors. Ryker slid the key into the
lock, opening the door. Once the door was closed, he started to tear at her
clothing. She clawed at his clothing. The letters he’d been holding, even as he
held her hands above her head, fell to the floor around them.
“ I need to be inside of your tight cunt. It’s all I’ve been thinking
about all day,” he said.
She cried out as his teeth found her nipple, sucking
and biting at the tip.
His other hand gripped her ass still covered by the
sweats she wore. The way he held her, she knew she would have bruises in the places
he touched. Ryker wasn’t gentle. He was hard and made sure every part of her
was touched.
She sank her fingers in his hair, tugging on the
length. He released her breast with a pop.
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