Jagged Pill (Broken Lives Book 3)

by Marita A. Hansen

  “Yeah, Pain’s mine, puta,” Rafael said, pumping out his chest, gloating like the fucktard he was. “And Killer will be mine soon too.”

  I stopped in the doorway and looked over at Pain, remembering what we’d done together. How I’d pushed him away—or had pushed Killer away. I had no say in what he did, but fuck, I wanted to. I didn’t understand why, but... My eyes went to Rafael, who was tensing up again, probably expecting me to fight him for Pain.

  I shook my head at him. “I want nuthin’ to do with you two faggots. Nail each other for all I care, I don’t give a shit.”

  I left the room, slamming the door shut so hard it rattled in its frame. I wanted to put my fist through the wall, to rip into it, letting my rage out, because I’d lied. I did give a shit. Knowing that Rafael would be right back onto Pain made me fucking furious.

  Which I didn’t understand.

  I’d fucked Killer once, didn’t want a second time. Didn’t want anything from the cock sucker. And Rafael thought I’d cheat on Killer? Killer was fucking someone else within the day, no, that wasn’t Killer. Killer had explained he wasn’t Pain, that they only shared bodies, not personalities. And I believed him, especially with the way he’d just looked at me.

  Pain was scared of me.

  While Killer wasn’t.

  I ran a hand down my face, frustrated. Even understanding the differences, it was still hard to see Painkiller under someone else, screaming for them only hours after he’d screamed for me. Now, I understood how Rafael would’ve felt with seeing me at Killer’s house. Regardless, he was a moron for putting up with it. That was some pathetic shit right there. I wasn’t the sharing type, wasn’t the staying type either. He could have the nut job. Killer could pant for my cock all he wanted, but that was it, I’d watch out for him, but he wouldn’t touch it ever again.

  “You’re here!” a woman squealed.

  I turned to see who’d split my eardrums. A flurry of white hair and big tits bowled into me, almost knocking me over. Like a long-lost lover, she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a squeeze.

  “I’m so happy you came,” she said.

  She let go of me and bounced on her heels, her jugs barely moving, not even a jiggle. She probably had enough silicone in there to make Dolly Parton feel small. She was wearing a tight white dress, which barely covered all her bits. I could picture the crew coming in their pants when they saw her. I was going to take great pleasure in letting them all know she was only interested in me.

  She laughed. “My face is up here, Tane.”

  My gaze rose to her face, which matched the rest of her body: fucking hot. She had pouty lips that begged for cock, a small, straight nose, the smoothest of complexions, and bright blue eyes, all of it framed by long white hair. Blondes weren’t normally my type, dark-haired birds were, but I was willing to give her a hall pass, because everything else made my cock rise to attention. I must have been more smashed than I’d thought yesterday, because I should’ve remembered her.

  A cry came from the bedroom Killer Pain was in. I instantly lost interest in the hot as fuck bitch standing in front of me, because there was an even hotter one getting the shit fucked out of him.

  A hand touched my cheek, causing me to snap my eyes back to her. She whipped her hand away, a scared look crossing her face. She swallowed and took a step back, probably because I was nailing her with a murderous glare. Though, the only one I wanted to murder was Rafael for...

  And there it was. I was fucking jealous. Why the hell was I jealous? I didn’t do jealousy when it came to women.

  But Painkiller wasn’t a woman.

  “Um,” the chick said, still looking scared shitless. She was probably regretting setting this up. She was also stupid as hell for letting my gang crash here.

  “You’re not mad at me for arranging this, are you?” she asked.

  Another cry came from the room, sounding like Rafael was nailing Painkiller hard.

  I narrowed my eyes at the woman and took a step closer, making her back into the wall.

  “Tane,” she said, her voice now shaking. “If you hurt me, your gang will get thrown out on their butts.”

  Another cry from the bedroom, the sound making my cock twitch.

  My eyes lowered down the woman’s hot body, wishing I saw muscular pecs instead of tits, which was an odd thought, since I loved tits, especially big ones.

  “Why would I hurt you?” I asked, moving my gaze back up to her face. “It’s bad for business.”

