New London was big and there was nothing that made Jack feel better than fresh air, the smell of good food, and Riddick, paying special attention to her.

He used the fact that in public, he had to be close to her, that he was supposed to be her husband. He played it up, holding her hand, putting his arm around her, walking close, all the while keeping a look out for trouble.

When they arrived night had fallen, and after his meeting with his contact they ate a brief dinner in a café outside the city limits along a street where there was a lot of underground clubs.

He knew she was feeling better and that was important. He had the feeling that she was hurt by his behavior and wanted her to feel good.

"Feel like fun Riddick?" she asked smiling. Dinner was good and she enjoyed it. The fact that he had petted her and gave her attention when she needed it was just a bonus.

"I can do fun. Never did fun before, but I can try." He said to her taking her hand and walking in the night air. "What do you have in mind Jack?"

"Do you dance my husband?" she said smiling knowing that word sent shivers down his spine. They played their parts so well that he was forgetting about the fact that once on the ship it would be back to biting and scratching because of the awkwardness. But he smiled back loving his part, it was quickly becoming his favorite.

It struck him as strange that the feeling of just being with Jack would calm him and excite him at the same time. He had always thought of her as someone special, and he couldn't reject the notion that his feelings, although lustful for sure, were deeper and more close to his hear than he had realized before. These thought were comforting and frightening at the same time, but he didn't seem to mind them.

"No, but I like to watch." You. He answered kissing her cheek.

"No hands? I remember your hands, you like hands…" she said low just loud enough for him to hear her.

"I think that wine's gone to your head." He quipped looking at her stare at him.

"I had one glass with food so you can forget the 'you're drunk' excuse. I want to let go a bit, come on… Don't make me beg."

Now that's an idea. He thought.

"On two conditions." He said pulling her aside and leaning against a low wall. "You will not let any man touch you, and the minute I say leave, we're gone."

"Absolutely." She answered feeling his hands on her hips underneath the long leather coat she wore. "I get it, no men. You're really possessive you know that?"

"I don't share." He said kissing her neck just for the hell of it. "Like that did you?"

"No fair, you're taking this game too seriously." She sighed in his ear.

"Just marking my territory." He chuckled putting his hand on her ass and smacking it.

"Come on Tarzan." She said putting her arm around him. "You're a fun date."

"This is my first one." He said quietly.

"No! Really?" she said surprised. "Don't worry it's mine too."

They both laughed and went into the club. It was dark except for the strobe lights above them and on the dance floor. The music was similar to the kind she like to listen to and she was excited when they entered.

"Well, you like to watch," she said into his ear, then nipping it, "so watch."

He groaned and she shed her coat moving towards the dance floor.

The beat was hard fast and hypnotic. He watched her close her eyes and feel the music. She was letting the animal out and he loved to watch her when she did.

Be careful dickey boy or you'll forget it's a game…

He sat back in the shadows as she waded through the sea of people to the pit where men and women undulated to the beat of the music. He couldn't be more pleased…She needed to let go, the test would be to not pounce her when she did.

His gaze was steady and he watched her react to the reverberating music around her. Moving with the waves of people dancing she forgot herself, which was good, because he was compelled to stare at her body which was perfect for dancing. He realized how much he wanted to touch her, to rip her clothes off and dive into her.

A woman tapped her on the should her and she smiled, starting an erotic dance with Jack, causing Riddick to stop breathing altogether. He took in a shallow breath as she put her hands on Jack's hips and began to grind against her.

Jack, you keep surprising me…

It was the most stimulating thing he'd ever watched. The years in the slam, the ones on the run, he'd never had a chance to play, to enjoy life. And he was enjoying the hell out of watching her.

Go out there, get a piece of that—his inner beast shouted.

He continued to watch Jack being touched and touching the woman who looked about as hot as she did and wondered what the hell he was doing sitting down and not going to her. To say that he was aroused would have been an understatement. He shifted against the pole where he had been watching them and realized that it wasn't enough. His taste of her the night before and the memories of his hands on her were enough to make him want her.

Riddick removed his coat placed it by the pole where he knew no one would take them and began to move towards her. He knew one thing. He wanted those hips writhing against him, now.

When he reached her, she was heavy lidded and aroused. The music, her constant staring at him while she danced, made his arrival all the more intoxicating. "Wanna play baby?" she asked in his ear.

