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Broken
A Dark Alpha Male Romance
Ashton Blackthorne
Copyright © 2017 by Ashton Blackthorne
Third Edition
Published by: Blackthorne International
All Rights Reserved.
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Contents
From the Author
Broken
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Excerpt of Bound to Him
Ashton Blackthorne
This book you are about to read and subsequent books in the Insatiable and Dark series are loosely based upon my own life. Specific names of people, places, and details of specific events have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved. It is NOT to protect the innocent I assure you.
Warning from the Author
Additionally, I would like readers to know that I ALWAYS practice and endorse safe sex. Condoms are consistently used. Sometimes, I do not choose to include specific safety details in the narrative as I feel that it damages the readers’ experience of the book. I encourage EVERYONE reading this book to always practice safe sex which includes getting regularly tested and using condoms.
Also, many scenes in this book contain graphic depictions of BDSM. This lifestyle can be very rewarding and pleasurable to those adults who choose to participate in it.
However, as with most things there are dangers.
Always be certain when indulging in these acts that you have a partner who is caring and alert to your needs. Employ a safe word and if that person doesn’t stop when it is used then that may be construed as abuse. Please review reliable internet sources if you feel that you are in an abusive relationship.
****This book was previously released as Broken, Book One of the Insatiable Series. I combined the second book, Shattered into Broken to make one book. The third book, Bound to Him is available separately which is now the second book in the series.****
Broken
Ruthless. Unstoppable. Sexy.
So, so bad.
My gorgeous secretary calls me a bad boy in a good suit. I’ve built up quite a reputation over the years women have dubbed me “So, so bad” and men have called me the biggest, baddest shark on Wall Street. They say I’ve been everywhere, done everything…
And it’s all true.
I get what I want when I want it.
And what I want now is Veronica.
Her gorgeous curves beckon to me demanding that I succumb to her irresistible charms.
But I can’t.
Not yet.
You see, I have a secret. A deep dark secret lurking inside me. For years, I’ve been broken, shattered, betrayed by someone who should’ve loved me beyond reason.
Now that secret is threatening to be exposed.
And I can’t have that. No matter what.
Not even if it costs me what I treasure the most.
Her.
**Broken is the first book in the Insatiable series.***
Prologue
S
he was the sexiest woman I’d seen in a long time…
It was 8 AM on a dull ordinary Monday morning when I stepped onto the elevator of the seventy floor building I worked in. Several other people got on so I moved to the very back.
As I placed my briefcase down at my feet, I looked up to see a stunning young woman stepping on.
She was dressed in a snug gray skirt slit high up the back. It outlined her tiny waist. Her blue blouse matched her incredible blue eyes and fit tightly across her full breasts. Her hair was long and softly curled. She caught my eye and I winked at her.
Easily, she made her way to the back of the elevator stopping directly in front of me. Without saying a word, she turned around to face forward. Glancing down, I admired her firm ass. The door parted again and even more people got on. The elevator had gotten extremely crowded and she backed up right against my cock.
Slowly, she arched her back and began to move her ass. Immediately, my cock grew hard.
Leaning forward, I brushed her silky hair from her ear.
“Don’t look at me. Spread your legs,” I whispered.
She sucked in her breath her body tensing up at my words. Then she parted her legs ever so slightly.
“More,” I whispered again.
She complied as I eased my right hand up the back of her skirt. Her thighs were velvety smooth as my fingers climbed upward. My fingertips brushed the bottom of her lacy panties feeling how wet she already was. Pulling her panties to the side, my fingers were drenched with her juice. Rubbing her swollen clit, I pushed my finger forcefully up inside of her.
Instantly, her legs stiffened as a soft moan escaped her lips. I began to slide my finger in and out gently at first then building to a vigorous finger fucking.
She stayed facing forward as people continued to get on and off the elevator. The men on either side of me gave me sly knowing grins.
Her pussy began to pulsate around my finger. I’d loved to have bent her over right there and stuck my cock right in here. She was so tight.
She became more aroused, so much so I could feel her juices soaking her thighs. Suddenly, her legs clenched as she came. Another tiny moan escaped her lips. Several people turned to look as I eased my finger from her, slowly dragging it down her leg.
The elevator stopped at the top floor. My floor.
As I made my way toward the front, she followed me out.
“Are you getting off here?” I asked innocently. She couldn’t have as only my office was on this floor.
“I already did, thank you.” With that, she blew me a kiss and got back onto the elevator.
Wow, what an amazing start to the day!
“Fuck me, Mr. Blackthorne.”
The hot sexy blonde pleaded with me as I readied myself to enter her.
