Want

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“I…I…” I see her reach for something in her pocket. Probably something to subdue me, I lunge towards her…
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He moved fast. He moved so fucking fast I didn’t even see him move. He grabbed my wrist. The wrist attached to the hand that was buried in my pocket my fingers barely brushing against the cold the syringe. I felt the bone snap.

“Oooowwww Fuck…” I felt nauseous. The pain was unbearable, hot tears stung my eyes. I looked into his silver orbs.

“Whatcha reaching for Doc?”

I was in too much pain to answer. He reached into my pocket and pulled out the syringe.

“What’s this?”

I shook my head in answer. Obviously that didn’t satisfy him. He spun me around and pulled my arm up behind me. I screamed in pain. He pulled my back against his body, wrapping one strong thick arm around my waist. The other massive hand grasped firmly against my throat, not squeezing, just holding me there against him. He was so big. So fucking big. Everywhere. His hands, his scent, his presence.

He leaned forward, so his lips were right beside my ear. He stayed silent for a few moments, I could hear him breathing. Then suddenly he spoke. “Not nice Doc.”

“Riddick…” I could feel his muscular body pressed up against mine, his hard cock pressed firmly against my ass. I felt the blackness closing in and I let it take me.
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I lunged for her and grabbed her by the wrist. I twisted and felt the satisfying crunch of bone.

“Oooowwww Fuck…” She screamed. I could see the pain on her face. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes. I broke her fucking wrist, in one snap and she still looked into my eyes.

“Whatcha reaching for Doc?” I reached into her pocket and pulled out a syringe. I held it up so she could see it.

“What’s this?” She shook her head and looked at me defiantly.

I spun her around, so her back was to me, pinning her broken wrist between our bodies I pulled her flat against me. I felt her stiffen; her breath was coming in harsh pants.

I leaned closer to her, I could smell her. Fuck. She smelled amazing. She smelled …feminine and delicate. I wanted to thrust myself inside her and stay buried there until I was satisfied. “Not nice Doc.”

“Riddick…” A whimper. She sounded so…help…so …so lost. Fuck I wanted her. I wanted her screaming my fucking name. Riddick now. Not Richard. Maybe she did know. Maybe she knew exactly what I was capable of. Maybe she knows how proficient I am.

She is passed out. I could feel her giving in to it.
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I awoke alone. I was wrapped in a warm cozy blanket. I sighed softly, stretching my limbs. My wrist…is wrapped, with a splint and everything. What the fuck?

Suddenly it all came rushing back. Riddick. Richard B Riddick. Fuck. I tired to sit up and felt dizzy instantly. He must have drugged me. I laid back and closed my eyes. I’m fucked.

It feels like we’re moving, I think I’m on a ship. How is that possible? How the fuck didget get us out of the Hospital wing? There were armed guards in the corridor. I took a deep calming breath.

I opened my eyes and he was there. Standing right in front of me. His silver eyes boring into mine. I felt them on my skin, roaming over my face and my covered body. I flinched.

“You ok Doc?”

No. No I am not fucking ok!!! You broke my wrist you bastard. And here you are asking if I’m ok? I shook my head in answer and closed my eyes again.

I felt him on the bed, crawling up towards me. “Give me your arm.”

I had no choice but to comply. I turned my arm towards him. “You going to break that one too?” I asked thrusting my uninjured arm towards him.

“Other one Doc.” He wanted to see the broken one.

I pushed it towards him, shaking slightly and keeping my eyes closed.

He gently grasped my arm. Above and below the taping, being cautious and gentle. What the fuck? Riddick gentle?

He checked his wrapping. Satisfied that I didn’t disturb the splint while I slept he let my arm go. “Hungry?”

I didn’t realize it till he asked but I was starving. “Yeah…a little…”

“I’ll bring something.”
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I checked the splint and wrapping on her wrist. It was tight and straight. It would heal nicely.

“Hungry?” I watched her.

