Part 3

Jeff was standing outside when they came out. She sobbed his name and tried to run to him. Riddick let out a low rumble of warning at her and she stopped. "Jeff,"

"Save it, Anna. My father was right; I'm too good for you. You sold yourself out to the highest bidder. You're no better than a whore," Jeff told her coldly.

Riddick stepped toward him, "I'd watch how you talk to my wife if I were you, Jeffery." Riddick threatened. She'd been though enough as it was and he still had to have sex with her and humiliate her further. She didn't need Jeff's disdain.

"Fuck her and fuck you. She's a whore and I'm glad to be rid of her,"

Anna felt like her heart had be ripped out. Jeff hated her and thought her a whore. She couldn't tell him the truth, Riddick would kill him, besides there was no evidence that Riddick ever existed. He wouldn't believe her and add liar to the list of her sins. She watched in horror as Riddick pulled a small shiv from his cargos and took a step toward Jeff.

She grabbed his arm and shook her head, "No. Please don't. He's just upset. He has a right to be but somewhere in all that anger he knows I didn't have a choice. Women don't have a choice here, his father saw to that."

"He has no right to call you a whore, Anna." Riddick told her, he'd been with whores, a lot of them. She wasn't one, not by a long shot. She was a innocent woman caught up in a power struggle. A victim. He may be a murderer but he couldn't stomach the abuse of women and children and that including name calling.

"He's not that far off the mark. I sold myself to you to save him." she muttered to herself as she watched Jeff walk away, unknowing how close he came to death.

Riddick just grunted and glared at the retreating back of Jeffery Logan.

"Do you have anything you want to bring with you when we leave here, Anna?" He asked, still starting at the door that Jeff went through.

"Yes," she whispered and allowed herself to be led away from the man she loved by the man that now controlled her fate.

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To Riddick and Anna's surprise, Judge Logan already had Anna's room packed up and shipped over to his ship. He watched as Anna stood in the middle of her now empty room. He could tell she was holding on by a thread and he didn't want to have to deal with her hysterics.

Fuck! He thought to himself as he closed the door. "Anna," He knew she wasn't ready yet to have sex with him but they had to do it.

She shook her head and allowed the tears to fall, "I know,"

Her voice was a sob and he actually winced when he heard it. She was radiating pain but no real fear. She was resigned now, defeated and lost. And he hated it. He didn't want to fuck her like this. He wanted her to accept him, just a little bit, before they did anything. The judge was one sick bastard he decided. He wanted to humiliate her as much as possible and prove to his son what a whore she was, just like her mother.

"Lights twenty percent," he said quietly and removed his goggles.

She let out a surprised cry when she saw his eyes for the first time. While she thought they were beautiful, they were the wrong color. Silver not brown.

His naked eyes ran over her, watching her struggle with herself. Her hands trembled and her grief spiked as she raised her shirt over her head.

He watched, unmoving as she stripped for him and he stifled a groan. She had a womans body, soft and curvy and the dark thatch of hair hid a delightfully sweet surprise for him. His cock was already hard and ready for action.

Anna stood naked in front of her husband's glowing gaze. Not Jeff. Riddick or Derek she was supposed to call him. The air was cold on her skin and she could feel the warm tears drying like ice on her face. She shook and her stomach rebelled but she straightened her spine and waited for him to touch her.

He took a step closer and removed his shirt. He watched as her eyes took in his chest and she swallowed forcefully. He tried to hide his smirk, he really did, but didn't quite succeed. She frowned at him and he sobered.

Another step and she forced herself not to retreat. This time his hand was on the button of his pants as he toed off his shoes. Their eyes held and she stopped breathing.

She'd never seen a naked man before, not even Jeff. She saw diagrams but she knew they would never compare to what was standing in front of her. Women of her world weren't educated beyond the eight grade and their sexual education consisted of, "Do as your man says. Please him in every way he asks, when he wants, how he wants and as often as he wants." She had a feeling Riddick would want it very often.