"Oh yeah." He said smiling and looking at her partner who smiled and returned to the throng of people behind her. She was all animal now. And he wrapped her arm around her and pulled her against his pelvis and felt her hips move. A new song started with a hot grinding beat and he took full advantage of it and put his other arm across her collarbone his hand was flat across the valley of her breasts, holding her against him while he kissed her neck and pushed against her rhythmically. She moaned and squirmed against him. He loved every second, and growled in her ear to let her know that she could let go and he'd be there to enjoy the ride with her.

"Yeah that's good Riddick." she said licking her lips.

He growled in response. Now this is more like it. He remembered how her hips moved so erotically when he watched her dance the first time in the gym, but it felt incredible to have those seductive movements move against him made him so hard he could barely stand it. She leaned against him arching herself after feeling his hardness against her backside and he groaned taking it all in.

She's fucking unbelievable. He slowly snaked his hands around her waist flattening one against her low stomach. He got underneath her shirt and felt the hot slick skin underneath. She was letting him move her hips until he grabbed her and turned her around. "Jack, you're beautiful."

"Touch me." she said staring into his goggled eyes. The lights went low and blue light, light that he could tolerate began to run across the dance floor.

He took off his goggles and placed the into one of his pockets and cupped both her cheeks and put her on one of his thighs. Holding her fast, she moved against him slowly, grinding against his movements. She moved her hands up his chest and down towards his waist. He growled against her as he pulled her close to him. Her hands moved toward his waist and he let her lean back a bit to dance against him.

She took her hand and ran one up her torso, and over one breast while at the same time she ran one down his stomach and down the leg she'd been dancing against, grazing him. His arms crushed her while he kissed her neck, "You're killing me Jack." He growled in her ear.

"I'm sorry." She said as his hands were under the back of her shirt tracing small circles on her back.

"No Jack, you're not." He said looking into her eyes and only seeing desire and need.

"No, I'm really not." She groaned as his mouth had hit just under her chin. "Riddick I could say the same. You are a pretty good dancer you know." She said as the music changed again. It was a song with a slower, more sensual beat. They swayed touching and caressing each other. His hands were against her back and sides, desperate for her breasts but he knew if he ventured there, he'd be in serious trouble. He never kissed her lips either, but worked his way around her face and neck making her so hot for him she couldn't stand it either.

That made him happy as hell. "Jack, I just know how to fuck standing up and I like doing that, a lot." He purred in her ear. "The only difference is we're fully clothed and in public."

"Well," she said moaning against his ear, then taking her tongue and licking his neck tasting salt, "that's good to know."

He smiled at that moving faster and pushing her spread thighs against his pelvis in quicker more fluid movements. "Just you wait …."

"Oh, yeah…promises, promises." She smirked moaning every word. "You uh, talk, a, good, oh, show."

He stiffened and put her down. "Time to go Jack." He said seeing something over her shoulder that made him nervous and he didn't like that at all.

She grabbed his goggles from his pocket and handed them to him suppressing whatever she had been experiencing at the time. Time to go, meant time to go.

XXX

He felt them before he actually saw them and if it weren't for the fact that Jack was a pretty big distraction, he'd of noticed them a lot sooner.

Way to go asshole---leading with your dick. He thought to himself.

He grabbed Jack's hand and led her from the dance floor thankful that there was blue light and tons of people to mask their escape. He knew she was worried and frightened. He didn't look at her but kept his eyes on the two men that seemed to be transfixed with the dancers that had been dancing around them.

Mercs. Can smell them a mile away. He moved silently, pulling her along until he reached the couch where he had put their coats, a recessed seat where he could watch unnoticed. He sat down and pulled her on his lap making her face him. "Where?" she asked shaking a little.

Placing his hands on her hips she looked at his face, his shining eyes boring into her face. "One at the bar, one by the railing." He said as her eyes adjusted to see what he did. He smiled wryly as she found them and he could feel her hands tense on his arms. She groaned and closed her eyes in disgust. That's my girl, see them, get used to it, that's my life…your life now.

She turned back to him and asked, "What's the plan?"

He grabbed the sides of her face and his lips came down on hers in a crushing passionate kiss that sent her reeling. His arms, strong and hard, held her against him as his lips assaulted hers in a fervent seductive dance. His agressiveness removed whatever conscious thought she had in her brain, and it became only his touch, the taste of him and his scent that she could concentrate on.

His lips, at first hard and possessive softened into a playful and arousing array of nips and touches against her skin and his growling against the hollow of her neck, as his hands roamed her slender back gave her the most incredible sensation deep down into her body.

"What—was—that—for?" she asked breathlessly mindful not to say his name or speak too loudly.

