The Shattered Girl

by Leigh Christopher

  “Can you come out to play?”

  I nod. Taking one last glance at the room, I step over the threshold and follow her down the hallway. It’s deserted, just the way I like it. We’ve learned how to slip through the doors without being detected.

  Long ago, we stumbled across this room with the pool. It’s massive, with glass ceilings which allow us to see the stars. She always tells me she loves my cock inside her when she’s looking at the stars.

  At the edge of the dark water, I tug off my tee and shove my slacks off. I’m not wearing anything underneath, and my thick cock hangs obscenely between my thighs.

  “You’re hard already?” She giggles.

  “I’m always hard for you,” I quip with a smirk I know she likes. Without waiting, I dive into the cool water, and as soon as I surface, I see her watching me. Her form nude to my gaze. Her long, slender legs poised to jump in to join me. Her perky breasts taunt me with those dark nipples.

  As soon as the crash comes from beside me, I turn to her and she wades toward me, wrapping her lithe form around me. We fit. As if the God’s above created us for each other. “Fuck me, please. Make the pain go away,” she begs, and I reach between us to find her slick entrance.

  “Did you play with yourself before you came to my room?” She nods, biting her lip in the most seductive way. I can’t help chuckling. “Do you want it hard and deep?” Tipping my head to the side, I watch her eyes darken, and she nods again.

  Without warning, I drive into her. Rolling my hips, I seat myself inside her fully, savoring the tightness of her pussy. She always feels so good. I grip the globes of her ass as I bounce her on my dick. Her beautiful breasts tease me and I latch onto a nipple, biting down hard, eliciting a soft whimper from her.

  Her hands tangle in my hair, tugging me closer. I devour her body. She mewls when I drive in harder, the water rocking us back and forth in our frenzy. Her body is tight around my cock, sucking me in deeper. Her slickness is making it difficult to hold back.

  I pull out suddenly and she whips her head up to regard me. “What—”

  “Kneel on the stairs,” I order in a deep growl. She walks through the water and steps onto the lowest step, kneeling, she glances back to find me behind her. My cock aligns with her tight, bare pussy. I grip her hips and drive deep. Plunging into the most incredible little cunt I’ve ever felt.

  Fisting her long brown hair, I tug her head back and watch as her spine arches beautifully. “That’s it, baby, take me,” I grunt as I fuck her violently.

  This is what we’re like.

  Brutal. Ferocious. Rabid.

  Her body pulses and she cries out my name repeatedly, which sets me off and I blast jet after jet of hot release inside her. Marking her. She’s mine. Forever.

  Chapter 2

  Tia

  Jesus, he’s such a dick. My mind is in overdrive as I shut down the bar. The moment I laid eyes on him I knew he’d be trouble, and since then, I’ve not been disappointed. Braxton Carter is an asshole. A fucking hot asshole, but one nonetheless. It doesn’t matter that every time I’m near him I want to rip him to shreds. Literally.

  Under that tough exterior, though, I know there’s a man craving to be unleashed. Those tight black tees he wears that mold to every sculpted inch of him have me salivating every time he walks into the bar.

  But there are layers to that man. I see them. He’s easy to read, someone who, under all the macho shit, has a heart and he wears it on his sleeve. Although, he does hide it around me, under the dickhead persona. Even so, I want him. I’ve wanted him for months.

  There’s something animalistic about him that makes my body quiver. I chose Ryker because I knew I wouldn’t fall for him. This is all part of the plan, but somehow, I know shit’s about to go down. Call it women’s intuition, or whatever the fuck you want to, but I know they’re hiding something, and I’ll find out what it is.

  Strolling over to my shiny Lexus, I slide into the driver’s seat and moan at the feel of the leather against my skin. My work uniform doesn’t leave much to the imagination, the tiny pair of shorts and halter neck top shows more skin than I’d normally show, but when I’m at the bar, I’ve got to play the part.

  Starting the engine, I connect my iPhone to the dock and hit dial on the number I need. “Pussycat.” Fucking dickhead.

  “I told you not to fucking call me that. Is it so difficult for your tiny brain to understand?” The chuckle I’m met with annoys me further. “Where’s Laney?”

