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Vengeful Husbands Book 1 Rock
Epilogue
Books by Jordan Silver
Other Titles by Jordan Silver
website
Copyright
Rock
Ashley
Vengeful Husbands Book 1 Rock
Jordan Silver
Contents
Books by Jordan Silver
Other Titles by Jordan Silver
website
Copyright
1. Rock
2. Rock
3. Rock
4. Rock
5. Ashley
6. Ashley
7. Ashley
8. Ashley
9. Rock
10. Rock
11. Rock
12. Rock
13. Rock
14. Rock
15. Rock
16. Rock
17. Rock
18. Rock
19. Rock
20. Ashley
21. Rock
22. Rock
Epilogue
Books by Jordan Silver
Vengeful Husbands Book 1 Rock
Jordan Silver
COMING SOON
Seal Team Seven Book 6
Discover other titles by Jordan Silver
SEAL Team Series
Connor
Logan
Zak
Tyler
Cord
The Lyon Series
Lyon’s Crew
Lyon’s Angel
Lyon’s Way
Lyon’s Heart
Lyon’s Family
Passion
Passion
Rebound
The Pregnancy Series
His One Sweet Thing
The Sweetest Revenge
Sweet Redemption
The Spitfire Series
Mouth
Lady Boss
Beautiful Assassin
The Protectors
The Guardian
The Hit Man
Anarchist
Season One
Season Two
Eden High
Season One
Season 2
What A Girl Wants
Taken
Bred
Sex And Marriage
My Best Friend’s Daughter
Loving My Best Friend’s Daughter
The Bad Boy Series
The Thug
Bastard
The Killer
The Villain
The Champ
The Mancini Way
Catch Me if You Can
Hold Me If You Can
The Bad Girls Series
The Temptress
The Seductress
Other Titles by Jordan Silver
His Wants (A Prequel)
Taking What He Wants
Stolen
The Brit
The Homecoming
The Soccer Mom’s Bad Boy
The Daughter In Law
Southern Heat
His Secret Child
Betrayed
Night Visits
The Soldier’s Lady
Billionaire’s Fetish
Rough Riders
Stryker
Caleb’s Blessing
The Claiming
Man of Steel
Fervor
My Little Book of Erotic Tales
Tryst
His Xmas Surprise
Tease
Brett’s Little Headaches
Strangers in The Night
My Little Farm Girl
The Bad Boys of Capitol Hill
Bad Boy
The Billionaire and The Pop Star
Gabriel’s Promise
Kicking and Screaming
His Holiday Gift
Diary of a Pissed Off Wife
The Crush
The Gambler
Sassy Curves
Dangerously In Love
The Billionaire
The Third Wife
Talon’s Heart
Naughty Neighbors
Forbidden
Deception
Texas Hellion
Illicit
Queen of My Heart
The Wives
Biker’s Baby Girl
Broken
Indiscretion
The Good Girl
The Forever Girl
Biker’s Law
Bad Santa
Redneck
Savage
My Ward My Woman
Bad Uncle
Starting Over
Jordan Silver Writing as Jasmine Starr
The Purrfect Pet Series
Pet
Training His Pet
His Submissive Pet
Breeding His Pet
Jordan Siler Writing as Tiffany Lordes
American Gangster
Double The Trouble
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2017 Jordan Silver
First eBook edition: April 2017
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Rock
“You want me to save your father’s company, the price is going to be you in my bed.” I watched as her eyes widened and she swallowed hard. That slight blush I once found so adorable appeared on her cheek and her fingers trembled as she pressed them into her stomach.
“What? You can’t be serious. I’m getting married in two weeks.” Yes, I know: that’s why I’m here and you’re going to pay for that my sweet little bitch. I held my anger in check for now though; now was not the time to unleash on her ass. That’s why my voice was perfectly calm when I answered her.
“That’s not my problem, take it or leave it. If you agree I want you in my house before the sun goes down. If you do not, the door’s that way.” Her hand went to her throat in that way I remembered. She always did that when she was nervous. My woman has spent a lot of time with that cocktail of emotions.
I turned my back on her and looked out the window across the vast lawn. I had a tight rein on my emotions as I had for the past two days. Until I finished what I came here to do I won’t let my guard down, not one inch.
I waited, my stance relaxed, as if her answer didn’t make much of a difference to me. I’d shown her my underbelly once and she, and her asshole sperm donor had gutted me. She’d never get another fucking chance.
“I’ll need time to tell Jeff.”
“No you won’t-I’ll tell him. I take this to mean you’ve accepted my terms?” Her face turned red and she looked down at the floor as I turned from the window and walked back over to the desk where she was standing.
