Killing Mary Jane: A Dark Romantic Thriller

by Amarie Avant

  “The waitress wanted to have a girl talk. Her husband, to whom she’s been married for ages, is an asshole. I didn’t have to lie too much for your meal. I said I was on my honeymoon, and the dumbass—being you—brought me to this hell hole. So, I’m sure you’ll take that into consideration before eating. Oh, it’s liver and onions. Hope you like.” Before walking away, she winked. “I had a T-bone and eggs, mmmm.”

  He sat stunned as the beauty sauntered toward the motel room. Twenty minutes after having tricked himself into thinking liver was half as good as a juicy steak, Wulf hopped out of the truck with a full stomach. They’d replaced the license on the Nissan with an old one on the wall of the first gas station they’d come by earlier. Stalking toward Mary Jane’s hotel room, he knocked on the door.

  The sound of Wheel of Fortune met him as she opened the door and rolled her eyes.

  “Mary Jane,” he said as she jumped back onto the full-sized mattress. Great, there’s only one bed.

  While lying on her belly at the foot of the bed, her shapely legs were up in the air. He stopped himself from looking at how the T-shirt she must have gotten at the diner ended just short of more glorious curves. His hands itched, and his cock was harder than ever.

  Not paying him any attention, Mary Jane started calling out letters and making phrase predictions. Shit, she’s actually good at this game. There’d only been five letters and a surplus of spaces as she came up with the right answer. He clicked off the television and turned back to the beautiful creature.

  “Who are you?”

  She moved into a seated position. For a few moments, she was quiet. “Well, I wasn’t going to tell you, Wulf, but if I do, can you keep it a secret until we make it to California?”

  “Who could I possibly tell?” He took a seat at the wooden chair by the door. Mary Jane’s face contorted with mistrust. He sighed. “All right, I promise.”

  “The meds Beasley forced me to take are wearing off. I’m a secret agent, and some of my memory is returning.”

  Mary Jane blinked as Wulf chuckled, choked, and chuckled a bit more. He tried his best to make a straight face, waving her on to continue.

  “Damn it, Wulf, I’m providing you with highly classified information. Do you remember when Beasley told me he had Asia?”

  “Where at? The station or the church?”

  She grumbled. “We were at the church. While his armed men were coming up the aisles, he stayed in the back, shouting that he had Asia.”

  Wulf’s eyebrows knitted. “Mary Jane, I don’t recall any of this. Are you sure it wasn’t your imagination?”

  “Listen to me.” She stood. He stood. She placed her hand on his arm and all the pain he felt vanished, leaving only desire. She looked him in the eyes and said, “What I’m about to tell you is G-4 classified material.”

  Fuck me, I'm attracted to a deranged woman. “All . . . right.” He couldn’t help but smile in disbelief.

  “Asia is the codename for a prototype.” She paused. Mary Jane placed her hand on her hip, the shirt crept up more. Though she did well at irritating him, she was fucking gorgeous. “There’s a new lethal weapon that can block every form of tactical defense in the USA. I was sent in to apprehend Asia, but my cover was blown. Beasley and his team attempted to erase my memory.”

  “Fatso?” Wulf folded his buff arms. Keep your face straight. This chick has lost it.

  “Yes!”

  “Mary Jane, the easiest way to shut someone up is to kill them.” His voice was calming but he gave her a stern look.

  “Can you literally just take the cop hat off for a second? I have more training than you do,” she said, glaring at him.

  He nodded for her to continue, not feeling the slightest sting at her attempt to insult him.

  “Beasley works for a corporation that pilfered the Asia files to not only ruin our livelihoods as fellow Americans, but possibly even the entire world.”

  “Take over the world. Haven’t I heard that one enough?” Wulf rubbed a hand over his face in an attempt to be serious. “All right, so I apologize about calling you a junkie. But—”

  “Wulf,” she began, “you will not make me out for an idiot. Didn’t you see all those men on the ground outside of the church? I shot them. How can you justify your gun being confiscated at the Santo Cruces City jailhouse, by me, a little drug addict?”

  “I—”

  “You’re the one who got shot at the church. I stealthily—”

  “You’re a commodity. I’m expendable.” Wulf glanced at her breasts as she folded her arms.

