Pretty Broken Dolls (Pretty Little Dolls Series Book 4)

by Ker Dukey

  “Our dolly has been a very bad girl,” he snarls, stealing a kiss from her open mouth, her lipstick smudging. Benjamin’s eyes flare wide and seem to liquefy when he sees the mess he’s created. “You’ve ruined your lips, Doll.”

  She brings her finger to her mouth and bites down on it in an innocent way that has my dick standing at attention and raging to be released from the confines of my slacks.

  Benjamin must feel the same because he tears at her dress, shredding the material and baring her naked flesh beneath. He tugs and pulls until she stands there in nothing but white lacy panties and her socks. Strips of material scatter the floor at her feet. “You ruined my dress,” she pouts, and he smirks.

  “You will have to make a new one. A better one. Now, take those panties off and show Master what a bad girl you were earlier.”

  Her eyes sparkle as she looks at me when he says Master. It’s euphoric to see her stare at me with such intensity. She hooks her fingers into her panties and glides them down the silky-smooth skin of her thighs, letting them drop to her ankles and stepping out of them.

  “Now, turn around and bend over,” Benjamin instructs.

  Her bare pussy is smooth and inviting, but it’s soon stolen from view as she turns to bare her ass to us. Red hand prints mar her perfect apple bottom. Benjamin splays a palm over one cheek and beckons for me to come closer with a crook of his other finger.

  “She was a bad dolly and needed punishment.”

  Licking my lips, I admire his work before flashing him a wolfish smile. “You went easy on her I see.”

  He gives me a sinister glare, his lips twitching as though he’s fighting a grin. “Smell her.” He parts her ass cheeks and her puckered hole is slightly red and battered.

  “You took her ass,” I observe, and almost come in my pants at the mental image.

  “Why don’t you taste and find out?” he urges.

  Yes. Yes. Yes.

  Dropping to my knees, I grip her thighs in my hands. He moves to stand in front of her and peers down at me over her back.

  “Taste us,” he orders, unzipping his slacks and ripping off his shirt. Within a second, he’s naked and gripping our doll’s head. He shoves his cock straight down her throat, and she gags and moans at the same time.

  She likes it rough.

  He hammers his hips forward, fucking her face with vigor. She slurps and groans in pleasure around his thick length, and I can’t just watch anymore. Flicking my tongue against her tight asshole, I taste a salty tang from my monster’s cum being there hours before. It’s such a distinctive flavor on my tongue that has me groaning. I swipe up and down her ass, coating her in saliva, and breach her hole with my finger, moving my tongue lower to her perfect throbbing pussy. She’s dripping wet and she tastes sweet and sour.

  It’s fucking heavenly.

  My dick throbs in my slacks, desperate for some relief. Using my free hand, I push my slacks down over my hips and past my thighs to my knees. My dick springs free and slaps against my stomach. Taking the heavy weight in my hand, I stroke myself as I fuck her holes with my fingers and tongue. The dewy pre-cum seeping from my bulging head aids my effort. She’s suddenly pulled away from me, and I mourn the loss.

  “Take off your shirt.” Benjamin orders.

  And I don’t argue. I rip the material from my body, sending buttons flying in all directions. Benjamin picks Elizabeth up and tosses her on the bed like she’s a real doll—his plaything.

  “Spread your legs, doll,” he barks out.

  She’s giddy and compliant, spreading herself across the bed, her legs reaching the entire width and resting on the two poles jutting up from the frame.

  “Climb on our dolly, Master, and fuck her until she’s passes the hell out,” he instructs.

  Her innocent eyes find mine, and she pleads, “Oh, please fuck me, Master. Fuck me hard.”

  This heady sensation is consuming. I’ve never felt this turned on in all my life. I’ve always felt out of place, never finding the right balance of pleasure until now.

  “Are you sure?” I ask Monster. I’m still unsure about where his thoughts are in all of this.

  He snarls in irritation. “Fuck her while I fuck you. Know who owns you.”

  Our eyes meet for a moment. Fury and madness blaze in his gaze. And heat. Desire and need. Everything that makes him who he is swirls around just below the surface, waiting to be devoured by me.