“You leave me no choice.”
“We all have choices love. You knew the risk when you came here. In fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d say this is exactly the outcome you were hoping for. Save it.” She opened her mouth to speak, but I wasn’t interested in words. There’ll be time enough for talk later, right now there was something more pressing that needed seeing to. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve been inside her.
“Come here.” She moved slower th
an I liked to do my bidding, but we’ll work on that. I was only willing to give her one-day to remember all I’d taught her, or her ass would pay the price. I was almost hoping she’d forgotten. Then again I didn’t need any excuse, she’d already given me plenty of reason to heat her ass up.
When she was standing in front of me I felt my traitorous heart react, but that too was ruthlessly tamped down and silenced. Never again! Still it was hard being this close to her after all this time and not feel. My cock had been hard since I got off the plane a little more than twenty-four hours ago.
“I change my mind.” Again she lifted her head to argue but I cut her off. “I don’t want to wait.” I grabbed her throat and pulled her in as the one thought that had been plaguing me for the past few months kicked in.
“Did he have you? Did he?” I actually shook her, something I never would’ve done in the past. I think it was her first inkling that I wasn’t the same lovesick asshole her old man had run out of town. I saw the knowledge in her eyes and relished it.
I ran my hand beneath her dress as she stared up at me and she drew in her breath. Her body was strung tight as a bow but I knew how to fix that, I’m the only one who did.
“Well did he?” I cupped her pussy; no make that my pussy, for the first time in way too fucking long.
“No, I promise.” She was already starting to respond just like I knew she would.
“I know your pussy, the way it use to close up if I didn’t have you for a day or two so if you’re lying to me I’ll know and then guess what. He’s dead. I’ll kill him and make your life even more of a hell than I’d planned to. Now get on the desk and raise your skirt I wanna see what I’m paying for.”
She looked as though she wanted to bolt but a raised brow was more than enough to get her moving. I had her right where I wanted her. Unbeknownst to her, no matter what answer she’d given, she wasn’t leaving my sight until I’d gotten what I wanted.
There were people in her little townhouse apartment as we speak packing up her shit to move her in here. I’d made up my mind before I ever set foot in this raggedy ass hellhole, but it was lucky for her that she’d made the right choice. If she’d made me work for it, there would’ve been hell to pay.
Once again she moved at her own pace, taking her sweet time getting her ass on top of the desk like I asked. I ignored it for now, but the sooner she learns that this was not going to be a repeat of the way things used to be, when I catered to her every need, the better.
“You need some help? Here you go.” I lifted her onto the massive mahogany desk in my office and stood between her spread thighs. I looked her over, really seeing her for the first time. Until she’d given me the answer I wanted, the one I damn near craved, I hadn’t allowed myself to see her. I had a picture in my head. The one I’ve been carrying around ever since we’d been forced apart.
Now for the first time since she entered the room I allowed myself to take her all in. She hadn’t changed, not one hair on her head was different. In fact that wasn’t quite true. She was even sweeter than she had been as a ripe young eighteen year old.
Her white blonde hair was still flyaway soft and those cornflower blue eyes still had the power to make my cock ache like a son of a bitch. Not to mention her firm plump ass and those high raspberry tipped breasts that I’d spent hours sucking on.
She still tried to hide that kickass body of hers behind clothing suited for an old spinster aunt. That was her old man’s doing. It was one of the first things I planned to change.
The dress she wore now came demurely to her knees, and went all the way up to her neck. Like the little china doll her daddy wanted her to be. I reached beneath it and tore the silk panties down her legs and she flinched her legs shut. “Open.”
She kept her legs clamped tight and I had to wrestle my way in. “I can’t fuck you with your legs sewn shut.” Her face went up in flames. I know she wasn’t used to being talked to like that. In the past I wouldn’t have dreamed of it. She’d still been too innocent and wounded for me to introduce her to certain things. But that was then, this was now.
“Why are you doing this?” Seriously?
“Take a wild fucking guess. Now open or get out.” She opened her legs with a look of petulant defiance on her face. Like she’d forgotten how easy it is for me to break down her resistance and tear that shit to shreds. I’d done it before I’d do it again.
I planned to break down all her barriers this time. When I was done with her sweet little ass she’d be the wild bitch I know she is. I’d respected her back then. Going only as far as I thought she could handle, but all that vanilla shit was dead. Maybe if I’d fucked her the way I wanted back then her daddy wouldn’t have had such an easy time driving a wedge between us.
