Junkie (Broken Doll 1)

Deep blue eyes locked onto mine. There was a split second where I saw genuine fear in them before Jag stepped forward and pulled me against his chest.

“Fuck. I was so goddamn worried.” His lips brushed against the top of my head as I was held tightly in his arms. “Jesus, Miri. Why? Why did you leave?”

Jag’s breath hitched as he spoke and I heard his voice crack. The sounds of his distress nearly broke me. He stepped back and held my face with his hands, warm and comforting and so familiar. Before I could respond, Jag’s lips crashed down on mine. He held back nothing and claimed my mouth in a hard, possessive kiss that left no question as to who owned whom.

Despite my anger, I melted in his arms, incapable of protecting my heart from this man. Not even twenty-four hours away from him and it felt like years. I groaned into his mouth. The sound sent Jag into a frenzy. He slid his hands around my waist and tore my shirt over my head, seams ripping. My shorts followed, and I was naked in his arms. Jag bit and licked a path up my neck, whispering as he worshipped my skin, his voice shaky.

“I need you, Miri. Why did you leave? You belong with me. You belong to me.”

Jag thrust his muscular thigh between my legs and I whimpered at the crude contact. It was too much but at the same time, not nearly enough. Jag’s mouth was working the sensitive skin around my ear while I ground my pussy against his thigh. One of Jag’s hands pressed against my lower spine, while the other held the back of my head, angling it so Jag could get access to my neck.

When his teeth found my earlobe and sank in, electric shocks sparked throughout my body and I cried out.

“Off,” I rasped, frantically tugging at the fly of Jag’s jeans.

He released me to yank his shirt over his head while I shoved down his jeans and briefs. Jag toed off his boots and removed his pants and socks and kicked everything to the side.

“Need you,” he murmured. We collided back together, mouths and hands tasting and touching until my body, my very soul, was on fire.

I reached between us and gripped his hard cock. Jag’s breath stuttered as I began to pump my hand up and down on the smooth, hot flesh.

“Please, Jag. I need you inside me.”

Jag batted my hand away and maneuvered us until my back hit the wall. His hands slid behind me and gripped my upper thighs. We worked together as if we’d done this a thousand times. Jag lifted and I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist. He positioned me above him and lowered me right onto his swollen cock.

“Oh fuck, Miri.” I groaned as he cursed.

Jag used his coiled power to thrust hard, impaling me with his thi

ck length, buried all the way inside my body. I moaned at the glorious stretch and burn of being filled so completely by this man. A man who owned my body and was frighteningly close to owning my heart. Jag began to rock his hips while holding me against the wall.

My eyelids became heavy and tingling pressure built in my groin, coiling tight as the intense pleasure burned, igniting the blood in my veins. Jag’s mouth devoured mine again, our breaths coming faster as Jag drove into me with quick, powerful strokes.

“Oh… oh God. Jag…” My head fell forward and I buried my face in his neck, gasping for air. Every inhalation flooded my senses with him—his sweat, his heat, his essence. I was completely surrounded by Jag, his body, his scent, his touch. We were connected inside and out, moving as one. Becoming one.

“Jesus, Miri. I’m close…shit. You feel so goddamn good.”

Jag lifted me higher, changing the angle of penetration, sending me soaring.

“Oh my God. Yes! Jag… right there. I’m… I’m…”

My breath was stolen as the pressure in my spine released and waves of ecstasy crashed over me. The orgasm tore through my body, a ripple of heat that began in my core and spread quickly, the force of it so strong every single muscle clenched tight as I cried out in pleasure.

“God, yes. Fuck, Miri. So fucking good.”

Jag pumped his hips a few more times and slammed in hard one last time. His head fell back, and the tendons of his neck protruding like tight cables, clearly visible in the soft light of the moon. He shouted his release, his fingers digging into my thighs as he came. I watched, entranced, as this gorgeous man flooded me with his hot cum. He was stunning. Breathtaking. The most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

When his final tremor ended, Jag crumpled forward and rested his chin on my shoulder. Our loud, heavy breathing was the only sound in the apartment. After a minute, Jag wrapped his arms around me and gently lowered me to the floor. My legs were weak and gave out.

“Here, lie down.” Jag grabbed his shirt, balled it up under my head, and lay down next to me. “It’s not as good as a bed.”

“It’s perfect.” I traced his mouth with my finger. Our eyes met and again, I saw hurt in those blue irises that appeared slate gray in the dark room. Even in shades of black and white Jag was beautiful.

How could I ever leave him? But how could I stay?

Jag

“Why did you leave, Miri? I thought…” I swallowed and watched Miri’s heated gaze drop to my throat. Jesus, she’s going to make me take her again. I shook my head, needing answers. “I thought maybe, after we talked about leaving that this, between us, meant something.” I put a hand on her hip and she stiffened. “So my touch bothers you? I don’t get it?”