((Authors note:: Here's Chapter three for you, I hope you enjoy reading it as much I love writing it. And thank you again for the reviews! It's helping me want to write more and more.. Which is rare for me because I never truly continue a story. But hey I'm not just writin' for me anymore.. Anyhoo, enjoy and I'll have 4 comin' along shortly! 'Hugs'))
Chapter 3
Fuck.. Jack isn't as innocent as I thought..
Who'da thought, this little innocent doe eyed beauty turned into such a cold blooded killer? Now this was something I didn't expect. Point for you Jack, you stumped me good. I don't know what the fuck I'm gunna do now. Seeing her change like that, as if the girl I'd come to adore for her quirks had shifted into a complete stranger.
Yea that's right, I've got a soft spot for the little spitfire. Man and that hair.. No wonder she shaved it off back on that planet.. There would be no way she could hide her gender. Now I haven't seen hair like that since I was kid back in foster care.
She has this mane of dark brown curly hair that falls almost to her hips. Fuckable I'd say.. Heh.. That almost sounds wrong, but she's not some kid anymore. Jack is amazing actually.. Fuck she's cutting me deep.
She has no idea what she's doin' to me. I have to keep my ass in check before we both end up naked on the floor. Shit I doubt I'd get within five feet of her before she'd try to slice my ass. But it's gettin' to the point where when she looks at me, just with that sweet innocent face, every muscle tenses.
I'm gunna need a lot of self control around her. Hell I need to get laid, and she's the only thing on my mind.
Not good.
Oh you sick fuck Riddick she looks up to you, not AT you. You think that beautiful thing wants anything to do with your psycho fucked self? I didn't think so. So pull that twisted head outta your ass and shut the fuck up.
It was quiet.. The wind had died down as midnight rolled around. Shadows danced along old walls as Jack stood at the window. Her mind was far away as she gazed into the moon kissed sky. Arms held firmly under her breasts as a cascade of brown waves danced along her back to her butt.
She was running again, in her mind she was on a dark street taking off into the night. Her strong legs carrying her across the broken pavement. Panting as sweat dripped from her heated skin, the cool breeze swirling passed her moving form. Freedom reaching out to her from the darkness.. Jack heads down an alley, a shiv held tightly in her small hand. Her heart pounding furiously as she takes in rushes of air.
Suddenly she slams into a wall.. But its warm..
"Holy Shit!" She roared in surprise as her hands rest on a hard body. A massive chest rippling with well defined muscle just beneath a tight black shirt.
Jack didn't want to look up, she knew who it was..
"Riddick.." Was the only word that left her clenched jaws.
Not a breath of wind followed her in the darkness, just the heat of a beast standing before her. Before she could utter another word he shifted his weight and stood behind her. This was her favorite part.
This was when he would hold her arms tightly behind her back, pull her head to the side with his other hand and breathe her in.....
"Jack?" A voice called out to her..
"Jack you fallen' asleep over there?"
Shaking her from her day dream, Riddick sat at the edge of the bed. His fierce gaze drinking up the vision standing at the window. Jack sighed softly and turned, her eyes dancing with soft green shades.
"No I'm just thinking'." She replied as a yawn snuck up on her.
He shook his head and smiled. "You look tired hun, why don't you lye down?" His large hand patting the bed.
Jack smirked and slowly padded over, her hair swaying about her body with every step. "You know I won't sleep."
"Doesn't mean you can't relax, besides I'd like a warm body to keep me company."
"Funny.." She said with a mischievous grin as she plopped down to his left, "Most of the bodies you've kept company got cold."
"That's fuckin' sick Jack."
She laughed, "I'm just statin' the obvious."
Riddick raised a brow and let a smirk fly across his lips. "Well I prefer a pretty warm body next me over a cold one." 'No you'd like to be ONTOP of that pretty warm body.'
"Why Richard, are you hitting on me?" Jack mused in her best English accent.
Riddick couldn't resist, "What if I am? What ya gunna do about it?"
His low voice caused her body to shudder. A small flame danced in the deepest of places of her being. Unknowingly her naked legs crossed, causing the black shirt to rest right above her thighs.
Jack leaned forward resting her hands at the edge of the bed as he continued to gaze over her body. He could sense the sudden tension rising in her blood. That sweet lingering scent of heat hidden safely between those beautiful thighs.
'Oh god he's doing it again..' She thinks to herself while biting her bottom lip.
No man had ever caused her blood to boil the way Riddick was doing just then. Every fiber of her being was uncontrollably lashing out, begging for a taste of that dangerously sweet killer.
Her inner animal began to stir, shifting and turning every time she felt his eyes on her.. It was getting to the point where she could almost swear she felt six inch claws tearing desperately at her ribs. Roaring in defiance as it made its way through soft tissue.
Not only was her beast thirsty for attention, so was her body. Every single piece of her body ached with tension and longing. It would soon drive her to madness if she had no way of escape. If Jack kept fighting her inner battle, she would certainly succumb to her most wild of tendencies. Which in her case, was NOT on the top of her priorities list.
"Riddick do you have to look at me like that?" The words finally whispered into the air, gently floating above them as she looked to the ground.
'Interesting..' He thought to himself as a devious smile devoured his entire face, causing his panther like eyes to gleam with mischief.
"How would you like me to look at you?" He asked curiously, his body having inched ever so much closer without her realizing it. Patiently he waited for a response as his left arm slipped behind her smaller frame unnoticed.
