A Pervert Bastard

1; It burned.

She held her breath and hid behind stationed buses, her fingers clamped the leather jacket to her slashed abdomen. She peaked around one of the large metal vehicles and groaned out in annoyance. Persistent. She handed it to her fathers men, they were damn stubborn! Kisa threw caution to the wind, and slipped past the stationary buses the second the men had their backs turned. Strategically she passed through the parked vehicles, a ready bus in target.

A small breath of relief is released when the doors closed behind her sore and tired body, she dropped a few coins in the bored looking drivers hand, before trudging down to the back of the bus. Her fatigued body slumped against the tinted glass, but despite her weak state she kept an eye on the men that circled the station. The loud engine of the bus is accompanied by a jerky take off, Kisa settled into the faded seat and closed her eyes. With no destination in mind, it didn't matter to her where she was headed, as long as it was far away from home. With that in mind her eyes shuttered, and she allowed a numb slumber to intoxicate her system.

A sudden jerk had the young woman's eyes snapping open, she blinked rapidly before coherent thought entered her fogged mind. She was still on the bus, and it seemed to be driving through some back alley town. The sky had darkened and she feared a night in the cold. But she had no other alternative, finally the large vehicle came to a stop, she had no idea of her location. Didn't care to find out.

Kisa watched as the bus drove away from her, turning she scanned her surroundings, her eyes narrowed in on a pub. With one hand clamped to her side and the other fisted around the strap of her backpack, she made her way to the joint. She needed the bathroom, the only place open was a grimy liquor house, she was thankful. The other alternative wasn't as private as the broken doored stalls at the back of the tavern.

She tugged her shirt up to rest just below her breasts, lightly she stroked the crusted gash inferior to the right half of her ribcage. She placed the backpack on the small basin and shifted through the items she'd stashed in there. Kisa contemplated her actions for less than a second, she prefered the loss of a singlet over an infection; simply because she had little finance to pay for treatment should bacteria enter the wound.

Within minutes she had crafted a makeshift bandage. She lowered her shirt and jerked her jacket back on before splashing her face with water. She refilled her bottle before she slipped out of the bathroom and exited the place via the back opening. Kisa kept hidden in the shadows as she made her way through the alleys and backs of buildings. She quickly discovered that the rural atmosphere that had first greeted her simply bordered a larger town.

The sky grumbled it's own despair, lightly coating Kisa. Rapidly the lowered temperature wrecked shivers through her body, she found herself attempting to find warmth in her own arms. Her steady walk slowed to a crumbled pattern. No food, no warmth and lack of sleep; how she held on was beyond her. Through blurred eyes, she spots an opening of sorts but the darkened lighting and her uncooperative eyes made it hard to distinguish anything else. She made her way towards it.

She felt safe, the reassurance had her knees buckling as her body collapsed...

Groaning, Slater grabbed a beer. He tossed the frozen dinner in the bin and dropped down onto the sofa. He could really go for a home cooked meal... He looked towards the open patio doors, cursing when he realised he'd left open paint out there. The rain wasn't about to let up, though it'd be no use either way. The paint was trashed. He skulled the bottle, before he stood up and walked out the front door to his store.

He had several jobs to finish, and his paperwork was as good as dead. He flicked the light switch before moving through the large warehouse like garage. Slater stopped at a car near the entrance of the building, he could have sworn he'd rolled down the metal shutters... Shrugging, he opened the driver's side door and pulled the hood. A quick engine exchange and the car should be as good as new. He rounded the vehicle and raised the hood simultaneously.

Too preoccupied with the task at hand, Slater failed to gage his surroundings. So when his foot caught, all he could do was attempt to clutch the metal of the car firmly. This did little in regaining balance. Slater pushed his hands out to catch his fall. "Fucks sake!" He grunted out, the impact kissed his left arm in pain. Surprised that the rest of his body wasn't brutally injured, the large man propelled up off the ground. Instantly he sat back on his hunches.

A small shivering figure huddled in black met his gaze. He couldn't see the person's face, but the curvaceous body had his own aroused. One large muscular arm reached out to roll her to her side. Her body rolled limply, his breath caught like his booted feet had. Long thick eyelashes shadowed over defined cheekbones, his hand reached out, the pad of his calloused thumb lingered over her light chocolate skin. He grimaced at the situation he'd unintentionally involved himself in.

A small strangled sound emerged from her unconscious form, later frowned. But fuck, the unconscious woman had his cock standing to attention. How long had it been since he'd been between a woman's thighs... Disregarding the surge of lust, he wished she'd picked another mechanic's store to drop dead in. Her pasty state shouldn't have this kind of provoking stimulation over the organ in his sweatpants. Another pain filled cry escapes her lush lips. Unintentionally his fingers reached out and caressed the corner of her mouth. He recoiled, her feverish body shivered under him.