He watched her reaction as he dropped his pants in a pool at his feet. Her eyes widen and she let out a small gasp of alarm.

Surely he doesn't expect that thing to go between my legs? She thought. It'll never fit. She was staring at him but she couldn't help it and she felt her face flame. She heard him chuckle softly and she whimpered.

Her eyes met his again and the look of pure fear there sobered him once more. He closed the distance between then and cupped her face, "I'll try not to hurt you too much, Anna, but I'm a big man and you're a virgin. It's gonna hurt one way or another."

"I know," she said, her voice shaky and then she took a deep breath and let it out, "Just do it, Riddick. Get it over with so we can get out of here."

Not the most romantic wedding night, he was sure. But then again, what did he expect? That she'd come willingly, excitedly to his bed? She's in love with another man, blackmailed into marrying you, she's not gonna beg you to take her.

He nodded sharply, "Get on the bed," he told her and couldn't stop himself from admiring her ass as she crawled on top of it.

What should I do now? She needs to be ready for me or I'll rip her apart. He hesitated before he settled himself at the foot off the bed.

He touched her knee with his left hand and she jumped. Her muscles were tight and her legs clenched closed. That would not do, not at all.

"Relax," he muttered and touched higher on her thigh. "That's it, just breathe." he stoked her leg and found himself talking about nothing, rambling, and that was so not like him.

"I didn't start out to become a murderer, Anna. I was once a good man, a long time ago." he sighed, "I was in the military, special division. Worked for The Company." he looked at her, "The same fucks that run this place."

His eyes dropped to her stomach and he saw the muscles start to loosen, so he continued to talk. It was the most he's talked since Jack. "I noticed that things weren't adding up. People were going missing, good men. Honest men. I did a little digging and found it went all the way up the chain."

"What happened," she asked. Her voice hushed in the stillness of the room.

"I collected all I could and took it before my ranking officer. He said he'd look into it and get back to me. That night I was arrested and thrown into jail. No trial, no jury of my peers. Just the slam." Riddick's jaw clenched as he thought about those first few weeks in jail. The beatings. The rapes. "I was lucky cause I had the military training to take care of myself. That's how I became a murderer, Anna. They made me one."

He met her eyes and was shocked to find tears there, for him. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

He shrugged and noticed she'd relaxed more and her legs fell open slightly at the knees. She still wasn't aroused but she wasn't scared of him as much now and that was a good thing. It'll help and for some reason telling her the truth about him helped too.

He was a monster, but they made him that way, it wasn't a choice.

He urged her legs further apart and felt her try to tense again, "No, relax, baby, it'll hurt less. Just let it happen. Open up to me. That's it."

Riddick smiled to himself. He knew how to sweet talk women. It wasn't the first time he convinced a scared virgin to give up her treasure. It wasn't something he was proud of, but he was young and arrogant at the time. Before his life fell to shit and he realized what it was like to have to give up all control and lose something so personal through force or words. The outcome was the same. It was rape. He didn't want to rape Anna. Not after what she'd been through.

He moved his body up the bed further and settled her legs around him, careful not to touch her with his cock yet. He kissed her stomach and felt the muscles clench and quiver. His tongue dipped into her belly button and she hissed out a breath.

Anna felt Riddick's mouth on her and wanted to cry. It was hot and wet and making her stomach flutter. Every sensation was so new to her and she couldn't help but react. And she hated herself for it. Jeff never touched her like this. He kissed her a few times and held her hand but never so much as cupped her breast and now Riddick's mouth was on them and he was sucking strongly.

She wanted to be repulsed by it. She wanted to kick and scream and push him away. She did none of those things. She pulled him closer and watched him with hooded eyes.

Riddick felt her hands touch his head tentatively and growled as she pulled him closer to her body. He could smell her scent changing, she was becoming confused and aroused. He let go of her nipple with a pop and worked his way up her neck and then brushed his lips over hers.