“Yeah…a little…”

“I’ll bring something.”
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We ate in silence. When we were finished and I felt a little of my strength returning I was ready to ask some questions. “Where are we?”

He glanced at me. “You’ll find out.”

“I want to know where the fuck you’re taking me.”

“No. You don’t want to know.”

“Yes. Yes I fucking do! And you better tell me the truth.”

He laughed. He fucking laughed. “I’m serious Riddick.” I glared at him.

“We’re headed for New Mecca.”

I stared at him shocked. “You escaped from Slam again and you kidnapped me. Do you really think that’s the best place to be going?”

“Concerned about me?” He smirked at me.

I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. What the hell was I gonna say? Yeah, I’m concerned about you Richard, cause even though you’ve killed countless people, and done god knows what else…I still want you and I’m glad you took me with you. I want to be alone with you; I want you to touch me. I want to feel you wrapped between my legs and feel your breath on my face as you fuck me.

I don’t want to say those things to him. I don’t want him to know how much he affects me. I’m so screwed up. He’d probably laugh his ass of if I said any of those things to him.

He sighed. I glanced at him. He was looking right at me, his eyes dancing over my skin. One corner of his mouth turned up, in a cocky half smile. “Pass me your dishes Doc. And get ready to land. We’ll be docking in 45 minutes.”

Forty-five minutes! We must have been in the air for two days if we’re that close. I wanted to scream. I wanted to ask him to turn around, to take me somewhere else. I wanted to lean forward and kiss him. I wanted him to wrap his amazing arms around my body and let me melt into him.

I did none of those things. Instead I nodded. “I’m going to just lay down…”

“I’ll come get you just before we land.”

I nodded again. Why the fuck does he affect me like this?

I watched him as he silently left the room, my dirty dishes in his hand. What an incredible fucking ass! He is perfection, I swear to god. I could see the muscles in his shoulders straining under his black tank top, his black cargo pants snug in all the right places.
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Neither one of us spoke while we ate. I could see her getting ready to say something. I looked away. “Where are we?”

“You’ll find out.” I let my eyes roam hungrily over her body. The blanket had fallen and was now pooled around her waist. Just looking at her makes me so fucking hard.

“I want to know where the fuck you’re taking me.”

“No. You don’t want to know.”

“Yes. Yes I fucking do! And you better tell me the truth.”

I laughed. I haven’t laughed in a long time. No reason to. Not when you’ve done what I’ve done. Not when you’ve seen what I’ve seen. “I’m serious Riddick.” She glared defiantly at me.

“We’re headed for New Mecca.”

She stared at me in shock. “You escaped Slam again and you kidnapped me. Do you really think that’s the best place to be going?”

“Concerned about me?” I smirked at her. She was gorgeous when she was angry.

I sighed softly. I gave her a cocky half smile. “Pass me your dishes Doc. And get ready to land. We’ll be docking in 45 minutes.”

“I’m going to just lay down…”

“I’ll come get you just before we land.”

She nodded again. Why the fuck is she affecting me like this?

I turned my back on her and left the room, silencing her questions. I felt her eyes on me. They stayed on me until I shut the door behind myself and heard it snick shut.
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“Let’s go Doc.” He was holding my good arm, helping me to my feet. I must have fallen asleep again cause I was pretty groggy. My eyes felt grainy.

I felt dizzy as I was pulled to my feet. Riddick was there, pulling me against his body, holding me tightly against his side. Why did he have to do that? Now I know how fucking perfectly his body fits mine. He wrapped his arm tighter around my waist.

“I’m going to help you to the cockpit. Okay?” He wasn’t looking at me when he said it. I leaned into him, feeling the strength of his body. Suddenly he was pulling me along. I had no choice but to follow.

We reached the cockpit and he helped me into the co-pilot’s chair. I almost let a whimper slip. I don’t want to sit in this fucking chair. I want to be pressed up against him. “I…I can’t…I’m not a pilot.”

