Junkie (Broken Doll #1) (15 page)

Jag dipped his chin until our eyes locked, cobalt blue to emerald green. Even though my vision was blurry with tears, I could see what he hid behind the raw lust. Jag might never admit it, but he cared.

Huge hands wrapped around my arms. The rough skin on his palms scraped along my forearms and sent a wave of goose bumps to my shoulders and across the back of my neck.

“I’m no good for you, doll. I proved that by how I’ve treated you. Besides, you should be afraid of me. You should hate me.” Jag’s voice was a sexy rasp, gravelly and deep. His intense gaze flicked back and forth between my eyes and mouth.

“I’m not afraid of you.” My response, as naive as it may be, was immediate and the absolute truth. “And I don’t hate you. You’ve treated me better than anyone else in my life. You gave me food, a bed, clothes, you don’t hit me or use me… you saved me.”

Jag shifted closer, his palms squeezing my hips, strong fingers digging into my flesh. One quick tug and he jerked me forward. Jag ground his hard cock into my abdomen, shoving a thick, powerful thigh between my legs, and put glorious pressure right where I needed it most. I gasped at the unexpected move, my pulse faltering along with my willpower. Jag leaned down until our lips touched.

“Tell me you want this, doll. You have a choice. I want to take you, own you, make you scream you’re mine. But if you say no, I’ll leave right now.”

I closed my eyes, breathed in his scent, and knew, despite what Jag said, I really had no choice. I wanted this man from the moment I saw him in the shower that first night, all tall, dark, and menacing, the water running over the detailed rose tattoo over his heart, down the grooves of his abs, to disappear into the waistband of his tight black briefs.

“I want this. I want you. But… I’m ruined, Jag.” I swallowed down my pride and held out an arm, frantically blinking back tears.

Jag’s eyes widened for a brief moment before my words sunk in. He skimmed a calloused finger down the sensitive skin of my inner arm, over the multiple track marks and puckered, fading scars.

“They made you who you are, Miri. From your weakness, your addiction, you will prove that you can come out of it and rise up, becoming a better, stronger version of yourself. You’re stunning. You’re perfect. We all have our flaws and imperfections, doll.” Jag lifted my arm to his mouth and kissed each ugly red mark, trailing his lips down my arm, his heated breath sending a wave of chills back up.

I choked on a sob as Jag repeated the tender gesture on my other arm. His words were exactly what I needed to hear, even if I didn’t quite believe them.

Jag straightened and met my eyes. I caught a brief glimpse of the glowing hot coals behind the cool blue irises before those sinful lips crashed down on mine. My hands flew to his neck and pulled him down further. I wanted him so close I wished I could climb inside his body so he couldn’t turn away from me ever again. But from the way Jag held me and the force behind his kiss, I knew he had no intentions of stopping.

I couldn’t tell if I was thrilled or completely petrified.

Maybe both.

My willpower snapped. Disintegrated to dust and scattering in the air, leaving me at the mercy of a small, feisty, redhead. One who barged into my life uninvited and somehow blasted her way through my protective walls only to set up camp in my obsessive head twenty-four seven. Miri was all I thought about, day or night, asleep or awake, no matter what else was going on or required my attention. She was always in my mind, front and center. My OCD found its newest fixation, complete with urges I doubted I would ever manage to control.

Now I had her front and center,
literally
, and I wasn’t strong enough to push her away this time.

Miri melted against me as I claimed her mouth. It was better than I ever imagined. Her taste was so sweet, so perfect, I never wanted to stop. I eagerly devoured every single one of the small noises she made, drawing them into my body to make them a permanent part of me. The thick denim of my jeans chafed my rigid cock, but there was no way in hell I was going to stop thrusting against Miri’s soft, warm body. In return, she ground her pussy down on my thigh, the intense heat of her desire searing my skin through the thick fabric. Miri’s fingernails dug into my neck and our bodies writhed and twisted as one.

“Fuck.” I tore my mouth away, not wanting to stop but forced to if only to catch my breath. Besides, I needed to slow down before I exploded in my pants like some fucking kid. Miri’s lips were red and swollen, her green eyes dark beneath heavy lids. I ran my thumb across the pale skin surrounding her mouth. “See, no beard burn to ruin that perfect creamy skin of yours.”

Not that I didn’t want to mark Miri somehow. I did, and I would. Fuck yes I would. But not on her face. Her face was too delicate, too perfect to ruin by scratching the hell out of it with a beard I couldn’t even stand.