  She let out a nervous laugh, though her pupils were blown. I wondered whether she was turned on by danger. It probably explained why she’d allowed my gang to stay here, not to mention her fascination with me.

  I crowded her up against the wall and brushed her hair off her shoulder, not opposed to giving her some Ten CC loving. She flinched, but didn’t move away, those pupils of hers almost eclipsing her irises. I wondered whether she liked slumming it, preferring rough diamonds over smooth ones, because there was nothing smooth about me. I was made up of jagged edges, pointy and sharp, the type of man who could cut a woman deep, leaving her bleeding out, ruined for anyone else.

  “Sorry, I’m not good with names, gorgeous?” I said. “What wuz your name again?”

  “Sierra,” she said.

  I flicked my gaze to the bedroom next to Pain’s. “My prez said you wanted me to fuck you again. Is that true?”

  She didn’t reply, just laughed nervously.

  I leaned my head down to hers. Even with her stilettos, I was considerably taller, not to mention more than twice her weight, the chick a tasty bite, all tits and very little else.

  “Yeah, you wanna fuck me, all right,” I said. “I can smell your wet cunt. You want me to lick it dry?”

  She shivered, giving me the impression she wanted me to do more than lick it. “You have the most gorgeous eyes,” she said.

  I snorted out a laugh. “That’s a new one. They usually scare chicks, one even called them soulless, telling me I looked like a murderer.”

  Which I was.

  Sierra laughed nervously again. “I mean it. I love dark eyes.”

  A door creaked open, alerting me to the fact we weren’t alone. I glanced over, spotting Pain in the doorway, with a towel wrapped around his waist. It was much higher than where Killer would’ve left it hanging, reinforcing their differences. I grimaced at him, and turned back to the woman, reaching for her hand. She pulled away, her instincts probably telling her to run, but changed her mind and took hold of my hand, threading her fingers through mine. Throwing Pain a glare, I pulled her into the adjoining bedroom.

  I kicked the door shut, then grabbed her, lifting her off her feet. She squealed as I threw her onto the bed, bouncing on top of it. She opened her mouth, but snapped it shut as I slipped off my jacket, letting it drop to the floor. I pulled off my shirt slowly, arching my back as I did it, showing my torso off, something I worked hard on.

  I dropped my shirt and ran a hand down my six-pack, flicking open the clasp on my leathers.

  “Oh my God,” she said, practically hyperventilating.

  I smiled at her, liking it when women stroked my ego. But I liked it even more when they stroked my cock. I removed a condom from my back pocket and put the foil between my teeth. Not taking my eyes off her, I unzipped my leathers, giving her an impromptu striptease, more out of habit than desire. Her eyes lowered to my crotch, the woman practically purring. I pushed my pants down, keeping eye-contact with her, her smile growing smarmy, like the cat who’d gotten the cream. Or in her case, my creamy cum.

  I stepped out of my pants, leaving my briefs on.

  “Mmm,” she said, licking her lips. “You have the most gorgeous body and tattoos.” Her eyes ran all over me. My face wasn’t the only thing tatted up. I had Māori designs covering my arms as well as La Vida Loca below my collar bone. I didn’t remember getting it, was right fucked off when I saw it. Had even considered covering it with another tattoo, but decided against it,
since my life was crazy, the cliché on my chest fitting. It was just lucky that the tattoo artist had done a good job, plus chicks loved it, so it wasn’t all bad.

  I also had some tribal tattoos on my thighs, along with a forest one circling my right calf to represent my namesake—Tāne, the Māori god of the forest. It was a black tattoo containing my family’s names, my ex-wife’s included. People had told me I was an idiot for getting her name put on me, that I should black it out, but she’d been family. She deserved her name there just as much as our sons did, divorce papers and death unable to change that.

  “Twirl around,” Sierra said.

  I removed the condom from between my teeth. “No. You turn around, show me that arse of yours.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me, show me your arse.”

  “But—”

  “No buts, do as you’re told, bitch.” I placed a hand on my crotch, massaging my cock through my briefs, getting it nice and ready for some stress relief.

  She didn’t move, a touch of fear colouring her cheeks again. I wondered whether she was finally realising how stupid she was for walking into a room alone with me. I might have given her a good time yesterday, but that was only because the booze had mellowed me out.

