Taken by a Monster

by Sam Crescent

  “You liked a world without complications.”

  “Yeah, I guess I did.”

  “Eat up. You’re going to need your strength.”

  “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to get used to this. You being all caring.”

  “I’m sure there’s a lot you can take.”

  ****

  They stayed at the same hotel for another week.

  Robin got her strength back. She finished taking her medication, and as soon as she was fit to survive, they were back on the road, journeying to the next hotel, apartment, or abandoned building.

  Reaper didn’t care where he stopped so long as there was access to food and water. Most of the time, they kept to old roads where they passed the odd minivan but mostly truckers.

  The seasons changed from winter to spring, into summer.

  Her time with Reaper wasn’t bad. In fact, he gave her everything he heart desired. If she wanted to read, he’d provide her books. New clothes, she’d wake up or come out of the bathroom to beautiful new outfits.

  Of course, nothing she could ever keep for long. The books always stayed in one place or Reaper burned them the night before they were due to leave.

  She looked over at the clock on one of the walls which held not only the time, but also the date. Staring at it now, she realized she’d been with Reaper for nearly eight months. She’d missed her birthday and she was now nineteen. It was only by a couple of days, but she was now a nineteen-year-old, yay.

  Returning her gaze to the fire, she tried not to think of her feelings when it came to Reaper. They shared a bed every single night. He never drank himself into a stupor. The meals they shared, the memories they talked about. He never spent time with any of the women he brought to the men. Even now, she looked across the fire to the three women who were drinking, snorting, and enjoying the attention of all the men. They were lavishing it up.

  Loving it.

  “I’m going to head to bed,” she said, getting to her feet.

  Reaper captured her wrist. He was sitting, talking with Trick, who’d come and given him a new tattoo.

  Robin had been thinking of having another, but she hadn’t talked to Reaper about it.

  The chains around her wrist had started to grow on her. Where she once saw them as her prison, she now saw them as something more.

  “Are you okay? Do you want me to send them away?” Reaper asked, looking toward the group.

  “No, not at all. I’m tired. I’ve got to get some sleep.” She needed to create distance. Whenever her feelings for Reaper blurred, her first and only instinct was to run. It was all she knew how to do. Trying to face the harsh reality of actually having feelings for the man who took her was too much.

  Stepping into their room, she went straight to the shower, removing her clothes. They were all brand-new as her old jeans had gotten torn during one of their camping nights. Sometimes when the men got tired, they would find a spot and camp out in the open. It was dangerous, but she saw the men got a high out of trying to live on the edge. For her, she didn’t get any kick out of doing anything that could get her mauled by a large grizzly bear.

  Stepping beneath the warm spray, she closed her eyes and let her worries melt away. There was nothing here that could hurt her. She had to remember she was in charge of her own fate.

  Reaper wouldn’t touch her.

  She opened her eyes.

  What if she wanted him to touch her?

  Shaking those thoughts and feelings aside, she felt a little sick to her stomach, and she wasn’t about to even acknowledge her growing feelings for a man she didn’t know.

  Preacher was back at home and even though he hadn’t been able to find her yet, she knew deep in her heart it wouldn’t take him long.

  Nine months.

  He’s supposed to be one of the best bad guys and he can’t even find me.

  She clenched her hands into fists.

  There was no way Preacher would ever be able to find her. Not with how Reaper moved. There was no way for him to find her. Reaper always made sure to be the last one into any hotel room.

  All of this was for nothing.

  She turned the shower off and climbed out of the stall. Reaper liked to play a certain role, and when they were near the cameras, she’d come to see a pattern. He’d grab her, and to anyone looking, it would appear as if he was hurting her. His men would always play the part, but Reaper never hurt her. She no longer fought him, and she didn’t know how that looked to the cameras. She hoped if Preacher was ever close and he saw her in those cameras, he’d see the lie for what it was and know she was in fact perfectly happy and healthy.

  Well, not happy.

  She had failed to graduate, which pissed her off purely because she’d spent all that time studying. One day, she had hoped to go to college, but it would seem her dream was never going to come true. Then of course there was the chance she would’ve never gotten free from the club to even go to college. Bishop had always acted like she’d be his wife for eternity with no life for herself. Her only job on the planet would be to please him.

  Even after all this time, thinking about Bishop angered her beyond comprehension. She hated him. When she saw him again, she was going to hurt him.

  Pushing those thoughts to the side, she instead focused on just … being. She wrapped a towel around her body and dried herself off. She didn’t look at her reflection. There was nothing she wanted to see right now. No pain. No fear. No feelings.

  She was too scared to even give herself a chance to think about what any of this meant to her.

  After pulling on a large shirt, she ran a brush through her hair and climbed into bed. She lay down beneath the blanket, even though it was too hot. She stared toward the window and saw the outline of Reaper as he came back home.

  He opened the door then closed and locked it. He didn’t say a single word as he left, going into the bathroom. Reaper always slept naked and nothing would stop that.

  She stayed perfectly still as he returned to her. He no longer wore a towel and the bed dipped as he joined her. She waited. He lay flat on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

  Normally, she would turn away from him and try to keep them both separate.

