Chapter 18.

The days that followed were easy, good even. Riddick had been busy with clients during the days, but he spend his evenings with me, in bed. I had filled my days with reading, walking outside with Jack and yesterday I had attempted to bake a cake, but failed miserably.

I woke, feeling something very softly stroking my bare arm. I sighed and opened my eyes, locking eyes with the person the whole city feared immensely.

'Well good morning little Hazel,' he grinned, bowing down to capture my lips with his. I responded to his kiss, enjoying his hand pulling me even closer, until he maneuvered me under his broad body.

'Good morning,' I answered back, almost breathless. He chuckled.

'LIttle Hazel, what to do with you, lying so beautifully beneath me,' he mocked. He let his hands wander over my body, slowly, teasingly. I placed my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I kissed his lips, before whispering to him.

'Make love to me.' I had said the words on purpose. I wanted to watch how he would respond. I thought he might be shocked, maybe angry even, but once again, he surprised me.

'With please,' he answered, letting his hands wander further down my body, until they found my stomach and then the place between my legs.

I gasped softly when he ever so gently let a finger roam between my legs. He groaned.

'So wet already Hazel. Only for me.' I nodded and then moaned as he rubbed me and slowly entered me with his finger.

'Only for you, Riddick.' He kissed me hungrily and added another finger. I gasped.

'Please,' I moaned. He kissed my jaw and neck, making little bite marks on the skin his teeth found.

'Please what, Hazel?' he asked, his voice hoarse. I swallowed deeply.

'I need- I need you,' I softly managed to gasp. He chuckled again.

'I know you do. And you will get every inch I have to offer, little Hazel.'

I knew Riddick was not one to like the term 'lovemaking' he was more the 'fucking' kinda guy. But nonetheless, the next half an hour was bure bliss and after a warm shower I missed his closeness.

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Riddick had developed a dislike for his clients who'd stare at me whenever I was in sight. So to keep him from killing his clients, I decided to spend the day outside, enjoying a book. Jack still followed me wherever I went, so the two of us made our way outside.

'Let's sit here Jack,' I told the dog, sitting on the old log. It was my favorite place outside, because it gave the best view over the entire garden and the house. Riddick had once mentioned he could see me here from his chair in his office. Maybe it would give him peace, seeing me sitting there with a book.

For almost an hour I was lost in the words between the pages. The weather was nice enough, the wind gentle on my hair. Every now and then I heard Jack move a bit, but he would always stay close to me, like Riddick had ordered him I believed.

Turning another page I heard my name being whispered. I looked up. Riddick would never whisper. I watched around me, not seeing anyone. Had I dreamed it?

'Hazel,' came the whisper again, a little louder this time. I stood, what made Jack follow me instantly. I turned around and then noticed someone behind me. He was a couple of meters behind me. But he was here. My brother.

'No Jason,' I said. I felt fear gather inside me for the first time in the last few days. This would complicate things once more. Riddick had told me what he would do with Jason when he would show his face here again. And I knew he was a man of his word. Always.

'I grabbed my book a little tighter and took a step back from Jason. He seemed clueless as to why I would not run straight into his arms.

'Hazel, I have come for you. I am sorry for hurting you last time. I have arrangements for us. I will set you free.' His words sounded not sure at all. He sounded like he needed to be convinced of his own abilities.

'You need to go Jason. He spared you last time, he will hurt you when he sees you.' My words were soft, but by the expression on his face I say he had heard me.

'Hazel…' He sounded broken and I wondered if he was still using drugs.

'Stop visiting me Jason. This only makes things worse.'

'He rapes you, doesn't he?' Jason asked, horror written all over his face.

'He does not,' I answered sharply. Jason took another step closer and that was where Jack drew the line, he stood before me, baring his teeth, growling.

'I won't hurt you, Hazel. Come with me,´ he said, eyed the dog nervously.

I took another step back, not sure what to do. I needed to make him understand he had to stay away. I was fine.

'Jason. This is the last time I will see you, promise me. I am fine, he treats me good and I am happy here,' I said, my voice steady. Jason look even more horrified.

'You really enjoy living here, don't you? Probably enjoy to be used as playtoy by someone so wealthy and powerful. Tell me, does he share you with his friends too, hmm?' It was that moment I knew he was still using drugs and I turned, walking towards the house. I saw Jack beside me, but before I heard Jason, I felt his hand on my shoulder, turning me sharply, probably bruising me already.

'You are coming with me, now!' he shouted. This close I saw his eyes better than before, his dilated pupils telling me everything I needed to know. Jack growled loudly and went for Jason, what made him release me. I was doubting between entering the house and watching in case Jason would hurt Jack.

I placed my hand on the handle of the door, relieved and scared to see Riddick watching me from the other side of the glass. He moved fast. Within a second he opened the door and stood beside me, then before me, shielding me from Jason with his broad shoulders.

'Jack,' he spoke in that deep voice, making the dog stop biting at Jason's leg instantly. Jason, who had fallen to the ground, slowly stood and faced Riddick. I saw the fear written all over his face. Riddick on the other hand stood tall before me, his body nothing but a big brick of confidence and power.