  “I could kill you,” she said, stepping closer to him. Her vision trained on the pulsating veins at his neck. “With my bare hands, Wulf, I can kill you.”

  “You couldn’t.” He gave a cocky smile.

  Fist balled, she jabbed at his nose, but he sidestepped it. A surprise roundhouse kick to his gut made Wulf bump into the nightstand. The clay lamp jarred. He stopped the Native American artifact from falling. She elbowed him in the ribs while he placed it back.

  When she went to knee him in the groin, he blocked it. Hand as stiff as a board, she did a judo chop into his wound. Wulf grimaced in pain.

  In a wide-legged stance, she beckoned him. “Aren’t you going to fight for your life?”

  “I won’t hit a woman, so I’ll let you tire yourself out.” He yawned.

  Fighting dirty, she targeted his shoulder again. Wulf’s forearm blocked it. He stepped behind her in seconds, holding her in a bear hug. Silky and deep, he whispered in her ear, “Are you finished, angry little junkie?”

  “Grrr.” She untwisted her arms and kicked him onto the bed.

  She leapt on top of him with her hands around his neck.

  He appeared unfazed.

  She squeezed tightly.

  He did a forearm swipe and flipped her over.

  Wulf pinned her wrists down. “Are we done playing games?”

  “We’re done when I say so!” Mary Jane struggled to get up from her pinned position. Her eyes widened, and Wulf knew she felt him growing stiff.

  “See where this game takes you?” Wulf shrugged.

  Her voice was breathy and more assertive than she anticipated. “Get that sneaky snake away from me!”

  “If you relax, I’ll let you go,” he ordered.

  She tried to bite him, but he held her by the arms.

  What the fuck are you doing? he asked himself as he descended down to her lush mouth. The instant his lips met hers, the kiss became rougher, harder as he bruised her mouth with his. She moaned and nibbled on his bottom lip a little too hard before her tongue took charge.

  Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling Wulf closer. He could never be close enough. Mary Jane moaned in his mouth as his hand reached under her shirt. The warm, roughness of his fingers against the silky skin of her abdomen and breasts had her purring as he pulled off her shirt and unsnapped her bra.

  His mouth felt like satin over her erect nipples, and she gasped. He pulled her pants off, doing a double-take at her large panties.

  “I-I stole a pack of them from one of the gas stations. Okay?” she snapped.

  Her cheeks warmed with embarrassment as he pulled off the granny panties and tossed them over his shoulder. Dark coils were neatly shaven into a V, and so fucking pretty against her golden skin. His thick finger glided across her soft, moist lips. Mary Jane gasped as he screwed her softly with his finger.

  Her wetness made him ravenous.

  When he removed his fingers to grip her thigh, Mary Jane quickly flipped and straddled him. With swift, shaky fingers, she helped him pull off his uniform top and then his undershirt. A heavy, deep sigh escaped her starving lips. Her hands sailed over caramel-coated, washboard abs as she leaned over for another kiss. She unzipped his pants. His cock popped out like a large elephant’s tusk, making her gasp yet again.

  Her tongue flicked out and glided against the smooth hardness. His dick was perfect in every way. Slight curve that extended t
o a cockhead up top and two fat balls way down below. Her tonsils purred, sending an extra wet, tight pulsing along his crown. He gripped the hair at the base of her neck, coaxing her warm mouth further down his shaft. Her mouth hungrily sucked him like a vacuum.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

  With gritted teeth, Wulf pulled at the nape of her neck. Mary Jane climbed up and planted soft kisses along his chest. Their mouths locked. He flipped her until her sweet tits sunk into the bed, she knelt with her ass up in the air. Mary Jane looked back at him, though she didn’t resist. He slammed his hand down on her ass cheek, causing her back to arch in perfection. The lips of her pussy beckoned from between her thighs.

  “Ohhhh…Wulf!” Mary Jane yelped as his tongue dove straight inside her from behind.

  Her soft, silky inner labia offered a sugary treat as Wulf surveyed deeper. He reached up, grabbed her hair, forcing her to arch more. This action created a divine reaction of his tongue slamming deeply into her tight core. The sticky, sweet cream was intoxicating against his mouth and tasted better than anything he’d ever eaten. He ate her frantically. Mary Jane clawed at the headboard.