“I wouldn’t have cared about the beard,” she murmured, swaying on her feet, drunk with lust.

“Jesus, Miri. You’re so goddamn fucking sexy. Everything about you drives me crazy. You think you’re ruined? It’s you who’s going to ruin me.”

Desperate for skin on skin, I reached behind my neck, yanked off my shirt, and tossed it to the floor. Miri’s gaze dropped to study the black sheaths on both wrists. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t say a word. Miri reached up, pupils dilated and ran her hands over my chest and abs, focusing extra attention on the rose tattoo over my heart. Normally, I’d love to let Miri explore every inch of my skin and the muscles I worked so hard to maintain, but not today. Today, I needed to feel her slick heat wrapped around my cock.
Right fucking now
. I reached between us and flicked open the button of her jeans, tugging down the zipper and roughly shoving her pants and underwear to her knees.

Miri squealed when I clutched her tiny waist and easily hoisted her onto the counter next to the sink.

God,
just like my fantasy.
My dick throbbed at the thought of living out my deepest desires.

“Cold.” Miri shifted on the solid surface of the stainless steel countertop.

I winked, grinning evilly. “Not for long, doll. I’m about to make you burst into flames.”

Grabbing the cuffs, I tore her jeans off of her ankles, and dumped them on the floor with my shirt. While I dug a condom out of my wallet and shoved down my own pants, Miri whipped her tank top over her head. I froze, foil packet in hand, mesmerized. Miri’s pale breasts were small but full, the nipples pert and a gorgeous dusky rose. She’d gained weight since I saw her naked in the shower over two months ago. Her ribs no longer protruded, her breasts were heavier and her hips perfectly rounded. The sight made me forget what I was doing.

“Jag.” Miri’s throaty plea snapped me out of my daze and I rolled the condom on my cock. The rigid flesh was so sensitive I hissed at the stroke of my own hand.

Miri was sitting on the counter, naked and waiting, legs spread, her glistening pink pussy exposed. My dick pulsed in my hand. I licked my lips, starving for her. “Christ, I can’t wait to be buried deep inside you.” With my pants around my ankles, I grasped Miri by the hips. She yelped when I hauled her to the edge of the countertop, her ass half hanging in the air. Miri gripped my shoulders and moaned. Any ability to take my time and make this last left the building the minute Miri said yes. With a cock harder than steel, I stepped between her legs and gave her a quick, punishing kiss. “Miri, this is going to be hard and fast.”

She nodded. Her constant squirming and panting while clawing at my skin drove me fucking insane while I got into position, using my knees to spread her legs further. With a palm splayed across the soft flesh of her thigh, I used my free hand to line up my cock and thrust inside her tight heat.

“Holy fuck.” I shuddered from head to toe, the sensation so intense I curled over Miri to stave off the instinct to pound fast and hard until I came. Every tendon in my body tensed and my eyes rolled back in my head. I moaned as I continued to push forward until the head of my dick bottomed out in the tight, wet furnace of Miri’s pussy.

“Jag,
ohmygod
.”

I cursed at the incredible heat and spine-tingling sensation of Miri’s body constricting around my cock. “Goddamn, Miri.” My forehead fell to her shoulder and I held perfectly still, right on the edge of losing it. I was afraid I’d blow if I moved so much as an inch. With my teeth clenched, I hissed, gripping the base of my dick to stop from shooting right then and there. “You’re so fuckin’ tight, doll.”

“Jag.” Her voice was a desperate plea. “I need you to move… I can’t…” Miri’s nails dug into my back and scratched so hard I was certain she drew blood. “Please!”

“Goddammit. Fuck, doll. You’re going to kill me.”

Once my impending orgasm subsided enough that I wasn’t afraid I’d come after two pumps, I took a deep breath and stared into her wild, shining eyes.

“God, Miri, you feel so much fuckin’ better than I ever imagined.” I held on to her hips and our mouths crashed together in a greedy, sloppy mess as I withdrew to the tip and slammed forward. Miri’s body shook from the force. I tightened my grip to keep the harsh pounding from driving her back on the countertop. If I wasn’t careful she could hit her head on the upper cabinets.