“I’m flying the ship.” He buckled my belt for me and got into the pilot’s chair. I stayed silent as we landed.
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I watched her sleep for a few minutes before waking her. Her breathing was steady and even. I wanted to walk over there and kiss her awake. Instead I grasped her good arm and helped her to her feet. “Let’s go Doc.” She was still half asleep and I didn’t think she’d make it all the way to the cockpit by herself.

I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her up against me. I guided her to the co-pilot’s chair and helped her sit. She looked up at me and I almost leaned in to kiss her. She smelled so fucking good, I wanted to taste her. There would be time for that later. Once I was sure we’d be safe for a few days. She spoke and broke into my thoughts. “I…n’t.n’t. I’m not a pilot.”

“I’m flying the ship.” I quickly buckled her seatbelt, as if that was the reason I was still standing over her, not the fact that she enticed me. She intrigued me. I wanted to make her fucking scream.

She stayed silent as I landed the ship. We landed in the most uncontrolled part of New Mecca. They didn’t really check who came and went, and that fit me just fine. I really didn’t feel like killing some asshole merc right now.

I didn’t stop to take the time to figure out what that meant. Not until much later.
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He pulled his goggles down over his eyes and grabbed my hand, pulling me behind him. I followed silently. Where the fuck is he taking me?

Suddenly he stopped in front of a building. It was a three-story apartment block. He pushed open the door and walked in pulling me silently behind him.

“What are we”

“Shut up.” He tugged harder on my hand pulling me up one flight of stairs. He stopped in front of a door and pounded, hard.
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I didn’t want to give her a clue that we were there until I was in front of her door. I didn’t khow how she was going to react, so I told Doc to shut up. I pounded on the door ing ing for it to be answered.
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I heard sounds behind the door. I knew someone was coming. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. It was so loud in my ears I was sure Riddick could hear it. I clutched his hand tighter leaning up against him. He squeezed my hand back lightly.

Suddenly the door was thrown open and there stood the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had a beautiful face, shoulder length brown hair and a tall lanky body. She was almost as tall as Riddick, maybe two inches shorter than he is. She had tears in her eyes and launched herself at Riddick, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He dropped my hand to support her so she didn’t fall. She kissed him fully on the lips and pulled back to look into his eyes. “I knew you’d be back. I knew you’d be ok.” She squealed happily.

I wanted to rip her fucking head off. She was doing exactly what I wanted to be doing. Bitch. I wanted to tear her fucking head off. I wanted to smash her beautifaceface in. I wanted Riddick to hold me like he was holding her. I felt tears of jealousy welling up in my eyes. Why the hell did he bring me here?

Suddenly her eyes fell on me and she unwrapped her legs from him, sliding to the floor. “Who’s this?” She asked nodding her head in my direction and motioning for us to come in.
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I couldn’t wait to see her. I missed her so much. She is the only girl I have ever truly loved. I would die for her. Give up my fucking life in a heartbeat to save hers. The three years I was gone, on the run before I could make it back to her were the longest of my life.

I heard her moving behind the door. I felt Doc squeeze my hand tighter. I knew she was scared of what was on the other side. So I squeezed back gently to re-assure her.

The door was thrown open and t she she stood. Jack. Not her full name. Not Jacqueline. She’d always be Jack to me.

She launched herself at me and I had to wrap my arms around her waist to keep her from falling. She kissed me. On the lips. It wasn’t sexual or full of want. It was an ‘I Missed you so fucking much it was killing me and I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again’ kiss.

I saw her glance at my companion and unwrap herself from my waist. “Who’s this?” She opened the door wider and motioned for us to follow her.

I glanced at Doc and she was standing there with a strange expression on her face, glaring daggers at Jack’s back. I grabbed her hand and pulled her along behind me. Could it be possible that she was jealous of Jack? Interesting.
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Well what do you think? Would you like to know how he escaped? Why has he been on the run for the last three years? Would you like to know about the woman he trusted that led him to be caught? Was it Jack? Was it someone else? Answers are coming if you like my story and would like another chapter.

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