Very Bad Things (MF)
Bad men do bad things...
Ryker Black accepts who and what he is. Working as a hired hit man, he kills for a price without remorse. When he's called to do a job, a young woman becomes a witness to the killing. He should have taken her out, too, but he can’t. He wants her...so he keeps her.
Fiona Sterling has lived a sad life since her entire family died in a plane crash. The one person that she considered a friend is now dead. Everything changes when she's taken away by a man that makes no mystery to the fact he wants her.
With death and danger following them, Fiona and Ryker find solace and pleasure in each other’s arms. But can two damaged people become whole again?
Be Warned: anal sex, spanking, violence
Ryker stared at her sweet, wet pussy, and although sliding his dick into her should have been the last thing on his mind, he couldn’t deny that her presence made him feel these fucked up emotions. He didn’t want women the way he wanted Fiona, never had, and he didn’t like that fact. She had run from him, had not listened to him, and now she was going to see the consequences for her actions.
“Back up.” He wanted her closer, so much closer that if he wanted to he could lick her soaked cunt, eat her out until she was crying and moaning, begging him to stop and pleading with him to continue. She wanted to hate him, to leave, but the truth was there was a sick part of her as well, a part that was just as dark and twisted as he was. She had no one in this world, just like him, and maybe this was some screwed up way for fate to bring them together?
Shit, listen to him acting like some pussy-whipped asshole. No, she was going to experience the pain that he could deliver, and although he wanted her coming for him, releasing what little strength she thought she had, he was also not going to be gentle with her.
He brought his hand down on her ass, stroked her soft flesh, loved that she was curvy and big, and that he could grip onto the huge mounds of her bottom and still have extra. He let go of her, reared his hand back, and brought it down on her right ass cheek. She cried out, and he grew harder from the sound. He was a sick bastard, wanted her crying as he spanked her, hurt her and brought her pleasure all at the same time.
Ryker did this over and over again, growing more aroused and angrier with every cry she let out. Her ass shook, turned red, and he knew that he’d come in his jeans before the night was over with. He wouldn’t rape her, because although he was a killer, raping women was not what he did. He also didn’t willingly beat them. This was different though. This was something that would let her know he wouldn’t be tested. He might be spanking her, causing her that kind of pain, but she was wet, and he had seen how engorged her little clit had been. She was definitely afraid of him, had every right to be scared of this situation, but she was soaked and liked what he was doing to her.
“I meant it when I said there are worse men out there than me, Fiona.” He spanked her ass again, but this time moved lower, so the tips of his fingers landed right on her pussy lips. She screamed out especially loud that time, but she grew even more soaked.