Anna felt his weight settle over her and she started to panic again. Then he kissed her. Just a soft press of his lips against hers and she settled and waited for more. His tongue slid over the crease of her lips and she parted them with a gasp. He slipped inside the silken heat of her mouth and tasted her for the first time. Cherries.

Anna's small gasp made his cock twitch and he had to fight the urge to slam inside of her. Instead he deepened the kiss and pulled her deeper into his web. Riddick slid his hand down her stomach and cupped her mound. Her small hand wrapped around his forearm and tried to pull him away. He stopped and looked at her and after a few moments until she stopped pulling against him and just held on.

With his ring and pointer finger, he spread her open and slid his middle one down over her clit. She jumped in his arms and cried out. Anna's eyes sought his out frantically and he smiled slightly.

"It's ok." he whispered, "Let me touch you. Relax and let yourself feel it. You feel the burn?"

She nodded blinking rapidly.

"It feels good, doesn't it?"

Another nod and a soft "Yes,"

He slipped a finger inside of her and she breathed out a small, "Ohh,"

Riddick was shocked at how wet she was becoming already. He knew she didn't want to be doing this with him. That she wished he were Jeff. He wasn't a fool and he wouldn't delude himself into thinking there was a happy ever after for them. But he could give her this. Pleasure for the first time and he was sure it'll be a hell of a lot better than lover-boy could ever do.

He pushed his finger deeper and felt the evidence of her innocence. He had to close his eyes and swallow. His mouth was dry and his cock was weeping but he wanted her to cum and know what it felt like. He's seen women freak out the first time not knowing what was happening to them.

He slid out and rubbed the tight bundle of nerves again and heard the change in her breathing. She was close. "Riddick, what's happening to me?"

"I'm making you cum, baby. Cum for me."

"I'm scared," she cried out as her nails dug into his forearm.

He placed his lips on her ear and whispered, "Don't be. You'll love it, let go."

He felt her body tighten and slid his fingers back inside of her, careful not to hurt her. Making her feel only the pleasure, the fullness of sharing her body with someone else. She shattered against his hand and cried as her body jerked and liquid flooded his hand.

Beautiful. Nothing more beautiful than a woman's first orgasm. Should've tasted her. Not yet. Soon.

After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and blinked at him. He smiled, "You like that?"

She wanted to deny it more for herself than because of the smug look he had on his face. Did she like it? It was the best thing she's ever felt. She nodded and smiled back at him. She was sure he unaware that there was a look in his eyes that showed his worry that she'd hate him for what he did.

She licked her lips and whispered, "Yes,"

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Riddick prided himself in making a woman cum. Even the whores he fucked. He always made them cum, one way or another. He paid a higher price to assure they were clean, that way he could do anything he wanted with them and not worry.

He stroked her again and moved between her legs. He gently pushed her more open to accommodate his size and watched her watching him.

He looked down at the glistening ebony curls and growled. They tickled the very head of his cock and he scooted a little closer to her. He positioned the head at her opening and watched as it was lost in the cushion of her crisp hairs.

Anna was shocked at how gentle he was being with her. She expected him to rush, to hurt her and not care but he wasn't. He touched her and stroked her and she couldn't help but like how it felt. She wouldn't let herself feel like a whore. She was his wife now, it was his right to touch her like this.

She looked down at his penis as he probed her opening and knew it wouldn't fit. There was no way that would fit inside of her. "Riddick, it's too big."

He chuckled. Not too big, just right. He pushed forward slowly, parting her lips with the purple head and then he felt her heat surrounding him. He moaned and took the time to breathe through the urge to push home. She relaxed again, opening up for him and he slid in another inch and butted up against her virginal membrane.

Her eyes were huge as she looked up at him. She was scared, he could see her pulse racing in her neck, or was that excitement? A little of both. Riddick leaned down and caught her lips with his, grunted and pushed himself to the hilt.

