Junkie (Broken Doll #1)

by Heather C. Leigh

  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.”

  * * *

  “The 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.”

  “I’ll set it up, Boss. If it’s what you think is best.”

  “I do.” I cut off any objection Milo might have before he could voice it. I was damn sick and tired of Milo forgetting his place in my organization and didn’t want to have a repeat of the other day to refresh his memory. Enough blood had been shed and with a possible war looming, more was sure to spill before it ended.

  I rubbed my forehead and stared out the back window. It was almost dusk, the lush gardens nothing more than dark, fluttering shadows in the fading light.

  Jesus. Fucking fluttering shadows?

  Miri was making me soft. Before she came along, I would have already taken Milo out without giving it a second thought. His constant insubordination, challenging everything I said and every order I gave, was inexcusable. And there was no way I would be staring at some fucking flowers with a stupid fucking smile on my face. I would be surrounded by my men, plotting the best way to eliminate my neighbors in San Antonio.

  When I realized Milo had moved and was standing behind me, I turned and shot him glare, one eyebrow lifted. I was determined to prove I wasn’t weak. If that meant going back to being the ruthless Boss I’d been before Miri showed up in my life, then so be it. Miri or not, that side of me was never far away.

  “Why the fuck are you just standing there, Milo? Get the hell out and go set up the fucking meeting.”

  Milo bristled, but left the study without argument. Thank fuck. Maybe he was done with all his rebellious bullshit. He was the best man in my organization by far, and the most cold-blooded motherfucker I’d ever met. Milo would be critical to winning any war that might start between my regime and Los Guerreros. Besides, it would be a pain in the ass to replace him with someone of equal skill this late in the game. If we did go to war, I decided I would get rid of Milo when it was done. He’d stepped across one too many lines and had to go.

  I poured myself a whiskey and downed it in two gulps, agitated by my inability to focus. I despised all this bullshit—negotiating and threats and impending turf wars. Watching your back all the time and having to put extra eyes and ears on the streets was a damn nightmare. Men were sure to die if I couldn’t work something out with El Cuchillo.

  Goddamn, at twenty-eight I was already too old for this shit, or too jaded, or maybe just tired of the entire illegal drug business. But none of that shit mattered. Right now, I had to be at the top of my game. Any weakness or hesitation was sure to be exploited by my enemy and used to take me down. I couldn’t afford to pussy out just because I didn’t want to go to war or would rather get laid. No, tonight I needed to remind El Cuchillo he should be grateful I didn’t wipe out his little operation years ago, not fucking starting shit with me.

  Familiar anger simmered in my gut. No one told me what to do. I fucking owned this city. I slammed down the empty glass and stomped upstairs to get ready. Apparently I was going clubbing tonight.

  10

  Boss

  In the shower, my mind drifted back to Miri. If I could wrap this meeting up early enough, maybe I could slip into Miri’s room, climb under the sheets and wake her by licking that sweet pussy. Unlike in the garage, this time we would have a bed and I would be able to take my time, explore every luscious curve, taste every inch of soft, freckled skin with my tongue. My cock began to perk up but there wasn’t enough time to indulge in jerking off. With a sigh, I cranked the water to cold and shivered until my hard-on wilted.

  Dressed in my club clothes—tight black pants and a fitted, designer, charcoal cashmere sweater over a thin tee—I checked my reflection. The sweater wasn’t so tight as to show the outline of my sheaths, but the cuffs were loose enough to get the blades out if needed. With my hair swept back off my face and the beard gone, I looked wrong—too young, too friendly, not… scary enough. Hopefully, El Cuchillo didn’t forget my reputation based on my youthful appearance. Crossing me would be a mistake he wouldn’t live long enough to repeat. I took this city at twenty-three years old. Age meant nothing as long as you had the balls to do what needed to be done.

  By the time I stepped outside, Milo was waiting on the driveway. Frank had the car ready, door open. I tipped my chin to greet them both and climbed inside. Milo followed, his bulk combined with mine to take up the entire backseat. The ride was silent as I contemplated the meeting. Milo gave me the time I needed to organize my thoughts. Right before we reached the club, I finally spoke.

  “Cuchillo is not getting the best of us tonight. I refuse to look weak or allow him to think he can intimidate us.” Milo nodded, his massive, scarred hands folded between his legs. “Do not speak unless I ask you to. Your job is to look like the scary motherfucker you are, mine is to negotiate.”

  “Got it, Boss.” Milo’s mouth pulled into a sadistic grin, pleased by the return of Boss, the merciless, unforgiving drug lord.

  “Good.” The car pulled in front of the club and we both climbed out when the valet opened our door. I stood up straight, and projected an air of confidence and intimidation. Jag was gone. Boss was pissed and ready for a fight. “Let’s go remind this asshole why we own this city.”

  Milo let out a low chuckle and walked by my side as we entered the club.

  Motherfucking showtime.

  Miri

  Heat unfurled between my th
ighs, beginning as a low simmer that quickly ignited into an intense, full-body blaze. I squirmed on the mattress and tried to pull myself from the vivid dream. When I blinked my eyes open, the room was shadowed in darkness yet the amazing pleasure continued even though I knew I was awake. My back arched off the bed and a loud cry tore from my throat. A low groan vibrated against my pussy and I knew this was no dream. I yanked back the sheet to find Jag, naked and lying on his stomach between my legs, his mouth latched on to my clit. His eyes shone in the dark and met mine the exact second he thrust two fingers deep inside me. Tremors shot up and down my spine and my hips bucked off the bed.

  “Oh my god. Jag. W-what…”

  I was pretty sure I should be mad at Jag for coming into my room uninvited and touching me while I slept, but his mouth felt so incredible I didn’t care. All I wanted was more. My hands found their way into his thick, dark hair. He groaned again as I dug my fingers into his scalp and lightly tugged on the strands. Jag drove a third finger into me and curled them forward, rubbing against the sensitive front wall of my core. Unable to control my body, I tightened my fists in his hair and dug my heels into the mattress so I could grind my pelvis up into his face. A bolt of electricity exploded and brilliant lights burst behind my eyes as I came, screaming. Jag continued finger-fucking me through the ecstasy until I came down from the most intense orgasm of my life.

  Jag licked and nibbled on my clit, working his fingers until I was so oversensitive I thought I’d pass out.

  “Stop, please.” I weakly batted at his hand. Jag chuckled, swiping his tongue across the swollen flesh one last time. My hips jerked on their own. “Jag!”

  I unwound my fingers from his hair and my arms fell limp at my sides. Melting into the bed, my skin slick with sweat, I took a minute to catch my breath. While I gasped and panted, Jag crawled up my body and braced his elbows on either side of my head. He lowered his mouth to mine and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. The taste of my arousal on his lips was so sexy my body arced off the bed, seeking more contact with his. Jag stayed hovering above me, just out of reach while continuing to tease with light kisses and tiny nips to my mouth. Frustrated and aching to be filled, I wrapped my legs around his waist and yanked him down, our bodies touching chest to groin. Jag growled into my mouth when his thick cock rubbed against my slick and sensitive cleft.