Miri shouted her pleasure into my mouth and a primitive growl tore from my throat as I repeated the action, pulling back and ramming into her, brutally and wholly claiming her as mine. My fingertips dug into her hips hard enough to bruise, and I struggled to hold her still as I thrust into her over and over while she writhed and thrashed on my cock. Skin slapped against skin, the sounds echoing off the cement walls of the enormous garage. The scent of engine grease, gasoline, sex, and Miri filled my nostrils, an intoxicating blend that had my mind spinning. I thought I loved my garage before, but after this, I’d probably sprout wood and have to jerk off every time I entered the building.

“Jag…” Miri’s voice cracked, each of her breaths coming faster than the one before. Small fingers clutched my shoulders and hung on tight and her eyes squeezed shut. Miri falling apart was a sight I would never forget. Pieces of my heart began beating again, flickering back to life after years of black nothingness.

Driven by these new emotions, I bent my knees slightly and hooked Miri’s legs over my arms, changing the angle as I pistoned into her, never slowing my unforgiving pace. For some reason I needed her to come, to scream my name and admit she was mine. Miri gasped loudly and her head fell back and I knew she was almost there. A familiar tingle began at the base of my spine. Her pussy was so goddamn perfect. The tingle turned to sparks, which quickly grew into a blazing fire of ecstasy. Heat shot into my balls, pulling the loose sac tight as Miri cried out and began to convulse.

With a roar, I shot my load and her pussy spasmed, fisting my cock so tight it was nearly painful. Cursing, I pumped spurt after spurt of my release into the condom. On my final thrust, Miri’s pussy clenched so hard around my dick I shouted her name as the pressure tore one final mind-blowing burst of cum from my sensitive balls. I howled in ecstasy and sank my teeth into her shoulder, biting the soft flesh as the most un-fucking-believable orgasm of my life blew my damn head off, leaving me shaking through the aftershocks.

“Holy fuck,” I panted, sweat dripping from my brow.

Miri leaned back on her elbows, her only response a weak moan. I stepped away and my spent cock slipped out of her warmth. Before tending to Miri, I grabbed a paper towel and pulled off the condom. Hobbled by my jeans, I tugged them up to my waist and zipped the fly but left the button undone.

I got a good look at Miri and laughed, raking my hands through my sweaty hair. “You’re wrecked, doll.” She was slumped against the upper cabinets, legs wide apart, that gorgeous, well-fucked pussy on full display.

Eyes closed, body limp and sated, it was clear Miri wasn’t moving anytime soon without help. There was no fucking way I would take the chance that Frank or anyone else would walk in and see her all fucked out like this. The thought sent a burst of rage though me. I’d kill someone.

Amused, I plucked her pants off the floor and put her feet in one at a time. Still half out of it, I helped Miri stand and worked her jeans up over her hips, zipping and buttoning the fly. Next, I tugged her tank top over her head and once she was somewhat presentable, I pressed a quick kiss to her swollen lips.

When Miri didn’t respond with more than a slow blink, I studied her face closely, looking for any signs of regret or that I possibly hurt her. “Are you okay?”

Miri tilted her chin up and a lazy grin spread across her beautiful, sexed-out face. “I’m fantastic. When can we do that again?”

I grinned right back, determined to put that look on her face again as often as possible. “Soon, doll. Real soon.”

“
T
he man
I spoke with said El Cuchillo is willing to meet with you, Boss. Only you. Said you can bring one guy, he would bring one guy. No weapons allowed. He wants to meet at a neutral location.”

I paced my study and let Milo’s words sink in, my mind quickly flipping through the different options.

“When?”

“He said you could pick the day and Cuchillo would be there. Gotta say, I don’t like it, Boss. That fucker has something up his sleeve, I know it.”

I stopped pacing to pick a piece of lint off my sleeve, frowning at it before glancing over at my lieutenant. Milo was standing across the room. Just like me, he was too tense to sit. Milo’s expression was tight and his posture rigid. Probably because the last time he was here I put a knife to his neck. That or he was seriously worried about that prick El Cuchillo stabbing us in the back, literally and figuratively.

I understood Milo’s hesitance over this meeting, but it needed to happen. I refused to blindly enter a war without at least attempting a discussion or trying to find out what the sneaky prick was planning.

“Tell his man we can meet at the Terrace Club tonight at nine. I want to do this right away. Not give them any time to cross us or plan an ambush. The club will be crowded and the layout will make it difficult for him to surprise us or hide anywhere, plus we know the owner. The parking lot is well lit and there’s a valet stand at the front door. Cuchillo won’t pull anything in such a public place. He’s an impulsive bastard and a power-hungry asshole, but he’s not stupid and shouldn’t be underestimated.”