With a sigh she shifted her knees up to her body and faced him sitting Indian style. Riddick was slightly taken back by this little act of courage as she stared him straight in the eyes.
"Do I still seem like a child to you Riddick?" A firm voice had taken place of that soft innocence, once again leaving him speechless.
"Do you still see me as that fragile bodied 16teen year old that didn't know her ass from a hole in the ground? The young girl that needed so desperately to cling to you for her own minuscule existence?"
She stopped a moment to watch his expression, and just as she figured Jack had wiped that smart ass smile from his face. 'Now you're in my territory Billy Bad Ass, lets hope you don't fuck it up for me or this psychotic angel will rip you apart.' Her beast growled with sadistic satisfaction as she struggled to keep herself balanced.
"You got it all wrong kid, I see you as Jack. Plain and simple."
Back to his Old self again, his voice sneering at her with every word spoken. Riddick wasn't too found of mind fucking. And he sure as hell wasn't gunna take any crap from a 21 year old woman. Didn't matter if it was Jack or not, no one fuck's with Richard B. Riddick.
"Yes if that's what ya wanna hear. You wanna be treated like an adult then fuckin' act like one, and right now you're actin' like a snob nosed teenager. I ain't no baby sitter Jack, so get to the fuckin' point."
Jack smirked, almost pleased with his reaction. He was obviously getting annoyed, and she just lapped it up. Nothin' better then gettin' to the universes most wanted escaped con. Damn she was lovin' every minute of it.
"I'm not acting like a child." Jack stated very matter of fact. As if his words had no effect on her.
"You see Riddick, I don't play mind games. I'm merely asking if you see me as anything more then a kid sister. I don't want to give you or me have the wrong impression. Just incase the fun and games become more serious then they need to be, that is."
'Well well now, Jack's a regular fuckin' lady.' He chuckled evilly to himself.
"Jack, Jack, Jack.." He trailed off as he leaned his face only a mere breath away from hers.
"I ain't about to go all soft on you and babble on about some bullshit lie about how I'm madly in love you. You and I both know that ain't happenin'. You on the other hand.. Well I can't say I blame you, I am a handsome devil if I do say so myself."
Riddick was letting his beast entangle itself in his little monologue. Knowing full well that he had just turn the tables on her.
Jack's fine arched brow raised slightly as narrowed eyes glanced accusingly in his direction.
'Bastard..'
Her beast snarled while its claws dug deeply into her flesh causing her to flinch. Feeding her ever growing need to either pounce him or rip his fucking head off. 'That mother fucker is turning it around on me! Oh you son-of-a-bitch.. You're gunna pay for that. I promise.'
A dark laughter suddenly bellowed from her twisted features as she glared back him, a menacing gleam flickering behind wild eyes.
"Don't fuck with Me Riddick, I was only askin' a question and now you're turnin' it around tryin' so badly to make me look like the bad guy. Besides that role is reserved especially for you."
"You're playin' with fire KID." He growled making a point on emphasizing kid.
"What if I am? You think I'm just gunna' curl up into a ball because you're fuckin' nuts? I don't think so. Now answer the fuckin' question because I don't have time for this childish bullshit."
Riddick's upper brow twitched.. She was pissin' him off alright. That certain sparkle in his dark ever shinning eyes told her she had just unleashed fury. Oh this was going to be sooo much fun!
"You better watch yourself JACK, I'm not fuckin' playin' this game."
Icy words drove into her skull like knives tearing away her thoughts as she continued to hold the stare. It was too exciting not to twist a little rage into the conversation.
"Heh, how interesting." She growled defiantly as she leaned just close enough for brush the tip of their noses together.
In flash he was on her, pinning her down on the bed with every ounce of his massive weight. Her eyes had widened for only a second as she grinned up at him, as if ignoring his burst of strength.
This only enraged him more, as a large hand swept over both wrists tightly and placed them above her head.
Riddick's free hand snaked up her thigh and over her stomach until it rested between her breasts, his thick fingers tapping her on her breast plate.
"You've got a lot of nerve talkin' to me like that." An animalistic voice poured from his twisted jaws, it was an octave lower than humanly possible. "Any one else would have been ghosted by now."
"Spare me the lecture." Jack spat angrily as she remained completely still under him.
She watched in agonizing silence as his face distorted into a twisted expression of rage. Nothing could save her now as the beast glared hungrily back at her. Wanting to clench its powerful jaws of hatred around her delicate neck.
"Riddick.."
"Shut up!" He roared pushing himself harshly against her.
A gasp escaped her lips as the air flew from her lungs leaving her breathless. Unable to breathe she began struggling beneath him, but to no avail her attempts of freedom suddenly seemed a lost cause.
"Don't fight me Jack, cuz I ain't lettin' you go after that shit you just threw in my face."
He was getting to point where he was battling with himself, part of him wanted to rip her throat out as the other part wanted to rip every last stitch of clothing from her body and fuck the living shit out of her.
She was playing a deadly game, and Riddick was holding back..
Suddenly she stopped moving, even her chest seemed to stop rising as she looked up at him with lifeless eyes. Something snapped in the back of her mind.
That dark essence she fought to keep caged had finally ripped its way to the surface, completely taking over any sanity she had left.
Riddick had no idea what he had just awakened... And he was about to learn the hard way.