I leaned up on my arms gazing into her deep blue eyes. She ran her hands over my muscular chest, her fingers tracing each well-defined muscle. She wrapped her legs around my waist. I’d waited so long to have her. I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Ever since she’d started as my assistant I’d been fantasizing about fucking her. Taking her on the desk in my office, in the conference room, on the floor by the elevator, in the elevator. Every morning when she sat my coffee down I gazed at her firm, full breasts in her tight blouse nearly bursting open the buttons. I longed to tear it open and bury my face in her cleavage.
Grabbing her waist, I flipped her over on her knees. I leaned back to admire her beautiful body. Her tits hung lushly. Her nipples were small and erect. A perfect shade of dusky pink. Her ass pushed up in the air, waiting for me to slide deep inside her once again.
I’d been longing to touch those perfect tits and I reached around to squeeze them. They more than filled my hands. I tugged on her nipples twisting and turning them making her needy. Finally, I pressed my thick hard cock against her opening. She threw her head back tossing her long honey colored mane in the air.
Thrusting forward, I buried myself deep inside her. She felt so good my eyes rolled back in my head. Her pussy was velvety soft, soaking wet, and hot. It gripped my cock so tightly I nearly came on my first thrust.
“Oh my God, Ash, you’re stretching me too much!”
But I knew I gave her much more pleasure than pain. I held her by
her hips pulling her back onto my cock grinding deep inside her. Then I reached up and wound her long hair around my fist as I pumped in and out. Her ass looked delicious as she bounced back and forth. She cried out as I slapped her ass hard, leaving a brief red mark.
“Ash, oh my God, I’m coming!” She screamed. I slapped her ass again relishing the sound of my hand striking her soft flesh. I felt her contracting around my shaft and the sensations were so strong, so pleasurable, I felt myself coming deep within her.
Falling forward, I wrapped my arms around her. She snuggled against me as I buried my face in her sweet scented silky hair
“Ash, I’ve wanted you for so long.” She whispered.
I sighed deeply, content to relish the moment.
“But I guess this means I’m going to have to quit.”
“WHAT?”
1
T
he sound of my alarm awoke me with a start. I found myself alone in my bed. No Amber. It had only been a dream. Rubbing my head, I climbed out of bed. I set out for my usual run through Central Park enjoying the unusually warm weather. In late fall, New York is usually quite cold. Today I didn’t even have to bother with a sweatshirt. As I ran back through the park, the dry fall leaves crunched beneath my feet.
The golden color of the leaves reminded me of Amber.
After that dream last night, my desire for her was even more intense. My cock still throbbed as if she had been riding it last night.
But Amber and I had made an agreement.
There was only to be a professional relationship between us.
When I’d hired her six years ago Jeremy Goldstein, my partner, had warned me against bringing a woman like her into our firm.
“Why not?” I’d asked. She was educated and well qualified for the position.
“Why not?” he’d asked. “Just look at her.”
Look at her, he’d said. Hell, in the beginning I couldn’t do anything but look at her. She was petite. Tiny waist, unbelievable legs, incredible cleavage, long blonde hair and fabulous charm.
When Amber walked into the interview, my initial thought was that she had the wrong office. Surely a beautiful, young woman like her was a model.
She surprised me. Not only was she gorgeous which was putting it mildly, she was highly intelligent with a quick wit that matched my own. Her qualifications were stunning. She had a degree from Northwestern in finance. She’d worked for a major investment bank for the past four years. When I pressed her about her career goals, she informed me she didn’t want to pursue an MBA or work for anyone else.
Just me.
“Can you believe that, Jeremy? With these qualifications, she only wants to work for me?” I said tossing a blue folder on his desk.
Jeremy was speechless. He sat there with his mouth agape as he watched her walk out of our office.
Tearing his eyes from her luscious legs, he glanced down at the folder I’d given him. Scanning over her resume, he nodded.
“Impressive. But you can’t hire a hot piece of ass like that. All you’ll want to do is fuck her. Then you won’t be able to because we can’t risk a sexual harassment lawsuit.”
I laughed as I sat back in the cushioned chair across from him.
“Of course we can’t. Not after your sexual harassment suit from last year. Cost us a fortune to get that thrown out.”
Jeremy waved his hand at me.
“Hey, now that wasn’t my fault. Do you remember Inga? Damn, that accent…her legs.”
I shook my head.
“Well, Amber isn’t Inga. And she’s not a piece of ass. She’s very intelligent, charming.”
“And gorgeous.”
“Of course.”
Jeremy sighed.
“Well, it’s up to you. She’ll be your assistant. But I’m telling you, man, working all those late hours with a hot woman right next to you. You’re gonna need a lot of willpower.”
“Now that I’ve got. I have nothing but professional intentions towards Amber Michaelson.”
“We’ll see.”
Grabbing the folder off of his desk, I turned to leave.
