Pretty Broken Dolls (Pretty Little Dolls Series Book 4)

by Ker Dukey

  Viktor.

  Always planning ten moves ahead.

  Always a fucking game with him.

  My thoughts blank away as white-hot pain sears through me. His fucking cock is an anaconda and it’s sliding inside me painfully slow. I claw at his desk, sending shit careening to the floor. It doesn’t deter him as he sinks deeper inside me. I start to black out from lack of air when he finally releases the belt. I rip it away from my throat, desperate for oxygen.

  “Who do you belong to?” he taunts as he slowly fucks me from behind.

  “I’ll fucking destroy you,” I seethe.

  He laughs, like a fucking maniac. “Then I better make this good for the both of us since my time is limited.” He rakes his fingers down my back, and my nerves come alive. My ass clenches and I shudder as a foreign sensation of pleasure spikes up my spine. He leans forward and his mouth presses kisses on my shoulder blade. Worshipping. Loving. Needy. As he fucks me like I’m something prized and revered, I finally get it.

  I own him no matter what.

  Whether I’m down here, on top, or with my dick down his throat, I own them both. They’re mine. My perfect little dolls.

  “Yes,” he groans, as if he can hear my thoughts. He slides his arm beneath me and lifts. I rest on my fists, now away from the desk. Our skin makes a slapping sound as he drives into me. When his hand wraps around my cock that seeps with pre-cum, I hiss in pleasure. “Mine.”

  Maybe the motherfucker isn’t crazy.

  This shit feels really fucking good.

  I groan and grunt as he masterfully plays my body. For once, I relinquish control and let him do as he fucking pleases. He’s an expert, and soon, my orgasm, starting deep inside me, crashes through me. It’s intense and wicked as hell. I nearly collapse, but he’s got a death grip on me. He groans, and his heat surges inside me. It sets me off, and I explode with a sharp gasp. My cum splatters all over his desk and paperwork.

  I’m shaking from all the sensations surging through me, but the moment I see a memo from Vlad soaked with my cum, I start laughing.

  “You messed up my desk, you asshole,” he grumbles, amusement in his voice.

  He eases out of me and steps away. I jerk my pants up quickly before turning to attack him. But the moment our eyes meet, I halt. His dark, always styled hair, has fallen over his sweaty brow and his amber eyes are on fire. His dark pink lips are parted as he pants, and his dripping cock hangs at half-mast just above where his slacks are pulled halfway down his thighs.

  “You’re fucking filthy,” I growl, waving my hand at his disheveled appearance.

  His lips quirk up on one side as he pulls his slacks up and tucks his dick away. “I’ve been called worse.”

  My fury and rage have simmered.

  He’s my best friend.

  My motherfucking brother.

  The devil has my soul in his steely grip.

  “Let’s go find our doll, Monster.”

  And we do.

  “It’s not fair,” Doll pouts, her bright pink lips pursed together.

  I lift a brow. “Life’s not fair.”

  She rolls her eyes and gives me a shove. “You suck.”

  Viktor snags her by the wrist and yanks her to him, planting a wet kiss on her plump lips. “Actually, you’re the only one who sucks around here.”

  “I hate when you punks gang up on me,” she grumbles, but light dances in her eyes.

  I stalk over to her and rub my palm over the swell of her stomach. Inside her, she carries life. Whether it’s mine or Viktor’s, I don’t care. It’s ours. A fucking baby.

  “Did you satisfy your craving, Doll?” I ask before pressing a kiss to her nose.

  She beams at me. Innocent. Sweet. Playful. Perfect. “I did.”

  “And tell me about it,” I urge. I love hearing all about her cravings. It fucking sings to my black heart.

  She pulls away and takes each of our hands. “Let me show you.”

  We let her wind us through the massive estate until we reach the underbelly of the home. The house as we call it. The doll house. Viktor unlocks the door and flips the switch that illuminates the stairs.

  Screams.

  Like music in a symphony only the three of us can create.

  “Has Viktor seen the newest addition to the house?” she asks me.

  “Not yet.”

  “Oh, goodie!” she chirps as she releases our hands.

  We follow her down the steps. The pink dress she wears is hand sewn. I helped her with this one, because we had to allow room in the front for her stomach, but the design is all her. It’s short and reveals her lacy panties with each step she takes. My dick is already alive and eager for more play time. Always play time with these two.

  She reaches the bottom of the steps and turns on another light that seems to incite more screaming. We follow behind her, amused, as she flits about the house. She looks in each window and admires the rooms I painstakingly decorated to her specifications. Inside each space holds a pretty little doll. Pretty little dolls our perfect doll has selected. Dolls she’s befriended and invited to her home. Dolls she’s decided to keep forever.

  Such a spoiled little girl.