  “Wullllllfffffffff!” she screamed so loud. A mist slicked her skin as an orgasm slammed through her. Her back sagged. Once her legs shook uncontrollably, and no amount of spankings would force her to stay in position, Wulf let her body sink into the bed. She laughed this contagious laugh.

  She laid on her back, a jolt of giggles taking over her. She looked delightfully tipsy. “You were….” Mary Jane paused. Her tone was no less than intoxicated from the way he’d made her come. “You were good, Wulf. I’ll give you that. Damn, I have never laughed while orgasming before. At least, I don’t think.”

  His face hardened. “You don’t think?”

  “Oh, don’t get all stuffy on me, Wulf. Besides, I’ll get you back.”

  “You’ll get me back.” He leaned on his knees and massaged his hard cock.

  Mary Jane came up to her knees. She was still a head shorter than him. She reached up and kissed him. “Now, I’m on top.”

  He smiled. She assumed being on top gave her power. He’d allow it.

  Wulf lay back as Mary Jane climbed on top of him. He’d eaten her like the grand opening of a Southern Comfort buffet. Her insides tingled. Her entire body felt light, and she had to stop herself from wondering if she had ever been this happy in life.

  Didn’t need to know. As long as this current bliss lasted, she’d be content.

  The man with his hands comfortably positioned behind his head was panty-wetter fine, and lucky for her, she wasn’t wearing any. There had to have been a gazillion folks on this bed over the decades, but Mary Jane couldn’t imagine any man owning this bed nearly as well as Wulf.

  “Wulf,” she purred in his ear as she slid onto every last inch of him. Her pussy expanded for his thick girth, only made possible by how super wet he’d made her. Damn, he’d been large in her mouth, but his cock seemed endless as she sank down on that slight curve.

  “MJ, fuck me.” He reached out one hand and cupped her tit, callused thumb flicking over her nipple. “Fuck me hard,” he growled against her earlobe, giving it a little nip, “bad girl.”

  “I’m your bad girl,” she panted.

  “Yeah, you’re my bad girl.” His hand skimmed down her waist to her pussy. Now his thumb flicked at her clit until Mary Jane trembled, making it hard to keep herself upright. “And this is my pussy, Mary Jane.”

  “Fu . . . fuck.” She leaned back, placing her hands on his knees while riding him. As his thumb and index finger tweaked her tiny bulb, Mary Jane’s pussy coasted up and down on his cock. “Fuck, Wulf. Oh my God, oh my…fuck me!”

  He chuckled softly, leaning up somewhat. “I thought you were fucking me, sweetheart.”

  Wulf bit her lip.

  Mary Jane pushed at his chest until he fell back onto the pillows. “I am fucking you.” Her pacing sped up. She was so wet now; each stroke came easy and with it brought tiny orgasmic waves.

  “You’re fucking me, MJ?” His island tone had become thicker, making her slam down on him harder.

  She grounddown on his length. “We’ll see who’s boss when you come.”

  Wulf’s hands took hold of her hips, guiding her to a rhythm of his own tune. She gave a sly grin, doing a few Kegels on his manhood to let him know who was in charge.

  The glazed look in Wulf’s eyes from Mary Jane’s walls clinging tighter to him made her go buck wild. Now she switched from cowgirl to positioning herself on her feet, crouching down, made it easier to pop her ass, and screw him like a piston gun. Her tits bounced as she gave a triumphant smile.

  He reached up, gently grabbing her by the neck, and kissing her hard. Mary Jane didn’t know it until she was beneath him. Her mouth hungered for his neck and she sucked on his pulse as hard as she could, and then bit into the soft flesh. That still didn’t offer her control. The reaction made Wulf sigh.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he growled in awe.

  For a second, he slowed down. She grumbled, needing him more than she needed power. “Fuck me. Harder!”

  In response, Wulf’s teeth sank into her skin as he pushed her legs up and to the sides.

  Wulf steadied her calves over his shoulders, gripping the headboard. Wulf plunged deeper and harder. Each thrust sent her moaning and bucking.