  “Hold on, don’t get the panties you don’t wear in a twist,” he growls down the receiver. I hear muffled voices and then I hear her.

  “Hey, baby girl, what’s up? You going out tonight?” My best friend Elaine is always up for a party, and I have a feeling tonight I’m going to need a few drinks.

  “Please, I need to get fucked up.”

  She giggles and then responds quietly. “Did you see him?” She asks me the same thing every night I call. And every night I tell her the same thing.

  “You know I did. He wants me, it’s so fucking obvious.” Turning right, I head down the road toward my apartment building. It’s not far to the penthouse I’ve called home for the past six months, and with the streets being so quiet this time of the evening, I’m pulling into my parking spot in record time. I turn off the engine and sit back, waiting for my best friend to tell me what she does every day.

  “So just fuck him. He’s hot, isn’t he?” Laney’s voice drags me back to the present and I glance at the phone. Even though she can’t see me, I feel as if her gaze is trained on me.

  Shrugging, I grab my phone and hold it against my ear. “He’s hot, but he couldn’t handle my crazy ass.” I glance around, noticing the security guard is in the small office. “Listen, I’ll see you in ten. I’ll catch a cab so we can have those shots you keep telling me about.”

  “Yes!” She shrieks loudly. “Bye, baby girl. I’ll be waiting.”

  Exiting the car, I shut the door and push the button, locking it with a small beep.

  “Ms. Tatiana,” a deep baritone voice greets me, and I nod. He’s about six-feet tall, and built like a fucking steel door. I doubt anything can get past that. Once I step into the elevator, I push the button for the top floor. My beautiful penthouse. The only good thing I got when I decided to exact my revenge.

  My mind flits back to Brax and I instantly feel a buzz as if I’d taken a shot of pure alcohol. The man is sinful. That messy brown hair and those fucking caramel eyes, they do me in every time. He’s got lips most women would kill for, bow shaped and delicious. I’d love to bite them, suck on them until he’s growling.

  His chiseled jaw with a light dusting of stubble is enough to have me squirming. He’s built, with broad shoulders, thick forearms and I know he’s strong enough to lift me up, push me against the wall and fuck me hard.

  Simply put, he’s made for fucking.

  I imagine my fingers digging into the smooth skin of his shoulders, scratching my nails down his back as he rams into me. Jesus, calm the fuck down. Shaking my head, I watch the numbers light up, as we reach the thirtieth floor, the doors slide open and I step into my foyer.

  I’m the only one with access to this floor, so I’ve got my own private hallway leading up to the front door. Once inside, I turn on the overhead lights to the lowest setting and turn on the sound system. Something loud and fucked up is needed. Cradle of Filth. Heavy metal booms through the surrounding speakers and I toe off my Doc Martens and pad into the kitchen.

  Grabbing a bottle of ice-cold beer from the fridge, I head into the bedroom and open my closet. Black, red, black, purple. Pulling out the shortest jet-black denim skirt I own and a small purple tank top that’s possibly too tight, I head back into the main room and shed my clothes. I told Laney ten minutes, but I need a shower.

  Taking a long gulp of beer, I set the bottle down and stroll into my en-suite, turning on the shower, and before the water is even warm, I step under the spray. The cold hits me li
ke a slap to the face and I savor the ice that seeps through my veins. After seeing Braxton, I need this.

  Some may think I’m a bitch for lusting after my boyfriend’s best friend, but I’ll never cheat, that’s not in my nature, I will however kick his ass to the curb the moment I feel the need.

  This is a business transaction more than anything, even though Ryker has no clue.

  I’ve come to Chicago with one thing in mind. Revenge. Using Ryker to get the information I need is easy because I don’t love him. So I figure, why not enjoy it while I can? Have two hot men wanting to keep me safe. It’s sweet really, if only they knew that I’m the one they should be scared of.

  Grabbing my body wash, I lather up and feel my muscles relax from the warm water and scent of lavender. Closing my eyes, I picture him, Ryker, stroking my back and shoulders. His strong hands tease the muscles in my shoulders, pressing the knots until they’re all gone. His soft lips taste my bare skin and I can’t help moaning.

