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pieces of firearms, blades, and even some items that weren’t legal in
the United States, he went to the backdoor, and opened it. Ryker stared at the
young woman still unconscious, and let his gaze travel over her body. She was
in clothes that were formfitting and that showed off her curves. She was the
first woman in a long fucking time that actually made Ryker feel something
other than the evil that lurked within him. He still didn’t know why he had
taken her back to his place, or what he planned to do with her. As it was she’d
be his prisoner, and how well would that go?
    He put the strap of the duffel over his shoulder and
reached out for her. She was curvy like a woman, and not all skin and bones,
but she was tiny in comparison to him. He cradled her in his arms, and stared
down at her face. Her dark hair was long and wavy, and even with her eyes
closed he remembered the greyness of the color when she had stared at him with
fear. Her chest was full, and her cleavage spilled out over the top in this
position. His cock jerked forward, stirred as if the damn thing had a life of
its own, and he had to hold in the groan that would have came forth from him.
Yeah, she had a lot to fear from him, and Ryker wished he could take that away.
But her not being afraid of him would be the stupidest reaction from her,
because he was one deadly motherfucker.
    He shut the door, and made his way to the stairs that
would take him to the upper level. After he unlocked two doors, and bolted them
back in place, he carried her to his bedroom. He had plenty of room so that he
could have let her sleep in a separate bedroom, but he wanted her close, needed
to make sure she didn’t try to run. Even if she didn’t somehow escape him
before he figured out what he wanted to do with her, she wouldn’t get far. He
knew these woods like the back of his hand, and they were miles away from
anyone else. She’d get lost and then die out there before she got away from
him.
    He set her on his bed and took a step back. All of the
lights were off, but he could see her perfectly from the moonlight that came
through the skylight. Her ass was big and thick and her belly slightly rounded.
Yes, she definitely had the thickness of a full-figured woman, and that had
Ryker’s cock punching forward, hard and insistent.
    She’d wake up soon, probably scream and fight him, but
he expected that. He went over to his dresser, set the duffle on it for a
second, and reached inside for some rope. Once he was back to her, he tied her
hands to the headboard, feeling like a sick motherfucker for the first time in
his life, and then moved back a step again. There she was, all spread out on
his bed and bound like some kind of sacrifice, and all he could feel was this
filthy arousal drumming through his body. He grabbed a rag and gagged her,
because even if no one would be able to hear her screaming, he sure as hell
didn’t want to listen to it. And then he left her alone in his room to get a
stiff drink, because right now a little liquid oblivion sounded like a good
idea.

Chapter Three
     
    Ouch!
    Fiona’s head hurt, and as she opened her eyes, her
vision was blurry.
    What the hell happened?
    Her thoughts and memories were all over the place.
What was the last thing she did? That was right—she had gone to Jake’s for some
sugar.
    Jake!
    Pulling on her arms, she gasped, and suddenly her
vision cleared. Staring up at her arms she saw her wrists were bound together.
The rope hurt her arms as they tied her to the bed. Crap, what the hell had she
gotten herself into? The man, Ryker, yes, that was his
name. He had killed Jake.
    Her heart raced and her mouth ran dry at what she’d
witnessed. There had been so much blood. Why did all these things keep
happening to her? First her parents and now Jake were gone from her. Was she a
bad person? Was this the way God paid her back?
    No, stop thinking like that.
    “ I see you’re awake.”
    She looked to the end of the bed. Ryker