He knew he'd come to regret his decision. He slid one arm under her knees and the other used her back as a hoist, effortlessly he lifted her from the cold concrete. He licked his lips at the sight of her heaving breasts rising and falling, it resulted in a tightened grip on her. Her soft body curled against his large, muscular one, it seeked his warmth. Now was not the time to be turned on, but shit, Slater's cock throbbed. He leant her against his shoulder and made sure to roll the garage door down, before he pushed past all the vehicles towards the backdoor. He shoved through the wooden barrier and entered his small home, heading straight for his large bed against the furthest wall.

Slater lowered her small form onto the bed, her shivering hadn't ceased.

The erection teasing raven leaned in search of his touch. He prayed for control. Prayed that he'd be able to contain the beast that clawed to escape, no woman had ever had this kind of powerful manipulation over his body. But her, a complete stranger seemed to send all kinds of need through his system. He ran a hand through his hair, fuck he needed to get laid! He started with her booted feet, removing the shoes and socks. The he moved up, strained with a deep groan. He refused to give into the monster within him, the woman was fucking unconscious for Christs sake!

He snatched the bed sheet and covered her lower half, blindly he pulled off her leggings. His fingers ached to continue stroking her soft dark skin. Sweat beaded at the base of his neck, had it really been that long since he'd shared the bed with a woman... His member pulsed beneath his boxers as he caught her intoxicating scent. Bloody piss weak! His brothers would laugh at him, he felt like a teenage boy just hitting puberty, unable to contain his desire.

Jacket and shirt, he chanted to himself. Clenching his fist by her side, he crouched down and removed the leather around her shoulders. Grinding his teeth, he debated leaving her in the damn long-sleeve but her whimper rids him of the thought. It felt as if she was toying with him, almost as if she knew the kind of effect she had on him. Like a coil ready to snap, he took her shirt and pulled it up her body. His knuckles brushed against her pebbled nipples, it sent a current of pleasure down her spin and a sultry moan escaped her parted lips. He found himself satisfied with her response, pleased by her body's reaction to him.

Slater scanned her features, his heated eyes burned down her jaw and neck, stroked across her collarbone and dilated at the movement of her chest. Her flimsy black bra did little to cover her plump breasts from his predatory scrutinization. His jaw clicked, and he travelled down along her ribcage, coming to an abrupt stop. The tainted piece of white material clinged onto her body, his infatuation with her is pushed to the side at the thought of her being injured, but not lost.

He'd have her alright... preferably conscious and unharmed.

Hot. Something seduced her, with gentle strokes of heated bliss. Her head throbbed and her body ached, but the region between her thighs leaked passion, maddening passion. It was torture. Encountering these sensations, but being unable to move, unable to reach out and beg for more. Internally she thrashed around, but externally her body remained still.

Kisa, breathed heavily. Something was tormenting her abdomen sensually, each touch like a stroke of fire against her highly sensitive skin. Unable to gage the amount of time that passed, all the young woman could do was memorise the tempting brushes of passion. She remained in a constant state of need and want, a painfully erotic kind of punishment. Unknown to her she slipped in and out of consciousness, the only permanent part of the ordeal remained those rough titillating caresses.

The first thing she registered when awaking fully; was a distinctive scent of grease and smoke, it reminded her somewhat of a bad old action film. Then came the sound of rain, heavy at that. She turned slightly, and frowned at the relatively hard surface beneath her. She patted around and realised quickly that the old action flick had rapidly shifted to a mysterious thriller.

It was in that moment that she was a hundred percent certain, she'd be waking to the cramped and darkened boot of some wackjobs car. To be fair, she wasn't that far off.

It wasn't elegant, her eyes cracked open and instantly she winced into the dull light. It took her a moment to adjust to the faded ceiling above her, slowly she looked around. She made note of the small kitchen and lounge, before her coherent thoughts snapped into a pitiful mess. Kisa's lips parted, she rolled her bottom lip into her mouth and clenched her legs together as her eyes gawked at the nude man directly opposite her. She mentally begged herself to gain control, and to look away. To give the brutally muscular man some privacy. It turned out her eyes couldn't give two shits about common decency, they seemed rather interested in the tanned wet man.

She licked her lips and fisted her hands, watching the strangers muscles ripple as he rinsed himself off. Kisa squirmed around uncomfortably as her panties dampened and her core pleaded for release... for the first time she was confident with her decision to escape snake-tongued billionaires and whale sized diamond rings.

Sure she was homeless, penniless and slowly becoming a pervert, but had she not left the golden cage, she never witness a taunt male ass as fine as the one that seduced her...

The cold shower relieved him of little pent up tension. He remained under the cold spray, his palms firmly pressed against the wall. She was lethal. Fever or not, he did not mistaken those moans of pleasure that escaped her lips. He'd be lying if he did not admit that it was by far the most seductive and appealing sound he'd encountered.

Behind his closed eyes, images of her spread eagle and begging for him erupted like some sick compelling sideshow, with a muttered groan he felt for the valve. He reached out for a towel and wrapped it around his hips. Slater stepped out of the shower and walked around the partitioning glassed wall, only to be rendered immobile by a set of strikingly dark eyes...