  Another pair of hands trail down my arms and I find caramel pools dark with lust piercing me. “You’re needy for me aren’t you?” The rough tone in his voice sends a shiver down my spine.

  “She wants us both.” My hands quickly find my pussy, stroking and teasing my slick core as I imagine them both touching me. Strong hands, four of them, one of me, shivering under the ministrations of these talented men.

  “I know you crave my dick, Tatiana,” the hiss of Brax’s voice taunts me in my fantasy and my fingers fly over my clit. “Don’t you?” His teeth graze my earlobe, biting down, causing me to cry out. “Come for me, vixen. Make that tight cunt soak your fingers.” His filthy words send me over the edge and I cry out his name like a chorus.

  I snap my eyes open and find myself alone in the shower, trembling from an intense orgasm. The shower turns cold suddenly and I can’t stop shivering. I’m a fucking mess. The thought hits me as I step out and grab a towel. Wrapping myself, I glance at my reflection in the large mirror and I find an unrecognizable woman staring back at me. You’re the mess. You’re all fucked up. No one can save you.

  She taunts me. She tells me what I don’t want to hear. If only I could rid myself of her, but I know I can’t. She’s right. No one can save me. Swallowing the three pills I’ve had to take from an early age, I calm and head to the bedroom and get dressed. It’s never going to end.

  Stepping into Innuendo, I feel every pair of eyes follow me. Girls. Guys. Everyone. “You’re like the siren in here tonight,” Laney whispers beside me.

  “I’m not looking for it. I just want a drink.” As soon as I head to the bar, the tall blonde strolls up to me, popping her pink bubblegum and immediately my skin prickles. Slut. Shut up.

  “Beer, bottle’s fine.” She nods without greeting and turns to the fridge behind her. Slamming a cold bottle onto the counter, I dump the five dollars on the dirty wood and grab my drink.

  Laney orders her girly drink and I turn to regard the talent. Not one man catches my eye. Sucks. “Thanks.” My best friend giggles and when I drag my gaze over to her, my heart catapults out of my chest and into my throat.

  “Hello, Vixen.” Pools of caramel melt into me, sending a warm tingle down my spine, hitting low in my back. You know that feeling when you’re about to come all over a thick cock? That’s the one.

  “What are you doing here?” Glaring at the intruder, he smirks. As if he’s been dying to break it out, and the way he’s looking at me with that overconfident narrowed gaze sends another shudder through me.

  “I’m always here.” He glances around, but only for a second, as if nobody else is worthy of those beautiful honeyed orbs but me. “Question is, what are you doing here dressed like that?” The sneer he offers angers me, but the way his stare trails from my fuck me heels, up my bare legs to my skimpy top—stopping momentarily on my tits—finally settling on my own dark gaze, sends a thrill of anticipation over my skin, heating me and turning me molten. I’m sure I’m about to erupt from the mere look.

  “I’m here to have some fun.” Lifting my bottle, I press it to my lips and slowly gulp down the much needed alcohol. Jesus, this man is going to fuck me up. You’re going to hurt him. You always do.

  “Come on, Vixen, dressed like that? That’s not fun, that’s looking for trouble.”

  Laney stares between us, flicking her gaze back and forth.

  “I’m going to the ladies room,” she mumbles, and before I can respond, she spins on her heel and leaves me with Braxton. Fuck.

  “Tell me, Vixen,” he persists, stalking closer to me and stepping into my personal space, and as much as I want to shove him out of it, I bask in his warmth. “Do you like men seeing you dressed like a common slut?” His hand grips my hip. It’s the first time he’s actually touched me, and it feels more intimate than any of the times I’ve had Ryker’s hands on me.

  “I do. Because my boyfriend fucks around, why can’t I?” I bite back, the shock on his face is evidence that he knew. “What? You were too scared to tell me?” I choke out a laugh and push against him, my breasts flat against his rock hard body. “I’m not a fragile little girl, Brax, I can handle a little bad news,” I hiss in his ear, sending a tremble through him. With my drink in hand, I leave him gaping at me, and stalk to the toilets to find Laney. But what meets me is not my best friend, but a sight that sets the wheels in motion for my next fix.