If it weren't for the fact that the mercs were directly in front of them, she would have attacked him with everything she had. His tongue was incredible and she couldn't wait to taste him again, and again and again. His kisses were powerful and intoxicating and she had dreamed for such a long time that he would be the one to make her ache to have more. She closed her eyes allowing herself to succumb to the feather light touch of his hand underneath her shirt, the feel of his rough hands against her skin and his labored breathing because of it.

He felt it too, she wasn't just dreaming it. Riddick was touching her and wanting her as badly as she wanted him. Against her cheek, as he toyed with the back of her neck making her mewl with pleasure, he whispered in his husky growl, "They're right behind me. Be quiet."

He played with her hair, calming her, as he listened to the voices as he watched them. All the while, keeping her from seeing them. "Kill Anderson, and get the girl. Mohammed wants her untouched, and I mean untouched. One hair out of place and we're fucked." A deep voice said from six feet away.

No…she thought grabbing onto Riddick's arm.

His petting of the back of her neck continued and his lips found hers in a slow deliberately dizzying set of deeply penetrative kisses, causing her to lose all fear, and only concentrate on his stirring her blood into a hot boil.

Descending to her jaw, her neck and ear he purred, "Sh. It's gonna be fine Jack."

All she could do was whimper and involuntarily arched her back pushing herself harder against him making him growl in response. He moved his hands to her hips to stop her but only served to push her harder against him.

Gotta focus dickey boy, there's time for that later…

He groaned and started kissing her again cupping her face and enjoying himself waiting for the men to speak again. Damn Jack you taste fantastic, but I gotta listen so I can kill these fucks. He thought to himself as her hands played with the back of his neck. His body cried out for release and he knew that he would never tolerate another man putting his hands on her. She was his and no one was going to come between them.

He pulled away from the lure of her ferocious desire moving his lips to her neck and resting them there. Her disappointment at his ceasing made him smile against her skin.

There's always later for that Jack.

"Stroud, a million is a big payday. Why the fuck is she so expensive? What did she do ghost somebody?"

Riddick continued rubbing and caressing her, keeping her distracted as he listened. "No man, she's a virgin and that fat fuck wants to be the first to get that ride. He wants that cherry to be his. Look Boyle, wouldn't you want to fuck that?" Stroud said looking at the photo showing it to a smaller thinner man.

"Jesus, look at that mouth, gotta wonder what she could do with that! Who wouldn't want a piece of that fine ass. Damn if she would be a tight fuck. What if she's been breached?"

"We can't touch her, she's gotta come back in tact. If she's been popped, then we lose half the money asshole. But that fat fuck on Hellion Prime said nothing about fucking her up the ass. Now, you wanna talk about tight."

Jack felt Riddick's jaw muscles clench and knew they were both as dead as the men in New Mecca, but the difference was going to be that this would be for pleasure, not just to get them off their backs. He was going to take his time.

She whimpered in fear and bit her lip when the words reached her. "Jack, don't believe a word of it. They won't touch you." he whispered in her ear.

"We'll take them at the ship, the trader we set up said they'd come down here. All the hot bitches do, We just have to check each club until we find them. Man getting her is gonna be a great fucken payday. She's worth more than that butcher Riddick before he got ghosted. They need to be back in a few hours to pick up the cargo, lets keep looking. Asshole said she was wearing that long fucking hair up. Look around, maybe we'll get lucky." Stroud decided running his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah, lucky, I want to pop her ass first." The skinny man said putting the picture in his pants. "I want to cum in that creamy ass."

Riddick growled rage and jealousy swelling within him. Jack felt his agitation and smooth his cheek with hers purring, in her dreams it always worked to calm him. Her dream was right, he softened if only briefly.

He closed his eyes for a few moments, gathering his thoughts and working out a plan. She laid her forehead against his and waited. She felt his hands work their way up her body and pull the clip that held her hair in. "I like it down better, don't you Jack?"

He smiled at her and stared at her mouth, and wanted to taste it again. "Jack," he said pulling her into his arms closer than he had before, not teasing, but protectively he spoke low and in her ear, "I'm gonna ghost them all."

"Good, kill them slowly, pull their innards out, then let's disappear, like you said. I want this over." She said in a low menacing tone. His growl against her chest was all the approval she needed.

He held her tenderly resting his cheek on hers, knowing the animal was coming and he didn't know when he'd be able to feel like that again. "Jack. Move. Now. Stay behind me and keep up." He ordered putting his goggles back on and grabbing his long coat.