I held her eyes with mine as I walked my fingers torturously slow up her leg. I saw the moment that dark heat I remembered so well came into her eyes. Her pussy’s heat reached out to me the closer I got to her honeypot.
I teased her pussy lips open with my fingers and slid my thumb up her slit until I felt her clit come out to play. She has the fattest clit I’d ever seen. Something else I’d spent hours devouring. I could already feel it on my tongue and my cock leaked pre-cum in my silk boxers.
I teased her clit until it grew and her pussy got wet on my fingertips. Her eyes started to shutter as her senses were inflamed, but I didn’t want that. I wasn’t going to let her hide from me this time, from us. I wanted her eyes wide open for everything I planned on doing to her.
“Keep your eyes on mine.” I wanted to see the moment she came back to me. Needed it. I sank my finger into her and felt my chest swell at the tightness that gripped me. I wasn’t lying when I told her I knew her pussy. I was the one to open it after all; the one who’d spent hours buried in it, with either my cock or my tongue; a finger here and there.
I knew every inch of her pink hot cunt. That wasn’t something a man easily forgot. Not when it was the first pussy that had stopped him in his tracks. The one, which I’ve measured all the others against and found them lacking.
Before her I’d ridden anything in a skirt. I didn’t give a fuck. The wealthy women in this town had loved taking a spin once word got out when I was in high school that I was hung like a fucking eight point Bull Moose. I’d been fucking my way through the country club on and off for nine years before I ever laid eyes on her.
I’ll never forget that day. The bitch I was boning back then was trying to make a point and decided to trot out the middle class cock from the wrong side of the tracks. I didn’t care. I’ve always been comfortable in my own skin no matter the environment.
I wasn’t sure what she expected to happen when she took me to the club with its snobby ass patrons. I knew she was trying to teach me a lesson for telling her in plain English that her money didn’t mean shit to me. That she was nothing more than a fuck like all the others that had spread for me before she hopped on my dick.
She’d somehow got it into her head that I was beneath her ass because of the amount of zeroes in her bank account. Found herself talking down to me once too often before I cared enough to set her ass straight.
At twenty-seven I was full of piss and vinegar as my mom used to say, still is. I didn’t take shit from anyone. I knew who I was and where I wanted to go. Problem is, the people around here only saw where I was at the time and wasn’t interested in anything else.
That night I’d gone along knowing what she was up to, trying to put me in my place. I’d ignored all her baiting and bullshit while one of her girls had been making eyes at me behind her back. See there, I already had the night’s pussy lined up. I was about to tell her to get fucked when I saw her.
She was beautiful. The most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. And what was even more endearing, the thing that had made my heart jump out of my chest and land at her feet, was the way she looked so out of place. That innocent little girl lost look had touched something inside me that I hadn’t even known was there.
> It was obvious she was supposed to be one of them. Everything about her, screamed money. From the top of her blonde head to the bottom of her Louboutins.
I’d been struck dumb for a full minute before my surroundings intruded and the grating bitch meter in the voice of my ‘date’ went up a notch. It didn’t matter. I was pretty much done with her ass anyway. She hadn’t lasted as long as the last one.
I never took my eyes off the hot young beauty that looked like she was about to jump out of her skin, and my hackles rose when the older man came into her space, until I realized from their body language that he had to be her dad.
She must’ve felt my eyes on her, because she’d turned and looked right at me and I’d seen it, that quick flash in her eyes. Everything male inside me had stood at fucking attention.
I spent the rest of the evening watching her from afar, just biding my time. I’d long blocked out my date and the other one that was trying to get her turn on the damager. One of my old pussies had given my boy that name and it stuck. That’s how I knew these bitches talked. They all ended up calling him the same thing, usually, at the top of their lungs, as I was fucking the shit out of them.
I kept my eyes on her table configuring in my head what I was going to do if she walked out of here before I had a chance to talk to her. I didn’t know who she was, didn’t remember ever seeing her. But from the way everyone acted towards the older couples at the table it was obvious they were locals.
I saw my chance when she left the table headed for the lady’s room. I excused myself with the pretense of needing the restroom myself and followed close behind. She was just heading through the restroom door when I caught up with her.
I didn’t make a sound and yet she knew I was there. She’d stopped with her hand against the door and her head down until I walked right up to her. I knew she was just as intrigued as I was. After all, each time I’d looked in her direction our eyes had met, telling me that she’d been watching me all along,
I wanted to touch her but restrained myself, only letting myself enjoy the fresh scent of her hair and skin as it teased my nose. “Hello.” For some reason I didn’t use my usual spiel. It didn’t even enter my mind to.
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