  “Yes, yes!” she panted. A staccato series of moans were his stamp of approval, and he went hard. He pulled out just to drive in deeper and harder. Mary Jane’s soul shook.

  The climax slammed into her body. Sensations rushed through her, beginning at their sweet, wet connection, speeding through her veins. It took all of her strength to drag her fingers along his short, silky brown hair, clasping the back of his neck. He kissed her tenderly but fucked her with primitive desire.

  Wave upon wave rolled over her, offering multiple orgasms. Wet tears streamed down her cheeks.

  How could he do this? Mary Jane couldn’t recall much of her past, but she’d never had sex this great. Never cried out happy, elated, and ecstatic. All she knew was this could not end.

  She couldn’t speak as the giant huffed, falling to a spent position beside her. Her body was weak and trembling, but by hell, fire, or storm, this could not end.

  8

  Their legs were entangled. The sun washed over them through the weak, cheap draping the next morning. Wulf sighed as he watched Mary Jane’s sleeping body. She was drop-dead gorgeous. Literally. She was the type of woman who men fought for, killed for. She was so soft in his arms. He mumbled to himself, “You have finally lost your fucking mind, Dylan.”

  The sex had been maddening, almost barbaric. Having always been the type of person who didn’t understand relationships without trust, he couldn’t fathom how they’d ended up in bed together. He recalled their many sexual trysts. Three times last night. Each time was like being with a different woman. Except the same addictive pussy. Somewhere deep within his gut, he didn’t feel ashamed. He grumbled at the thought of no protection and said a quick prayer for the safety of his manhood and health. He imagined that with his luck, she’d kill him one way or another. He chuckled at himself.

  Wulf wiggled free from Mary Jane’s hold. Even in sleep, she was a dominating force. She’d been so powerful with her emotions. She wanted it hard. She wanted it slow. She just wanted. Now, after a full night’s sleep, he was still tired. He grabbed the cell phone from his uniform pants and went to the bathroom. Closing the door, he turned on the hot water for a shower then dialed Quincy again. Why hadn’t his ex-partner responded already? He’d always been reliable. You wouldn’t get far on the force with a partner that wasn’t dependable. Besides, this morning he should’ve been home. They had to be leaving for San Diego where the ports were at any given moment. Shelly should’ve called and chewed his head off already by now.

  “Quincy, call me ASAP. I have a girl with me who thinks she’s some type of special agent. She doesn’t even know her own
last name. I fucked up.” He finished off the call quickly, letting Quincy know that the station he worked for was crooked.

  He hung up. Wulf was a pro at alienating himself from family after resigning from the head of the Gang Unit. Growing up as a foster kid, ghosting people and hitting the road was ingrained in his psyche. That was until Shelly’s foster mother took him in. He was a teenager by the time he learned the real meaning of family. Where the fuck was his family?

  Wulf chewed on his lip, knowing that Shelly would wreak havoc over his safety, and she was the younger sibling. His mother would too. But he told himself not to call his adoptive mother and worry her. Maybe they’re still asleep? But that didn’t account for his calls yesterday.

  Placing the phone on the counter, Wulf tested the water with a touch and hopped in, while telling himself to focus on Mary Jane. Nothing was going on at home. He tried to believe that, since he trusted Quincy with his family. Quincy was his family.

  While washing with the soap, he contemplated the various shades of MJ. Who was Mary Jane? A drug addict? A stripper? A gunfighter? A great debater? He considered retracting the drug addict tag as he rubbed more soap onto the rough, overused face towel. Maybe Beasley had forced the drugs on her. As for stripper, well, her photo was all over town. Even Hilda became embarrassed by mentioning it. He’d remembered staring at a billboard the first day they were designed. He’d thought it was airbrushed. Now he knew the truth.

  Clean and refreshed, he turned the faucet off. He pulled the large towel from over the lime-stained glass door and wrapped it around his frame before getting out. He snatched up his boxers. Mary Jane had to have washed them in the sink last night and placed them on the shower door to dry.

  In the stiff boxers, he opened the bathroom door to see the sheets pulled back. Empty. He stepped onto the carpet. “Mary Jane?”

  Senses piqued, Wulf heard a rustling to his side. Before he could react, pain seared through the left side of his temple. He dropped to the grungy carpet in an unconscious heap.