  “Oh god, yes, yes, deeper,” the blonde bartender moans loudly as she gets slammed against the wall. Her long legs are wrapped around the taut waist of the man sliding into her, driving and plunging so fast and so fucking deep I can feel it.

  “Fuck yes, take it bitch.” The voice growls as he shudders violently coming inside her.

  “Hey baby, I didn’t know you were here.” My voice is syrupy sweet, so sweet in fact that I have a toothache. The blinding red I see when I look at the woman my boyfriend was just plowing into is all I need.

  The fuel to light me up.

  The venom dripping into every nerve in my body.

  The poison that seeps into my blood coursing through me.

  It’s then that I see red. Blood. Feast.

  Tia

  It’s quiet in here today. In my mind and in the room. She watches me like she always does with caring scrutiny. I know what’s coming. Since I mentioned Brax the last time I was here she’s been curious. I don’t want to talk about him, but it’s inevitable.

  When I think of him my heart races, my body aches, and my mind is filled with images of what I’d like with him.

  A normal life.

  But I’ll never be normal. I need to accept my fate. Just like my mother did.

  “Does Braxton know what you did, or didn’t do?” she questions softly. Shaking my head swiftly, I regard her. “Care to tell me what actually took place when you saw them?” Her head tips to the side, curiosity marring her pretty features.

  “No, he doesn’t know.” I fidget with my skirt. “I… it hurt. My body ached all over. The black… There was red and I was lost. It was… I mean momentarily, it was only for a few moments, but…” Shuddering with the memory still fresh in my mind. Waking up to find Ryker hovered over me. Screaming at me. Telling me what a fucking crazy ass I was. I knew it. I’ve always known it. Him telling me didn’t make a difference.

  Fuck, I didn’t care what Ryker thought of me. It was his best friend that I wanted to impress. Who I didn’t want to find out who or what I really was. Just a mental fucked up basket case. Somehow, in six months, Braxton was the one who’d woven himself so deep in my heart and mind that all I could think about was him.

  “Did you hurt her, Tia?” she asks, dragging me from my spiral into the darkness.

  Shaking my head, I shut my eyes. Truth is, I don’t know. I can’t remember. Ryker told me I was crazy, perhaps he’s right. Maybe I did do all those things so many times. All those bad things. All the blood that’s been spilled, maybe it was me.

  That’s what Dad used to tell me.

  “Tia, do you al
ways go there when things are tough?” Her eyes, bore into me. It pains me. I hate when people look at me, when they really stare at me. It’s as if they can see the darkness swirling inside me.

  “Yes, it’s easy.” Dragging my gaze away from her, I allow it to flit over the room. All the things, chairs, books—I take into account every part of the office.

  “What makes it easy?”

  “I’m not crazy when I’m there. People don’t disregard me, or my actions because of who I am. Or what I’ve done. Nobody can hurt me there.” My voice sounds far away. It’s as if I’m having an out-of-body experience. Sometimes this happens and I feel unstable. I feel out of control.

  “You’re not crazy, Tia. You’ve been through a lot. Something that a girl should never go through,” she confirms in a motherly tone. “Your mind has given you a reprieve, it’s the way you’ve found to cope. It’s normal, Tia.”

  I glance at her then, really take her in. There’s no smile on her lips, she’s not lying.

  Am I normal?

  No, you’re not.

  “I can’t, this… I mean…” Pushing off the sofa, I grab my purse, needing to get out of here.

  “Tia, look at me.” She rises, following me to the door. “You’ll never heal if you walk away every time it hurts.” She’s right, but there’s nothing I can do. I can’t look at the dark parts of me. I self-destruct when I do that.

  “I’m destructible. Memories, my past, everything makes me fragile.”

  “No, it makes you strong. You know why?” I turn to regard her, wondering where she’s going with this. “Because you’re fighting to survive. Because you have survived. Go to him, go to Braxton and talk to him.”

  Nodding, I offer a smile. “Thank you, I need to go.”

  “I hope I see you soon, Tia. This will help. You just need to open yourself up to it.”

  Chapter 3

  Braxton