  This time, she stared at him.

  “You keep on looking and it’s going to give me a complex,” he said.

  “I don’t think it’s possible for you to even get a complex.”

  He chuckled.

  Instead of looking at the ceiling, he turned toward her, giving her his full attention. “Is this what you want?” he asked.

  “I don’t know what it is I want.” She was only trying to be honest. “How are you feeling?”

  “You’re asking me quite a few personal questions there. Should I be worried?”

  “No. It’s fine. It’s nothing.”

  “Talk to me, Robin. What is going on in that head of yours?”

  “Nothing.”

  “I don’t know. It doesn’t look like a whole lot of nothing to me. Tell me what is going on in that little head of yours.”

  “Little?”

  “You know it’s a lot more than that.” He winked at her.

  She lifted her hand and without thinking, she cupped his cheek.

  Reaper’s smile disappeared.

  Tears filled her eyes as she leaned forward and kissed him.

  Reaper pulled away. “Don’t cry. Don’t kiss me if you’re going to cry about it. You’re going to give a guy a complex.”

  She laughed. “I’m nervous.”

  “Why?”

  “What if … what if you’re going to use this against me? Hurt me? I don’t want to be hurt. I want to believe in this. I’m crazy. How can I even be thinking of this? You only took me to hurt someone I love.”

  Reaper kissed her. He ran the back of his knuckles across her cheek. “I won’t use this against you. I won’t ever hurt you. This, right here, is between us. I won’t break your trust.”

  “I real
ly wish I could believe you.”

  “Why doubt me?” he asked. “I’m not going to lie to you. In fact, I haven’t lied to you once while you’ve been with me, have I?”

  She looked into his eyes and knew he spoke the truth.

  There hadn’t been any lies. Whenever Preacher has been close, he’d told her. Reaper had been completely and openly honest with her every single step of the way.

  “I…” There were no words.

  Instead of pulling away and fighting these feelings, she leaned in close and kissed him, this time a little harder than normal.

  He looked up at her, stroking her cheek.

  Sliding her tongue across his lips, he opened up, and she deepened the kiss. Moving out from beneath the blankets, she got as close to him as was possible. She wasn’t wearing any panties as she straddled his lap and she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her core.

  There was no fear.

  No pain.

  Nothing.

  In fact, she felt nothing but pleasure.

  An overwhelming need for release, to feel his hands all over her body.

  After lifting the bottom of her shirt, she pulled it up and over her head, throwing it across the room, not caring a single bit where it landed. Cupping his cheek, she leaned down, brushing her lips across his as he sat up. His large hand held her back, sliding down to grip her ass.

  She released a moan, wanting him even more.

  “Is this what you want?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t want you to regret this.”

  “I won’t. Touch me, Reaper,” she said.

  He gripped her ass and rocked against her. The way his cock rested, she let out a moan as he touched her. The tip of his cock grazed her clit.

  Within seconds, he turned her, putting her to the bed, and she stared up at him. He kissed her hard, bruising, and she moaned his name, not wanting him to stop. He didn’t.

  “Please,” she said.

  “Do you want my mouth and hands on your pussy?”

  “Yes.”

  He kissed her again before trailing his lips down her body, going to her breasts. She gasped as he licked over each tight bud before moving to the next. He bit down, making her cry out, but he soothed it. The pleasure went straight to her clit and she spread her thighs even wider, desperate.

  Reaper slowly moved past her stomach, then between her thighs. His large hands held her open.

  She lifted up and watched as he used his fingers to keep her open. As his tongue slid between her slit, she gasped. The moment he grazed over her clit, she screamed his name.

  “You taste so fucking good.”

  She arched up as he took her clit, sucking on her nub. His fingers teased over the entrance of her pussy before he added a finger. He fucked inside her, licking her clit, then added a second finger. He spread them out and she rocked against him, feeling the beginning of her orgasm.

  Her body tightened.

  She couldn’t think.

  There was no thought.

  “Please, please, please.”

  Reaper brought her to orgasm, and she screamed his name, not wanting him to stop, feeling him in every single part of her. She begged for more, hungry and desperate, and Reaper didn’t stop licking and sucking at her clit until she came with a second release.

  This time, as he moved over her, she was more than ready.

  He paused.

  “Why did you stop?” she asked.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, please, Reaper, I want you.”

  He placed the tip of his dick inside her, and she stared into his eyes, as inch-by-inch, he took her.

  He held on to her hands, putting them at either side of her head, holding her in place as he started to rock within her. She cried his name and as he got to the last inch, he slammed inside, making the ache within her pulse back to life for more.

  At first, Reaper was slow, taking his time, but he built up a pace, rocking deeply within her, making her scream and moan for more.

  “Please,” she said.

  “You’re so wet and tight. Fuck, I can feel you. You feel so fucking amazing.” He growled her name, not wanting to give up, but to take her all the time. Over and over, he pounded inside her, fucking her harder than ever before, and this time, Robin loved it.