  “Do it!” I barked, losing patience with her.

  She quickly turned around, kneeling on the bed.

  “’Bout fuckin’ time,” I snarled, walking up to her. Her dress had ridden up, displaying a white G-string and a perfectly shaped arse, peachy, but not too much. But it wasn’t the type of arse I wanted to see. I wanted to see muscular, firm globes, ones that could squeeze my cock between—

  Goddamn Killer!

  I better not be thinking about that cunt every time I had real cunt in front of me. I dropped my briefs and ripped open the condom, sliding it onto my cock. The chick was breathing heavily, sounding like she was hyperventilating again. I didn’t care. Not one fucking bit. She just had to look at me to know I was a mean motherfucker.

  I pulled down her G-string, causing her to flinch. “You must have a thing for gangsta trash. Does it get ya excited, make your pussy wet?” I ran a finger between her pussy lips. She inhaled sharply, but didn’t move away from my touch.

  “Wet as fuck,” I said. “Practically salivating for my cock.” I smacked her arse, making her squeal. I did it to her other cheek, smiling as she squealed again. “You were lucky yesterday, I wuz half-drunk, pro’bly went nice and easy on you. You won’t get that today, cos I’m completely sober.” I grabbed her and flipped her over.

  She yelled out.

  I placed a hand over her mouth, her eyes going all anime on me. “Now, that’s a bit too loud, you might get people thinking I’m doin’ sumpthin’ I shouldn’t. Do ya want this or not? Cos I’m telling ya, I won’t go gentle on you. So, either nod or shake your head before I take this further. Do you wanna fuck or not?”

  She nodded.

  I smiled. “Now, that’s the reply I wuz lookin’ for.” I let go of her mouth and grabbed the neckline of her dress, ripping the flimsy material away from her body, turning her scared expression to one of shock. I shoved her bra up and dove in, sucking one of her fake tits into my mouth, or part of it, because it was massive.

  She cried out a “Yes!” her hand instantly clamping onto my head.

  I let go of her breast and smashed my mouth against hers. I closed my eyes, imagining it was Killer I was kissing, fucking his mouth with my tongue. Small hands grabbed onto me, not his big ones, snapping me back to a reality I didn’t like. Angry, I broke the kiss and lifted her further up the bed. Her eyes were locked onto my face, so big, so scared, so fucking turned on it wouldn’t take much to make her come.

  I pushed her legs apart and went down on her, determined to lose myself in pussy, not male arse. And I did, the chick tasting damn good. I started licking and nibbling her twat, going at it like I was being paid a million fucking dollars. She cried out with a loud yes, even using my name, whereas I’d already forgotten hers, other than it started with an S. She grabbed my head and practically rammed my face into her pussy, smashing my nose against her clit, sounding like she was coming, or close to it.

  I yanked back and wiped my face, smiling at her loud complaint. “Shut your mouth, bitch. You do as I say or this stops right here, right now.”

  She nodded, her body trembling like her girly mate’s had the day before.

  I yanked her hips towards me, hooking her legs over my shoulders. Not interested in mucking around, I pushed inside of her without prepping. She cried out, but not in pain, totally slippery when wet for me. Not taking my eyes off her face, I started fucking her, liking how she panted, mewled, begged, said my name...

  “Say it louder,” I said, wanting Pain to hear it.

  “Tane.”

  “Louder,” I grunted, slamming my cock into her.

  “Tane! Tane!”

  “Yeah, let everyone know who’s fucking you.” I slammed into her harder, making her scream my name. But apart from my ego being stroked, it wasn’t enough. I pulled out of her, flipped her onto her stomach, and ran a finger between her arse cheeks.

  She jerked and looked over her shoulder. Her expression had returned to that wide-eyed scared look, which was really starting to work for me.

  “I don’t do anal,” she said.

  “You will for me.”

  She opened her mouth, probably to complain, but snapped it shut as I leaned down, rimming the ever-loving fuck out of her.

  She hitched her arse up. “My God! Don’t stop!”