She screamed against his lips and he loved the taste of it. She trembled and he loved the feel of it and she gripped him and he loved the elation of it.

The pain was searing and she felt as if he were ripping her in two. There was too much. It burned and throbbed and she could feel him pulsing inside of her. She involuntarily arched her back and took him deeper, if that were possible. Anna bore down with the need to push him out but all it did was make him slide back in when she stopped.

Riddick cursed and moaned. The feel of Anna under him, writhing was driving him to the brink of his control. "Anna," he rasped, his eyes and jaw clenched shut, "Stop moving." She went still and he sighed and drew in a few deep breaths.

"I'm sorry," she whispered on a sob, "I didn't mean too, I don't know what to do."

He smiled at that and opened his eyes. She was taken back by the playful look in them. "You're doing just fine." he kissed the corner of her mouth and moved his hips slightly, testing the waters to see how she'd react, to see if it still hurt. She inhaled sharply as fire streaked through her body.

Riddick watched her body heat up, the blush undeniable even with his shinned eyes. "You like that." It was a statement and he slid in again, this time a little deeper. Her head arched back, baring her throat to him and he almost came right there. She had no idea what that did to his inner beast but his control was quickly slipping again.

"Wrap your legs around my hips," he demanded and began to pump more briskly into her. "Tell me how it feels," he whispered against the soft skin of her neck.

"I don't know how," she replied. It was the truth. Anna was beyond words. She never imagined it would feel like this to copulate. The pleasure. The tastes and sounds and touches. Riddick snapped his hips forward and she cried out and her channel gripped him like a fist.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," he groaned and knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He wanted to make her cum again so she knew what it felt like to shatter with someone. The strength of that was amazing and he wanted to share that with her.

He never came with whores. He would always wait till they were done and then fuck them as hard as he could to blow his load. When he was younger and stupid, he allowed himself to care for someone. She was the only one he shared that experience with, until now.

His hand slipped between them and he teased her clit with his thumb. He felt her walls starting to convulse around him, he stroked her again, once, twice. She clutched him and drew back into herself.

Then they exploded together.

She was crying. It was the first thing that registered in his mind. The second was that he was shaking. He never shook. Never. Fuck! He thought to himself.

He shifted off of her, afraid he was crushing her with his weight and listened in the darkness as she sobbed. After five minutes, he couldn't take the guilt anymore and pulled her to him and stroked her long black hair.

Didn't mean to hurt her. Tried not to hurt her. Knew I'd make her hate me.

Why do I care? Long flight ahead of us, that's all. Could put her in cryo, maybe?

No, I wouldn't do that to someone, unless she wants to.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked gently, afraid of the answer. She shook her head against his chest, which was now wet with her tears. "What is it? Is it...," he swallowed his pride. Talking about another man after you just had sex with someone wasn't good for the ego. "Jeff?"

"Yes." she confirmed and felt Riddick stiffen though he tried to hide it.

He sat up abruptly and reached for his pants. "We should go,"

She was shocked by the change in him. Did she just hurt his feelings? "Riddick," she reached out and touched his shoulder. He flinched away and stood.

"Come on, I want off this death rock."

Anna stood on quivering legs and regarded him. What happened to the tender man that just took her to the stars? Then she realized. He thought she was crying because it was him. Because he wasn't Jeff. That was only part of the reason, a small part she realized with startling clarity.

"Riddick,"

"My name is Derek," he bit out and pulled his boots on. She walked over and stood, naked, in front of him. He raised an eyebrow at her, "You going like that?"

Anna reached out and touched his head. The stubble tickled her fingers and she felt an answering tug in her stomach. "I'm sorry I made you angry. It isn't what you think."

"What? You crying about some other guy after I just get done fucking you? After I take all that time to make it enjoyable for you." He replied emotionless and he concentrated on his boots.

