Page 17 of For the Taking

“Word on the street is, he wants you dead. He knows he’s failed, and anyone who finds you, gets a nice, big, fat reward. I wouldn’t go to your old job either,” he said. He had his ways, his spies, being able to keep an eye on things for him. It was how he knew he could trust her.

“How come we’re on the street then? Shouldn’t we be hiding?”

“I don’t give a fuck what reward you’ve got. You’re with me, and I can protect you.”

“You want him to know you’ve got me,” she said. “That makes no sense.”

He took a bite of waffle before finishing it off with his warm coffee.

“Meghan, I don’t intend to live after my revenge. I’ve got nothing to live for. No one. My wife was already dead before I could say goodbye. Her lifeless body in my arms. There is no love for me. Nothing for me. I don’t give a fuck if David was right outside my window with a gun ready to shoot, I’m ready to die. If you’re sticking around with me, you’ve got to be prepared for that.”


“Or, you’re on your own.” Even as he said it, he didn’t like it. He didn’t like the very thought of her being alone.

What was happening to him?

Chapter Six

They were still in the city, but on the outskirts. Meghan saw a great deal more of the countryside where she was standing. It was beautiful, but all she had to do was turn her head, and there was the city.

She had never left the inner city, but it seemed quaint, calm, lovely out here.

“I fuck a lot. I like sex. I like feeling my cock surrounded by a nice wet cunt, watching it open up, take my dick. I also love to see my cum filling them as well. There’s nothing more … primal than that.”

Riley’s words from earlier came back to her, so clear.

She pressed her thighs together, trying not to think or wonder what it could mean. He didn’t strike her as the kind of guy who was done and finished with only a few strokes. What also surprised her was his complete lack of embarrassment.

He was all about the control.

There was just something about him that made her want to … play with him. Not in a bad way, but to see just how far he could go. He fucked women into exhaustion. She hadn’t been with all that many men, and yet, she was curious about his level of … need. It couldn’t be like porn star need?

This was driving her crazy.

When they got onto the subject of fucking, she should have told him there was a risk of her getting pregnant. Only, their conversation had changed so fast, to death and his complete lack of desire to be with anyone else. He was willing to die for what he wanted.

After ten years of abstinence, he’d been with her.

She wasn’t jealous of his wife.

His story saddened Meghan. He’d protected her when he didn’t have to, and now, well, she couldn’t get him out of her head. It was crazy.

Running fingers through her hair, she made her way back inside the motel room. Riley had gone to get them some food. Closing the door, she sat on the edge of the bed, before collapsing back.

His cock had been so big as he slid inside her.

She put a hand on her stomach. She didn’t know when he’d be back. Would it be so bad to … touch herself?

He’d done it to her and been inside her.

Opening the clasp of her jeans, she slid her hand inside, moving past the fabric of her panties to touch her swollen clit.

She let out a little gasp. She was already wet, not that it was a shock to her. Since last night, she’d been aroused.

Nothing like a car ride, talk of sex and fucking to make a girl aroused. Pushing down to her entrance, she slid two fingers inside.

Even though he’d been inside her for less than a minute, she still felt a little tender. Pulling out, she stroked over her clit.

Closing her eyes, she pictured him here, now, watching her. Wanting her. She wanted to taste his cock, to have him order her around. What would it be like to have him take his fill? To not just belong to him one time, but for him to show her what it meant to be taken and exhausted by him?

His hands on her body, holding her down, keeping her in place so he could have his way. Would it really be so bad?

She didn’t think so.

In fact, she wanted him.

“Well, well, well,” Riley said.

His voice was so clear there was no way she was imagining it.

Opening her eyes, she sat up about to pull her hand from her pants, but he tutted and shook his head. “You don’t have to stop on my account.”