  I climb onto the edge of the bed and mount the tiny doll beneath me. Her tits peak like little hilltops and her hard nipples scream ruby-red, begging to be simulated. I suck one into my mouth and roll my tongue over the nub. She wriggles beneath me, causing my dick to slap against her pussy lips.

  “Please fuck me,” she whines, and it’s music to my ears.

  Benjamin fists my hair and growls. “Line yourself up, now.”

  I part her pussy and prod at her tight hole. Benjamin spits on my ass and spreads my cheeks, rubbing his saliva down to the tight, puckered entry. Shoving my head forward, he stabs at me a few times, then finds home, slamming into me. My hips jut forward, and I bury myself to the hilt inside our doll. We scream in unison—pain, pleasure, exhilaration, all overwhelming us. We become an in-sync movement, gliding in and out of each other with perfect precision. Pleasure warms and spreads throughout my body, coating me in a sheen of sweat that aids our movements. Skin slapping against skin, grunt and groans become our soundtrack. Benjamin is without mercy as he pounds his cock into me, forcing me to fuck the life out of Elizabeth. Her body is sucking onto me like a goddamn vampire, her walls squeezing and contracting. She’s ravenous as she screams and claws at my back, opening the flesh.

  Benjamin pulls out of me and slaps me hard across the ass cheek. “Move her on top.” His breath is coming out in ragged pants. I love when he loses control.

  Obeying him, I flip onto my back, and she rocks her hips over me, her tits bouncing with every enthusiastic twirl. Benjamin crawls up behind her and wraps something around her neck. It’s a tie, one of mine from my house. He grins down at me, and she moans as she writhes over me.

  I’m going to fucking come.

  Jesus Christ this is hot.

  I grab her hips to slow her wriggling, but she fights my grip even when I tighten to cause pain. Her eyes ignite the harder I try to restrain her movement. Benny pushes her down over me and keeps hold of the ends of the tie like they’re reigns. He spits into his other palm and Elizabeth’s mouth drops open. She moans and gargles as he enters her ass.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  I can feel him inside her, his cock pushing past the rings of muscle and caressing me from inside her. My balls tighten and heat spreads up my spine. I can’t hold off much longer.

  Fuck.

  Monster powers into her, causing her body to jar forward over and over against the restraints of the necktie. Her eyes are watering and she’s gasping for breath. Her pussy clamps around me and her entire body spasms with her orgasm.

  Monster follows her over, and I feel the heat of him empty into her as I roar out my own release. Elizabeth drops against my chest, her body twitching and limp.

  “She passed out,” I say with a laugh, and Benjamin stands there, sweat glistening over his tattooed torso, the bloody words Jessica carved into him risen and red with wet blood. We angered them.

  His fiery gaze remains on me. All the words he wants to speak conveyed only in his eyes. I gently move Elizabeth to the space next to me, then reach up and pull Benjamin into my arms. His muscular frame falls against mine, and I bring his head to my chest and curl my arms around his impressive physique.

  With Benjamin, you must tread lightly.

  But right now, I just want to keep him close.

  “I thought I lost you,” I confess into the room, my voice but a whisper.

  “I’m right fucking here and I’m not going anywhere,” he confirms.

  My eyes close, and I’m content for the first time in my enti
re life.

  “Is going back to Russia what you want?” he suddenly asks.

  “I think it’s a sensible option and my brother is an ally.”

  “And what about your sister?”

  Vika.

  I sigh heavily. “We can cross that bridge if and when we come to it.”

  “I’ll throw her off it,” he grunts.

  With a grin on my lips, I relax and let sleep steal me away.

  Dillon

  JADE IS STARING AT ME openmouthed at my suggestion. “You want us to just pack up and move—start a whole new life?”

  “It’s not that crazy,” I tell her with a sigh. “I’m fucking tired, baby. Tired of losing to the bad guy and tired of waiting for Benny to finally decide to kill you.”

  “You said he’s gone to Russia,” she snaps.