She smiled. He was pouting and she saw a flash of anger at her smirk. She stopped smiling and kissed him. She pulled away after his body began to relax some. "I was crying because...this morning, when I woke up I was so sure of my life. Where it was going. Who I was going with. Then you show up and blow everything apart. Everything I had this morning is gone. My life, my home. Jeff. You have to give me time to adjust here."

"You were crying for another man, minutes after I screwed your brains out." he said coldly.

"It was more than that and we both know it." she looked him straight in the eyes, "Don't we. That's why I was crying. I know that what we just shared," she looked away, searching for the right words, "It was beautiful and special and more than I could have hoped for. Even with Jeff."

He smiled then, a slow, purely smug male smile that made her traitorous heart flutter. She knew she loved Jeff, she still did but there was something about Riddick that made her blood run hot. Maybe it was her merc blood that made her like the bad boy type. She'd never met one before now. She questioned that only sightly now, not enough time. But she wondered how Riddick could make her burn like he did if she loved someone else. She should be repulsed by him touching her, instead she ached for more.

"You think I'm better in bed than Lover-boy?"

Anna didn't comment because that was exactly what she was thinking but he didn't need the ego boost. Jeff was calm and safe. Riddick was dangerous and sexy, he screamed sex when you looked at him. And death, she remembered the look in his eyes when he pull the shiv out to use on Jeff. She turned and tried to walk away without answering but his arm came around her waist and stopped her.

He snuggled up behind her naked form,"You don't think Lover-boy would make you cum like that?" he whispered seductively in her ear. His hand slid around her body and cupped her dripping mound. Their combined fluids were seeping out along with the coppery scent of blood that had now mixed with them turning them pink. He growled and grew instantly hard. He wanted to taste her in the worst way. Blood and virgin cum, "Fuck, we need to get back to the ship."

He didn't want to take her there again. He had a feeling they were being monitored, maybe not visually but someone was watching to door, he was sure of it. He also knew there would be tests done on the stains on the sheets, just to prove they had sex and to give the judge some sick thrill and make Riddick want to kill him.

"Get dressed and let's go," he growled. "I don't trust these fucks and I want out of her before something happens." He handed her a wet cloth from the basin and she cleaned up quickly and dressed. He noticed she winced slightly as she buttoned her pants. "You sore?"

"Little bit," she said and felt her face flame. Riddick let out a bark of laughter and steered her out the door by the small of her back.

He left the door wide open behind him and took a large amount of satisfaction when he saw Jeff look her over, glance at the rumpled bed and turn white. There was no way she could hide what they were doing in there. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were still sparkling with post-orgasmic bliss.

"I need to say goodbye to Jeff," she muttered as Riddick led her down the hall toward his ship.

"No."

"No? What do you mean no?" Anna looked at Riddick, her blue eyes pleading, "Let me say goodbye."

Riddick shook his head, "He said goodbye already,"

"Riddick, please," she whispered.

"My name is Derek, and I said no. He lost his claim on you and then he called you a whore. You're my wife and I forbid you to see him again,"

She looked in Jeff's direction and saw hate burning in his eyes. His face was twisted in rage and she was shocked to see how much he resembled his father in that moment. She was going to say she was sorry but something in his eyes scared her and she moved closer to Riddick. She never thought she'd see the day she was afraid of Jeff. He'd always been so kind and loving to her.

She did that, along with Riddick and mostly his father. If it hadn't been for the Judge, he'd still be the happy, nice guy he was before.

Or would he be? She wondered. Was this anger and hate lurking under the surface just waiting for a reason to come to light?

Jeff looked at Riddick with the same disdain that his father had and Riddick cocked his head to the side. The kid had no idea who he was fucking with. Riddick was sure his father didn't reveal his real identity because he knew Riddick would kill them both for it.

Riddick could see a change in Jeff and he knew he needed to get them off planet soon and away from the judge and his son. There was something in the boys eyes that he didn't like. Something didn't bode well, that he was sure of. He was also sure they hadn't seen the last of Jeffery Logan.

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