His Desire (Sequel To His Slave)

His Desire Chapter 15

Ryan dropped his gun and ran to Libby who was laying on the floor.
Kneeling on the floor beside her, checking her pulse he looked up to see Aidan driving his car past them. Both men's eyes met, both a warning to each other.
"I knew I should never have agreed to put you in the tents..." Spoke Ryan worried as he gently wiped Libby's tangled blonde hair away from her face.
She was now heaving, lapping in oxygen.
"You win..." She hissed defeated.
"What?" Questioned Ryan confused and concerned.
"You... Win... I don't want to be in the private tents any more.... You win..."
"I wouldn't let you in those tents ever again, even if I had to lock you in my trailer forever" he muttered angrily. "Who does Aidan think he is, a loyal customer yes, but he doesn't own this place, I do, therefore I say you are not to step foot in those tents again. You are worth more to me"
Libby groaned as she pulled her knees up to her chest on the dusty floor, she was in pain.
Picking her up Ryan began to walk back with her to the safety of his trailer.
"Is that Libby!?" Shrieked Greg seeing Ryan carrying a female body. He left the men he was speaking to and rushed to her side.
"Go away..." Moaned Libby as she clutched Ryan's shoulder.
"Greg i'll sort this, get back to the customers, tell Hunter I need to speak with him, urgently"
Greg stood, his mouth gaping. He didn't understand what had happened but more than anything he wanted to hold Libby's body, be the man who supported her, take Ryan's place.
"I don't want to see your face!" Sobbed Libby. Ryan could tell she was getting more upset so he began to walk with her again.
"Greg you're upsetting her, go!"
There was pain in Greg's eyes but he reluctantly turned and walked away.
He had to trust Ryan.

Ryan footsteps were heavy as he leapt up into his trailer carrying Libby's weary body in his arms. He turned right into his sleeping quarters and carefully placed her on the soft sheets. Libby supported herself wincing slightly as she scooted her body onto the bed.
Ryan turned around and closed the door.
Libby looked up at him, her big tired eyes afraid. Normally she would fight, stand up for herself but right now she was exhausted. She needed care, she needed love.
"Damn it Libby!" Ryan met her startled gaze "I'm not going to try anything.... I'm not..." He said sinking down onto the bed next to her.
She sat silently like a child's doll, afraid to move.
How could she trust him, how could she trust any man around her. They all lied or abused her in some form or another. She had tried everything, what more could she do, she was more vulnerable right now than she had ever been.
"Where does it hurt?" He whispered smiling sheepishly, he felt so guilty.
"....here" whispered Libby so quietly you could barely hear her.
She lifted her hands and pointed to her chest only to find they were still bound by the handcuffs.
"Stupid things" muttered Ryan as he broke them with his bare hands releasing her. Ok he was strong.
Slowly Libby pulled up the corset just enough to expose a large purple bruise that was forming just above her hip.
Both of them peered down.
Ryan winced, If he had any idea how much it hurt Libby.
"What do you want... Ice pack? Aspirin?"
"...aspirin would be nice...." Muttered Libby.
Ryan got up and slipped out the door no questions needed.
Libby sat alone. What had just happened. She barely felt awake, like she was not entirely in touch with reality.
It was so strange finally seeing Aidan. He looked so familiar in the pictures her mother had reluctantly shown her. His hair, his eyes... Libby's eyes...
She knew he was dangerous, just the trembles her mother would develop when she spoke about him told her that.
Ryan reappeared holding a glass with a fizzing aspirin in it and a large white fluffy dressing gown.
Libby's eyes fell upon it, so soft, so fluffy, like your own personal cloud to hug you.
"Here" he murmured as he handed her the glass.
Libby drank it then gently placed it on a slim night stand beside his bed.
She looked again at the dressing gown Ryan held on his lap. She then looked up at him confused.
"I'm not letting you sleep in that stuff" he said motioning at the dirty corset dress.
Quickly, as if she has just been told orders Libby tried to undo the back of it.
Ryan sat to the side of her watching her meticulously, that was it, the old Ryan was back eying up her body.
Her cold hands failed to reach the tight bow that encased her. Her heart sank, she wanted to cry.