  “Please,” the doll named Luna sobs as she bangs her fists against the Plexiglass. “Let me out of here!” The doll’s face is now disfigured. She’s been carved with jagged lines all over her flesh, as if she’s been dropped and cracked in a hundred different ways.

  Viktor walks over to her, his lip curling up as he inspects the room she’s in. She’s taken to smearing her shit all over the place. Did she really think we’d let her out if she was a filthy little doll? Bitch can sit and suffer the stink. That’s punishment enough.

  “Come,” our doll chirps.

  We pass the other many, many crying dolls until we reach the end. The newest “addition.” The room is all pink, and I painted hearts on the walls earlier this afternoon. It’s perfect. All we need is a doll to fill it.

  “This one. I’ve named her Dolly Elise,” she tells us, a wicked grin on her lips. She rubs her belly as she peers in. “Of course, it isn’t the real Elise, but close enough.”

  Viktor and I come to stand behind her. The girl inside is about our doll’s age and huddled in the corner. Her eyeliner is over the top and her clothes are indeed expensive, looking every bit the part of snotty bitch like our doll’s twin. As soon as she sees us, she jolts to her feet and starts crying. Her lips frantically move as Russian spits from her lips.

  Viktor laughs.

  “Her daddy will give us anything we ask for,” he translates. “Anything. Cars. Money. Property. Whatever we want is ours. Just let her go.”

  Our doll huffs. “Fuck that. I don’t want that stuff. I want a Dolly Elise.”

  The girl inside the cell glares at our doll, yelling more Russian at her.

  “Oh, no,” Viktor chides. “You aren’t allowed to talk to our perfect doll like that. That’ll get you punished.”

  Our perfect doll claps her hands together gleefully. “Let me!”

  I pull her against me and kiss the top of her head as I splay my palms over her belly. “Not so fast. You’re in no shape to punish anyone.”

  Viktor begins unbuttoning his shirt. “I’ll make sure she knows what a bad doll she is,” he tells us, his amber eyes flaming with evil. He sheds his shirt and holds out his palm.

  Our doll grumbles, but produces a knife she’d hidden in her garter belt under her dress. “Make her look like all the rest.”

  Viktor leans in and kisses her mouth. “Of course. You know you always get what you want.” His eyes flicker to mine. “Sometimes I wonder who the real master around here is.” I smirk. The fucker is right as hell. This doll of ours pulls the goddamn strings, and fuck if I don’t enjoy every twisted second of it.

  His fingers fly over the keypad and his entry is granted.

  Our doll bounces on her toes, her excitement palpable. I squeeze her tight as we enjoy the show. Viktor prowls inside, st
alking his prey. The muscles in his back flex and tighten, his tattoos seemingly alive as he moves toward her. She screams and throws stuff at him, decorations I worked so hard to install, but he’s not deterred. With graceful, fluid motions, he begins his masterpiece.

  Blood sprays across the pink wall.

  Our doll screams with joy.

  Dolly Elise screams for other reasons.

  Slash. Slash. Slash.

  Viktor pins the rich dolly to the floor with his knee in her stomach and artfully decorates her face. Every so often, his manic eyes seek us out. He finds us. His family. He smiles. And we smile back.

  When he finishes and the girl has long passed out from pain, he stands. Blood coats his front and face. His forearms I fucking love so much drip with crimson. He strides back through the doorway and our doll closes it until it latches and locks.

  The three of us peer inside and stare at the newest addition.

  One more.

  Our pretty broken dolls.

  “We’re going to need a bigger house,” our perfect doll murmurs. “What now?”

  I chuckle as I unzip the back of her dress. It falls and pools at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her lacy panties and knee-highs. I rub my palm along her ass and growl into her ear.

  “Run, run, run, little doll. Monster and Master are ready to play.”

  The End

  Join us for the spinoff…

  The V Games Series—Coming soon!

  Listen on Spotify here.

  “Monster” by Meg & Dia

  “Dark Side” by Bishop Briggs

  “Heathens” by Twenty One Pilots

  “Desire” by Meg Myers

  “Sucker For Pain” by Lil Wayne

  “Bullet With Butterfly Wings” by The Smashing Pumpkins

  “Monster” by Meg Myers

  “Game of Survival” by Ruelle

  “Monsters” by Ruelle

  “Psycho” by Muse

  “Tainted Love” by Marilyn Manson

  “Run, Run, Run” by Tokio Hotel

  “We’re In This Together” by Nine Inch Nails

  “Take Out the Gunman” by Chevelle

  “Stand by Me” by Ki:Theory

  “Are You Alone Now?” by Dead Sea Empire

  “Obsession” by Golden State

  “The Monster” by Eminem

  “Doll Parts” by Hole

  “Psycho Killer” by Talking Heads

  “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” by Lorde

  “Psychotic Girl” by The Black Keys

  I would like to thank you, the reader, for coming on this journey with us. Kristi and I built a world of chaos and depravity, and you embraced it and became our little dollies. Your love and support made writing this series, and these incredibly complex characters, a pleasure.