  When he came, she watched him, feeling his dick as it pulsed within her, and knew she was in big trouble.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Her time with Reaper

  The following morning, Robin opened her eyes, feeling the ache between her thighs. She turned, reaching out for Reaper, only to discover the bed empty where he should have been.

  “Reaper?”

  She sat up and the hotel room was empty.

  After sliding out of the bed, she quickly pulled some clothes on before heading to the bathroom. She used the toilet before washing her hands. After her hands, she brushed her teeth, ran a comb through her hair, and then left the hotel room.

  Several of his men were already downstairs, enjoying a breakfast around the dull fire.

  There was no sign of the women from last night, but she imagined they were either long gone or in one of the bedrooms where they’d spent the night with one of the men.

  Nibbling her lip, she didn’t see Reaper, and now she was starting to feel a little unnerved. She didn’t try to talk to any of his men. There was no reason to, and besides, most of his men liked to ignore her anyway.

  She picked up one of the cartons of breakfast. She never knew who went to get food, only that there was always an abundance waiting to be eaten.

  Sitting down in one of the chairs, she waited, looking around, hoping to see Reaper. This wasn’t what she expected after sleeping with him. She opened the carton to see waffles were steaming.

  Her stomach was in knots and after attempting to eat her food, she gave up, heading inside to the hotel room. She made the bed, sitting on the edge of it, and waited.

  The day passed.

  The only time she got up was to use the bathroom.

  Each time, she came back, sitting in the same spot, waiting.

  When nightfall came, she didn’t go outside even though she knew dinner had arrived. She was too upset to even eat.

  When Reaper did return, she saw. The room was in total darkness, so she saw when he arrived.

  He was happy. Laughing and joking with his friends. He looked back toward the hotel room but he didn’t come to her. He grabbed a bottle of beer, sat down, and drank. She watched him and finally decided to just be done with him.

  Getting up, she left the hotel room and decided to take off for a walk. She didn’t get far before Reaper came after her.

  “You better not be running.”

  “What are you going to do? Run away and not come back, acting like an asshole?” She hated herself for even caring and wanted to curse him out even more. No, she wanted to hurt him. To really hate him.

  “What’s this about?” he asked.

  She stopped walking and looked at him. “Where were you this morning?”

  “Out.”

  “Wow, you really know how to play the part of a jerk, don’t you? This was all a big game to you. Congratulations. You won. Go ahead, call Preacher. I’ll even tell him myself that I fell for you. That I wanted to sleep with you. We could do a whole big selfie for it. If you want, that will really drive the wedge in deep.” She shoved him in the chest but it was pointless. He didn’t fucking move. She growled and stormed off.

  “I’m not going to tell Preacher,” he said.

  “Whatever, I really don’t care what it is you do. You’re this big, old, powerful man. You can do what you want to, right? You don’t have to worry about me. No, I’m just part of some stupid revenge plot. I’m the asshole for even giving a shit!” She screamed the words at him, not caring which of his men heard.

  Reaper grabbed her arm, and before she knew what was happening, he hurled her up over his shoulder. She started to
slap his ass, screaming at him to let her go. He didn’t budge.

  She tried to bite his butt but the jeans he wore stopped her from even breaking through to get directly to skin. She wanted to keep on hurting him, but she finally gave up and just slumped. It was useless to even try.

  Reaper carried her back to the hotel room. He closed the curtains, locked the door, and sat on the edge of the bed. She scrambled up, wrapping her arms around her knees, and glared at him.

  “I wasn’t trying to ignore you today.”

  “Please, you were gone when I woke up. You were gone all day. You think I don’t know avoidance when I see it? Believe me, you were avoiding me. I don’t want to talk about this. This isn’t fun.”

  “I took you to hurt Preacher,” he said.

  She stopped.

  “You know the reason why I took you and why I hurt you in the beginning. I’ve known about you all your life. I didn’t care about you. Sure, when you turned up pregnant, I saw it as a perfect revenge. I was going to take you when you were pregnant,” Reaper said.

  This was news to her.

  “I intended to make you have the baby, and we were going to raise it together.”

  “Why are you telling me this?” she asked.

  “Then O’Klaren, he fucked everything up, and I refused to be his little revenge slave.” He shook his head. “Then you lost the baby. I had nothing to do with that.”

  “I know Preacher took care of it. You still haven’t told me why you’re doing all of this.”

  “To be out in the open with you. To be fair. I took you to hurt you. I was going to break every single part of you. Crush you. I didn’t want Preacher to ever get you back and if he did, you were going to be nothing more than a broken shell of who you used to be.”

  “Why did you change your mind?”

  “You.” He laughed. “You started talking and I don’t know what the fuck it is you’ve done to me, but I can’t get you out of my fucking mind. I care about what you think and what you feel.” He shook his head. “Nothing is ever going to change that. Not after last night.” He turned to look at her. “I’ve had my share of women, Robin. I’ve fucked plenty of women in my time. I’ve made them do dirty things just because I could, and they were that desperate for what I could give them, I’d make them beg. I’m not a good man. Last night, I don’t … I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t know what the fuck is happening to me.”