Vengeful Husbands Book 1 Rock

by Jordan Silver

  Table of Contents

  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

  website

  http://jordansilver.net

  Copyright

  License Notes

  All Rights Reserved. In accordance with the U.S Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the publisher/author is unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property. Thank you for your support of the author’s rights.

  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

  1

  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.