  “Yeah, but who fucking knows if he will decide to come back. I can’t risk it anymore. I can’t do this shit for much longer.”

  She sits and then stands. Sits and then stands. “What about our jobs?”

  “Quit.”

  “Just like that?” she screeches.

  “Yes. People do it all the time. I want us to start our own business. Private investigation. Work the hours we decide and take the cases we fucking want to take. Help people who need us.”

  She folds her arms. “You’ve really thought hard about this?”

  “Yes.”

  “And your mom and Jasmine?”

  “They have nothing keeping them here.”

  “What about Elise and Marcus?”

  “He’s on board.”

  Her eyes nearly pop from her skull. “You’ve spoken to him about this?”

  “We’ve spoke about it in the past. He’s sick of the job too, and at some point, you just need to know when to throw in the towel before it scars you too deep.” I can’t help but tease. “Josey’s not coming. You can breathe easy. She thinks she’s going to become a badass detective.”

  I don’t want her to fight me on this. I just want her to not be my feisty-ass fighter for once and know when to see I’m done with this shit. I need her to be on board.

  I want the easy life. The country. For my kids to be safe and me not to have an aneurism every time they want to play outside, or fuck, even go to school.

  “So, we take everyone with us?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay.”

  Wait. What?

  “Babe?” I say, cautious I misheard her.

  “No, you’re right. Dammit, you’re right. Let’s move somewhere quiet and build a big old farmhouse and get four dogs, a horse, and geese.” She beams, and it’s been so long since I’ve seen her look so carefree and excited. “Josey can come visit whenever she wants.”

  I scoop her up and kiss her lips over and over. “And we can make five new babies,” I growl against her mouth, and she slaps my shoulders.

  “No. No more babies. Just Animals. Let Elise do the breeding.” She giggles, and I want to stop time and live in the moment of her laugh.

  “I feel like some negotiations are in order,” I tease.

  “Nope,” she says with a smile. “I’m done.”

  “Bet I can change your mind once the doctor clears you to have sex,” I brag as I set her to her feet and let her feel how hard she makes me.

  Her eyes widen and she lifts her chin. “You’ll have to do a lot of convincing.”

  “I’ll convince you all night every night.”

  “Honestly, Dillon, you’re relentless.”

  “I hug too!” a cheerful little voice screeches as small footsteps thunder our way.

  We both laugh when MJ hugs our legs.

  “Let’s go get our happy ending,” I tell my wife before dropping a kiss to her forehead. I run my fingers through our daughter’s hair.

  Jade sighs, but there’s a smile in her voice. “It’s about damn time.”

  “It’s about damn time,” MJ mimics, flashing us a toothy grin.

  Benny

  Russia

  Several months later…

  I SIT IN THE LEATHER armchair across from Viktor’s desk and watch him while he works. He’s always in his element when he’s running shit and controlling other people’s lives. And Vlad wasn’t joking. The moment we set foot in his homeland, the fucker put him to work. Viktor tells me this year’s The V Games—I’m still not sure what the fuck they are—will be the best yet. That our doll and I will love this shit. I’m looking forward to it.

  His brows are furrowed as he taps away on the computer. I can tell he’s stressed. He feels the need to do a good job for his brother. Viktor gets up early in the morning and ends up obsessing over his work until late in the evenings when we force him to bed.

  But he’s happy.

  He promised we’d be happy, the three of us, and he was right.

  “What’s our little doll up to today?” he questions, his thoughts mirroring mine.

  I smirk. “The usual.”

  At this, a wolfish grin spreads over his face. His amber eyes flicker with wickedness as he rolls away from his desk in his high-back leather desk chair and threads his fingers together. Fucker looks like some evil villain about to tell me how he’s going to take over the world.

  “She’s a naughty little thing.” His gaze roves over my chest before settling on my mouth for a brief moment. “And what are you up to today?”

  I stand and shove my hands into my jean pockets. “Keeping tabs on everyone. Working on the house. The usual.”