“Why does she only want to work here?”
I shrugged and cocked my eyebrow at him.
“Simple. She heard I was the best.”
Jeremy tossed a newspaper at me.
“You wish, Blackthorne.”
A few days later, I called Amber to give her the good news. Ever since that day six years ago, she’d been a constant companion to me. Our relationship had always remained professional although I had to admit lately I was finding myself more and more attracted to her.
It wasn’t just her looks. She anticipated my every need and I seldom had to ask her for anything. She just knew. She kept track of my schedule. She handled everything.
Amber was amazing.
Naturally, since we spent so much time together things got a bit heated between us. We were both passionate people so occasionally we had gotten to the point of getting physical, but she always reminds me what we could lose if we ever fully crossed that line.
I respected her for that. I had a tremendous amount of willpower and I considered myself to be a man in control at all times, but after a good amount of Macallan in me and a hard day at work I have to admit I sometimes overstepped my bounds.
As I made it back to my building, I quickly changed into a dark blue Italian suit. Looking down at the tie I’d chosen I envisioned Amber’s reaction. Her blue eyes would roll as she turned down her full lips.
“Not that horrible striped tie again! I’ve told you, Ash, that tie is something my grandfather would wear!”
I chuckled as I hopped into my sleek black Aston Martin to head into the office.
Upon arrival, Amber was standing anxiously outside my office. This is never a good sign. When something was upsetting her, she would start to pace.
“Amber, what’s wrong? It’s been such a beautiful morning so far. Can you believe this weather? I didn’t even need a sweatshirt for my morning run!” Armed with a fake smile, I rushed by her into my office.
As usual, she followed me.
“Ash, we’ve got a problem. Have you talked to Jeremy yet?”
I shook my head as she handed me a cup of coffee. Two sugars, a dash of cream with a bit of vanilla just the way I liked it.
Amber’s beautiful face wrinkled with worry. She was dressed impeccably in a blue dress that showed a touch of her deep cleavage and showcased her perfect legs.
Rushing back to her desk, she grabbed a copy of the Wall Street Journal .
“I’m guessing you haven’t seen this yet then.”
Taking the paper, I scanned the headlines. There on the front page!
“What the fuck is this?” Furious, I slapped the paper on the desk.
Biting her lip, Amber nodded.
“It’s bad, I know. That stock won’t be worth anything by tomorrow. All that work we did.”
I leaned back in my leather executive chair. It squeaked whenever I did that. I’d have to remind Amber about it.
“I’ll call and have maintenance take a look at your chair.”
See, she always knew.
Cupping my hand to my face, I shook my head.
Finishing my coffee, I stood up and grabbed my briefcase.
“Ash, where are you going?” Amber looked at me curiously.
“I’ve got to go see a guy about a thing,” I smirked at her.
Amber crossed her arms beneath her breasts and shook her head.
After whipping around the streets of Manhattan, I tossed the valet my keys. I raced to catch the elevator to the 23 rd floor.
Walking into the lavish offices of Grayson Bantham, I felt Pierce Grayson’s secretary’s eyes lingering on me.
“Hello, Mr. Blackthorne, what brings you here today? I don’t believe Pierce has you on his schedule.”
I flashed her a winning smile. She blushed and averted her eyes. I knew how much she admired me. She and Amber attended
the same Pilates class. Once, Amber disclosed to me how much of a crush she had on me. I was flattered, but the fifty year old reminded me a bit too much of my own mother.
My mother.
Just the thought of her was enough to send me over the edge. I brushed those thoughts aside as I spotted Pierce Grayson emerging from his office.
“Ash! How nice of you to come by. I must apologize though as I’m heading out for the day.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. That slick bastard thought he could pull one over on me.
Pierce was a young, fast-talking Wall Street player. He thought because his father owned the firm he could do whatever he wanted. He had just graduated last year with an MBA from Harvard. He thought it made him a financial God.
Got a lot to learn, little boy.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Grayson, looks like you’re going to have to cancel that last minute golf game.”
He stared at me for a moment. I could feel his beady eyes boring into my head. His pathetic attempts at intimidation would never work on me or anyone older than thirteen.
“I wish I could stay and chat Ash, but I’ve got to go.” He sidestepped me toward the elevator.
Grabbing a folder from my briefcase, I slapped it into his hand.
“We have to talk. It’s about Vitalife.”
With that, he stopped and opened the folder I’d handed him. His secretary, Felicia looked worried.
His face paled.
“What the hell is going on, Ash?”
“That’s what I want you to tell me.”
Grayson motioned for me to follow him back to his office.
“What I want to know is who the fuck is behind this? You must know, Grayson. Only you and I had this information. After all the work we did why are you fucking this up?”
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