  But I did. Ignoring her bitching, I grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up onto her hands and knees, knowing she’d thank me in a second. I stuck my head between her thighs and licked her pussy while circling her arsehole with my finger, the horny wench not objecting this time. Instead, she was panting like a bitch in heat, begging for more. I ran my finger across her pussy lips, using the wetness to push my finger inside her arsehole. She stiffened, but quickly relaxed as I continued to lick her sweet pussy, my cock twitching at the taste. I fucked her arse with my finger as I licked her out. She was pushing back on my finger, her pathetic complaint about not doing anal now history.

  I gave her cunt one final lick, then spat on her arse, adding a second finger, prepping her for my fat cock. She gasped at each movement, the chick obviously telling the truth about being an anal virgin, because she was tight as fuck.

  After a bit more loosening up, I placed my cock at her entrance. She yelped as I pushed the head in, crying out as I edged in further, the tightness making me groan in pleasure. I closed my eyes, imagining my cock was back inside Killer’s muscular arse, such a tight, powerful fit. I pushed in further, one heavenly inch at a time, giving my pretend Killer enough time to adjust. Once I was balls deep, I took hold of his hips and started to fuck him nice and slow. A female cry made me stop. I opened my eyes, seeing Blondie instead of Killer.

  “Don’t stop!” she cried out, pushing her arse onto my cock.

  I grunted, my cock wilting a bit. But she wasn’t someone who gave up, just kept on moving it in and out of her, hardening it back up before I lost interest. I tightened my grip on her hips, stilling her. She glanced back at me, opened her mouth, probably to complain, but fuck her, I was in control here. I pulled out to my knob, then slammed back into her so hard she screamed, what I’d done obviously hurting like a bitch. But I didn’t care. Instead, I lay down on her, swamping her small body with mine, using my forearms to hold myself up enough so I didn’t flatten her.

  I placed my forehead against the back of her head and closed my eyes, then went at it, nailing her to the bed, owning that arse, making her cry out my name and squeal like a fucking pig, her pain turning into bliss. I slipped a hand under her pussy and grabbed it as I continued to fuck her arse. She yelled louder, coming, the wetness on my hand confirming it, the chick a bit of a squirter.

  I let go of her pussy and went at her arse harder, wrecking it, no longer caring about th
e fact I was imagining it to be Killer’s. So fucking tight, so fucking good. I continued to slam into her, feeling the build-up, the sweet fucking high. Sex was my drug right now, a taste of ecstasy. I yelled out, coming inside of her, my cock owning her arse, like I wanted to own Killer’s.

  I collapsed, a pained gasp reaching my ears, reminding me I was on a woman not a man. I pulled out. She turned around. Her eyes were wide, her face flushed, her expression telling me I’d given her one of the best, if not the best, orgasms of her life, and I wasn’t even fucking her twat.

  “God!” she breathed out. “I didn’t know anal could be that good.”

  Not caring, I pushed off the bed and removed the full condom. I dumped it into the trash can and grabbed my briefs. She rose to her feet, running a hand over my arse as I pulled my briefs up. I turned to her, seeing her staring up at me with a smirk.

  “What?” I grunted.

  She licked her lips. “I’m glad you accepted my offer.”

  I shrugged, the prez not really giving me a choice. I grabbed my leather pants and stepped into them, yanking them up as she watched me.

  “Why are you getting dressed?” she asked.

  My fingers froze on my zipper. “Why the fuck wouldn’t I get dressed? I’ve done my job, now I’m outta here.”

  She scowled at me. “That’s not the deal I made with your president.”

  “That’s the problem, love, you made the deal with him, not me, so you should be bloody grateful I agreed to do anything with you. And chill the fuck out, I’ll be back. It’s not like I’m cum-dumping and running. I’ll give you some more tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow? No way, you’re staying right here.” She stepped closer and yanked my zipper down.

  I grabbed her wrists as she went to remove my pants. “I’ve already done you, and I’ve got places to be.”

  “The only place you’re going to be is in this bed.” She flicked her gaze towards it. “I want my money’s worth, so strip and get back in bed. I have some friends who are willing to pay a pretty penny for you, gorgeous.”

  I screwed up my face. “Not that whingy, girly chick again?”