  He rises from his chair and smooths out the wrinkles from the front of his charcoal-grey slacks. His fitted white dress shirt is tucked in to his pants and an expensive-ass snakeskin belt his brother gave him hugs his narrow waist. Unusual for Viktor, he’s not wearing his jacket or tie. The top couple buttons are undone and his sleeves are rolled up to just below the elbow, revealing his veiny forearms.

  His forearms get my dick hard.

  Just last night, those veins in question bulged as he gripped our little dolly’s throat while he fucked her raw.

  Yep, those forearms get me painfully hard.

  “Any new additions I should approve, Mr. Handyman?” His brow quirks up.

  I laugh and shrug. “I know your tastes by now.”

  He walks over to the window overlooking the expanse of his property—of our property—and folds his arms over his chest. I flank him and peer down at the scene below.

  Our doll hardly stands out among the snow-covered earth in her furry white coat. The hood hides her even more, but it’s her dark hair that escapes and blows in the wind that gives her away. As if she feels our eyes on her, she turns and grins up at us. Viktor waves at her, and I nod my head. She turns away and continues walking, disappearing under some trees.

  “Is she going to town?”

  “She’s having a craving.”

  “It’s too bad,” Viktor mutters.

  “Why’s that?” My dick throbs in my pants.

  He turns and steps into my space, his heat scorching me through my thin, long-sleeved T-shirt. “I would have given her a treat.”

  I grip his throat and lean my forehead against his. He smells of vodka. I swear, they all drink that shit over here. Lucky for him, I like the way it tastes on his tongue. As if on cue, he parts his mouth and accepts my ravenous kiss. With Viktor, sometimes I want to suck his soul right from his body. I want what makes him…him. It hides below his surface, and I crave to cut right into him to pull it out so I can devour it.

  I groan when he rubs his palm against my cock through my jeans.

  “One of these days,” he growls against my mouth, “I’m going to bend you over my desk and let you feel me inside you.”

  Fire ripples through me.

  Furious and malevolent.

  When he taunts my beast, I want to destroy him. Sometimes, I think he does it on purpose. I’ve let him blow me more times than I can count now. And sometimes, the sneaky bastard gets freaky on me. I’ve come several times so hard, I was nearly b
linded when he did some weird shit to my balls and even pushed his finger up my ass a time or two.

  “You can’t take me,” I snap as I squeeze his throat.

  His amber eyes seem to glow with evil. “Oh, Benjamin, but I can. I just always let you win our little games.”

  I narrow my gaze at him. “Fucking liar.”

  “Don’t get mad when I eventually tame my monster and ride him all the way into hell,” he murmurs, his teeth nipping at my jaw, then ear. “Even monsters need to be subdued every now and again.”

  His hands work to unfasten my jeans and he manages to push them down my thighs. The moment he grips my cock, I groan, my hand loosening around his throat.

  My eyes close as he strokes me. Heat pools in my belly as desperation to ram my dick so far up his ass he screams overwhelms me. But while I’m fantasizing, the fucker strikes.

  With lightning fast reflexes, he twists me and shoves me forward. My hands fall forward and I catch myself against the mahogany surface of his desk instead of face planting. A rage-filled roar escapes me, but then something tightens around my throat. That asshole has his goddamn belt around my neck.

  I jerk and jolt, but he’s ruthless as he pins me against the desk. He yanks on the belt, and I hiss for breath. My gut instinct is to claw at the belt, but it’s digging too far into my flesh to do anything about it.

  “That’s it, Monster. Lie down for your master.” His voice is manic and violent. My cock lurches with need. “Good boy.”

  He presses his length against the crack of my ass, and I freeze. Panic and terror rise in my throat, but remain trapped where the belt has me captive. I don’t know why I’m freaking the fuck out, but all I can think about is how I’ll cut open his belly and yank his intestines out the moment he releases me.

  “Relax,” he says in the authoritative tone he wields like a sword. “I’ll make it feel good.”

  He spits from behind me, and I know it’s coming. Closing my eyes, I wait for the pain. The tip of his cock is wet as it slides along my crack. He pushes it against the hole he’s only ever breached with his fingers. That fuck knew what he was doing this whole time. He was getting me ready.