  Kristi, thanks for creating magic with me (raises a glass). Here is to many more moments of magic.

  A special mention to all the wonderful blogs who shared everything Dolls. Without you, we couldn’t share our worlds.

  Monica Black, our editor, thank you for always being enthusiastic, and being there to hit the ground running when we drop the MS on you. Stacey Blake, you make all our books so pretty, you’re amazing, and we wouldn’t want anyone else to touch our baby.

  A big THANK YOU to Nicole from INDIESAGEPR for reveals and release blitz.

  Thank you to K’s Proofreaders, you have an eagle eye, and it’s appreciated that you take the time to catch any snags for us.

  Terrie my PA, thanks for handling my hecticness ← thats not a word but it sums up what you have to put up with.

  Thank you to Nicky and Rosa for keeping my group running and all the DarKER stalKER’s for always wanting more.

  A huge thank you to Ker Dukey riding out this series with me. I’ve had a blast and hope to write plenty more projects together in the future!

  Thank you to my husband, Matt. You’re always there to love and support me. I can’t thank you enough. I’ll always be your favorite doll.

  I want to send out a GIANT thanks to all the supportive dollies out there. Your morbid curiosity, thirst for more, or general love for villains is what has made this series such a success. Benny loves all his little dolls. Continue to be good little dolls and we might give you more of your beloved Benjamin. Love you guys for being so awesome and excited about our characters! (Fun fact: The title headers in Pretty Broken Dolls are synonyms of the word “broken.”)

  A huge thanks to Elizabeth Clinton and Ella Stewart and Misty Walker. Thank you always being so supportive and quick to read my stuff no matter what. You are great friends!

  Thank you to Liana Vanoyan for checking our Russian! You rock, girl!

  I want to thank the people who either beta read this book or proofed it early. You all gave me great feedback and the support I needed to carry on. You all give me helpful ideas to make my stories better and give me incredible encouragement. I appreciate all of your comments and suggestions.

  A big thank you to my author friends who have given me your friendship and your support. You have no idea how much that means to me.

  Thank you to all of my blogger friends both big and small that go above and beyond to always share my stuff. You all rock! #AllBlogsMatter

  I’m especially thankful for my Krazy for K Webster’s Books reader group. You ladies are wonderful with your support and friendship. Each and every single one of you is amazingly supportive and caring. I love that we can all be weird page sniffers together.

  A huge thanks to Monica with Word Nerd Editing for taking care of another one of our precious dolly books and making it as perfect as it could be!

  Thank you Stacey Blake for making this book GORGEOUS like always! Love you!

  A big thanks to my PR gal, Nicole Blanchard. You are fabulous at what you do and keep me on track! Also a big thanks to the ladies over at The Hype PR!

  Lastly but certainly not least of all, thank you to all of the wonderful readers out there that are willing to hear my stories and enjoy my characters like I do. It means the world to me!

  My books all tend to be darker romance, edge of you seat, angst filled reads. My advice to my readers when starting one of my titles…prepare for the unexpected.

  I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters growing up.

  My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light; some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.

  When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.

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  K Webster is the author of dozens of romance books in many different genres including taboo romance, dark romance, contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, romantic suspense, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of many, many years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

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  BOOKS BY KER DUK
EY

  Titles by Ker include:

  Empathy series:

  Empathy

  Desolate

  Vacant

  Deadly

  The Deception series (Co-written with D.H.Sidebottom):

  FaCade

  Cadence

  Beneath Innocence—Novella

  The Broken Series:

  The Broken

  The Broken Parts Of Us

  The Broken Tethers That Bind Us–Novella

  The Broken Forever—Novella

  The Men By Numbers Series:

  Ten

  Six

  Drawn to you series:

  Drawn to you

  Lines Drawn

  Standalone novels:

  My soul Keeper

  Lost

  I see you

  The Beats In Rift

  Devil

  The Pretty Little dolls series (co-written with K.Webster):

  Pretty Stolen Dolls

  Pretty Lost Dolls

  Pretty New Doll

  Pretty Broken Doll

  Titles coming soon:

  Lost Boy

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  BOOKS BY K WEBSTER

  The Breaking the Rules Series:

  Broken (Book 1)

  Wrong (Book 2)

  Scarred (Book 3)

  Mistake (Book 4)

  Crushed (Book 5 – a novella)

  The Vegas Aces Series:

  Rock Country (Book 1)

  Rock Heart (Book 2)