"Here... Let me help" murmured Ryan undoing the bow. Libby sat silently. This was it, the beginning of the end. He was fake, they were all fake. Lying to get to a girls heart.
He pushed her upwards and as he did so pulled the dress down her body. Libby shut her eyes. Her long hair fell over her breasts, she brought her hands up and hugged her shoulders, bracing herself for the inevitable down fall.
To her surprise his rough touch never came. Instead the soft comforting smelling dressing gown settled on her shoulders as Ryan wrapped it and his arms around her. Libby was graciously surprised.
He buried his nose into the crook of her neck from behind and inhaled. Libby shut her eyes enjoying the warmth of his arms.
There was a sudden banging on his trailer door. They both jumped.
"Don't worry" panicked Ryan. "No ones going to touch you, only me" he smiled half devilishly and went to the door.
Libby pulled the dressing gown around her even tighter and snuggled down onto the pillows of the bed.
She didn't care who was at the door, they couldn't touch her in her kingdom of softness.
She lay quietly listening to the heated conversation outside.
"Greg told me you have Libby, why isn't she in the private tents?!" Boomed Hunter, he wasn't happy.
"She's not going in the private tents, she's staying with me. That lunatic friend of yours Aidan tried to make a run with her, I thought you monitored what was happening?!" Replied Ryan angrily.
"If he's paying he can do what he likes, I need her back in the tents, they pay the most for her!"
"She's not going Hunter, you forget, I run this show, My money bought her, I call the shots- she's staying with me"
Hunter slammed his fist against the trailer side. "That bitch needs to be back in the tents! What is the matter with you Ryan!!"
"She deserves better" was Ryan's reply as he slammed the door in Hunters face.
Libby smiled smugly from his bed, maybe there was a man she could trust after all.
Ryan re-entered the sleeping quarters and picked up a tv remote.
"That man!" He sighed lying down next to Libby.
"Thinks he runs this place sometimes..." He trailed off as he switched the 34 inch tv on that hung opposite the bed on the wall.
He slid his arm under and around Libby's waist and pulled her in closer to him. She was almost asleep.
He switched off the main light leaving the room illuminated only by the tv.
A new episode of Breaking Bas began to play as he calmed down. Libby relaxed beside him enjoying the warmth and comfort he offered her.
Her mind trailed to the rest of the girls who suffered in the tents and their old cold trailer.
The guilt soon left Libby's mind as she drifted slowly into sleep.
She dreamt of Ryan and how he had ran towards her as she was dragged away. In slow motion the desire in his eyes. How she craved them, how they were the only thing she could focus on.
Her mind replayed the moment again and again when he had lifted her off the dirt floor and looked down at her.
Then Aidan entered her dream. His words ran around her mind. The evil sounds tormenting her.
She jerked in her sleep. She needed to escape. Then he spoke again "I will be back, I will get her..." Libby wanted to scream but no sound came out. She was mute. Sweat began to build on her forehead as she twisted in Ryan's sleeping arms.
"No no!" She wanted to scream as she saw him hold her mothers body. He looked at her and laughed "see what daddy is going to do..." he tormented her. What was he doing?!
Libby suddenly awoke. Shaking she sat upright. The tears fell down her pale cheeks.
"Libby what's wrong?" Whispered Ryan stirred by her awakening.
"Libby?! You're shaking?! What's wrong?!"
"It's Aidan...." She sobbed.
"I know why he wanted to take me...."
"What?" Pressed Ryan rubbing her back gently.
"Ryan..." She sobbed burying her head in her hands, it had just dawned on her what had happened.
"he's my father, he wants to get revenge.... He wants to kill me..." She whispered breaking down in Ryan's arms.