She put hers on and fell in step with him and they followed without notice. Every few moments he would check on her and her face, serious and deadly, and saw the fatigue that he understood all too well.

The two mercs were walking towards an alley a few block from the spaceport. Riddick knew that this was the moment that they would use to their advantage. Cutting between the alleys and the rows of ships in the distance, Riddick pulled Jack aside and spoke in a low whisper.

"Jack, listen to me. I will come back for you. Don't move, understand?" he said and her nod was something he'd never forget. Her face showed him hope, fear and love. He'd do anything to hold onto that love.

"Hurry." Was all she said and he was gone.

When he doubled back around the building, there was not light or sound when the two came out towards him. "Busy night." He said ominously from the darkness.

"Who the fuck are you asshole?" Stroud said looking at him menacingly.

"I said busy night." Riddick repeated and all the two mercs saw was his shining eyes in the darkness.

"Yeah, man's gotta work right?" Stroud said feeling nervous suddenly.

"Now, you're probably wondering what's about to happen." Riddick said leaning against the fire escape with his arms crossed.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Boyle said looking even more nervous.

"I'm trying to figure which one of you is gonna be first. I'm really trying to be fair, but it's hard seeing that both of you need to be first."

Stroud heard the shivs come out as he emerged from the darkness his coat gone and his shined eyes gleaming. "Oh, fuck. Riddick!" he said remembering everything there was to know about the high priced payday. "You're supposed to be dead."

"Yeah, accounts of my death have been highly exaggerated." He growled the animal coming out slowly.

"We ain't after you man." Boyle said in a nervous laugh.

"You're first mistake was to take the job." He said walking closer. His movements were lightning fast and he had a hold of Boyle in a matter of seconds incapacitating him and leaving him bleeding on the pavement, very much alive and screaming in pain.

"Second mistake was coming after the girl." He said taking a hold of Stroud, who tried to defend himself and cut his arm making him laugh. "Nice try you might wanna remember that I'm gonna pull your guts out. A request from her. Last mistake was thinking you could touch her. She's mine."

He slit his throat and felt the warm blood spray across the alley and onto his partner. He let the older man drop and walked over to Boyle who lay there holding his side.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should have never said you wanted to fuck her." Riddick said looming above him. His bloodshot eyes stared up at the man and wondered how the fuck he had gotten himself into this mess.

"Y-you were there?" he stammered.

"I heard every word.. Did you ever wonder how long your intestines were, or what they looked like? Let's find out shall we?" he said and all that Jack heard from the other alley was horrible screams then silence.

XXX

Jack stood exactly where Riddick had left her and she knew that she'd better stay put. Judging by the screams, he did what she requested and she wanted to vomit at the thought of the terror and excruciating pain he was causing them. In the darkness, she felt him approach and all she wanted to do was run to him, know he was all right and feel his protection.

When he reached her, he put his hands up. "Don't touch me. Let's go." He ordered as they hurried along the dark streets towards the ship.

The ship was on ready status, fueled and primed for launch. They were supposed to pick up the cargo in three hours but that was staged to get them there and he knew it was fucked. Riddick knew two things, he had to stay away from her and they needed to get gone as soon as possible.

The ship was dark and he ripped his goggles off and shouted in the darkness, "Lights cockpit! Jack set the launch codes, hit the auto pilot and we're gone." He moved silently and she heard his door slam shut. She began to cry and pushed the buttons fast and strapped herself in waiting for the pull of the ship reaching altitude.

He didn't want to see her. She knew it was all a game. All of it and he felt nothing.

She hated him, he felt it the moment he returned to the ship, or was it the after effects of his dealing with the mercs? He practically ran from her not wanting her to see him covered in blood, or the fact that he'd been injured because he had to fuck with them before he did it, or the fact that his face showed pleasure at the deaths of the men who wanted to hurt her.

He returned a few minutes later dressed in dark colors so she wouldn't notice he'd tied off a cloth to keep the blood from running down his arm in a steady flow. He'd wait until she was asleep to look at it. He only wanted to see her.

She sat in the co-pilot seat and was gravely silent. His thoughts were still murderous and he was silent too, not wanting to lash out at her. She sat looking at the blinking lights and rose without saying a word, thinking he wanted nothing to do with her and left without a sound.

She left not wanting to remember he was a killer, but that he was a man, who desired her, wanted to touch and be with her and was the man who sent her mind reeling with his dizzying kisses and touch that drove her mad.

She ran to her room and cried, racking mournful cries that echoed throughout the entire deck, tormenting him for hours until she'd cried herself to sleep.