'I have warned you not to come here, if you valued your life,' Riddick growled. Jason almost whimpered hearing the words.

'Please,' Jason begged.

'And it was the last warning I would give,' Riddick continued. Jack slowly walked up towards me, what made Riddick glace towards me. He gently took my hand, pulling me closer.

'I want you to go inside, Hazel,' he softly told me, his voice completely more gentle now he spoke to me. He kissed my lips swiftly, before he nodded his head in the direction of the door. Our eyes locked for a moment. I knew what would happen when I would go inside. He would kill my brother.

I wondered if this was my fault and how I would live with the knowledge I was the only one now, standing between Jason and his last moments on earth.

'Now,' he added, when he saw my doubting face. I nodded and turned. When the door closed behind me I did not watch back. Not once. I went into Riddick's office, the place the most far away from that door and what was happening behind it.

I sat down on a chair, pulling my legs up, making myself small. Jack sat beside me, a statue guarding me, once again.

It felt like years before I heard the door of the office open.

'There you are,' I heard Riddick say. I turned in the chair, watching him enter. I did not know what I was expecting. Blood maybe, his eyes red from killing. But he just seemed like he always did. He walked up towards me, his eyes trained on mine, like I was some sort of interessant study object.

'And?' I asked. Riddicked squeatted down before me, cokcing his head to the side.

'And what?' he asked me back. I swallowed.

'Did you kill him?' I asked. Riddick licked his lips.

'What do you think, little Hazel. You know I am a man of my word by now, don't you.' I nodded. He nodded too.

'Good girl.'

Everything felt so unreal. My brother was dead. Riddick a true killer. He placed his hands on my upper thighs.

'Has he hurt you?' He asked me. The question startled me.

'No, I walked back towards the house when I saw him.'

'He touched you,' Riddick said. I watched him, not sure what he meant.

'He touched you, otherwise Jack would not have bitten him,' Riddick explained. Then I remembered.

'He grabbed my shoulder. That's it.' Riddick stood and sat down in the chair, opposite of mine.

'Stand,' he ordered. I watched him, not sure what he wanted. He gave me a nod, so I slowly stood. He then licked his lips.

'Strip.' I felt like stepping into an icebath.

'What?' I asked. He cleared his throat.

'You heard me, remove your clothes.' I took a step back.

'No,' I said, not liking how this was going.

'No? Are you sure Hazel.' The look in his eyes scared me.

I took another step back. I liked the way he would touch me and hold me, make me come every time, but right now he was making me insecure, making me feel small.

'The other option is that I will remove your clothes, and both are fine by me.'

I placed my hands in front of my chest. Why was he ordering me this?

'I don't understand why-' I did not even know how to end that sentence. Riddick sighed.

'Undress, I need to see you are fine and not hurt. Today, so undress. Now.' I turned away from him, knowing he would really undress me if I defied him any longer. I slowly pulled my sweater from my body, placing it on the chair, before undoing my shoes and jeans. Standing in my underwear I turned back, watching his hungry eyes scanning every inch of my body.

'See? I am fine,' I said. He licked his lips once more.

'You sure are fine, little Hazel.' I noticed Riddick seemed a little darker, his voice a little deeper. Maybe the kill gave him some sort of rush.

He adjusted his pants and opened his fly, pulling his erection out.

'Come here Hazel,' he told me. I noticed even his eyes seemed darker. While he had been nothing but gentle and caring these last few days, I feared him again.

'Riddick…' I hesitated.

'Hazel, now,' he added. I slowly came closer, freezing when his had shot out and gripped my arm, pulling me on his lap.

'Riddick you-' I bit my lip. I did not need to anger him. He placed me right before his rock hard cock, his dark eyes watching mine.

'What little Hazel?' he asked, his voice almost a pur. He undid my bra and threw the garment to the floor.

He kissed my jaw and I felt his finger playing with the elastic edge of my panties.

'Hazel?' he tried again. I swallowed.

'You scare me,' I then blurted out. He placed both his hands on my hips, his eyes trained on mine.

'I need you now Hazel. Nothing to be scared about. Just you and me.' He kissed me hungrily and I felt how his finger slipped under my panties and he rubbed my clit.

'Don't fear me Hazel.' He helped me up and he shoved my panties to the side, making me slide down on his erection. I closed my eyes feeling how he filled me completely.

'Ride me.' His order was short, clear and exactly what he helped me do. It was not long before he stood with me in his arms, his cock still deep inside of me and he placed me on his desk, pushing me on my back.

His thrust became more demanding, deeper and rougher as he neared his release. Before he did he rubbed me again, a steady rhythm driving me over the edge right before he joined me. I gasped when pulled himself from within me and readjusted his pants. He pulled me up, so I was sitting on his desk, naked except for my panties.

'You are mine, completely.' I nodded as a reply. He bowed closer and kissed me.

'This is the reason I need you away from my clients. Killing and talking about killing makes me… more animal.'

I suddenly understood the dark look in his eyes and his sudden need to have me.

'Come here Hazel, I will draw you a bath.' He gathered me in his arms and walked me up the stairs.