Broken

by Jordan Silver

  The physical aspects of our union would be easy. It is all the rest that she needs time to adhere to, to learn. My need for total dominance is not something I can switch on and off at will, especially not with the woman I plan to spend the rest of my life with. Not for the only woman I want to cherish and love for always.

  Not many people understand me except maybe my brothers. I’ve never let anyone but them get this close. Because of that closeness, and the things we’ve shared at our most vulnerable, they’ve known for quite some time what kind of man I am and what the woman in my life would have to put up with.

  They’d never judged on those rare occasions I’ve opened up. Never looked at me like I was some kind of freak. We had all learned to accept each other, but they’ve never seen me with the woman of my heart either. And how could any of us know that that woman would turn out to be the daughter of the man we each respected most?

  I knew all of them felt responsible for her because of the old man. That could’ve posed a problem if we weren’t who we are, if I wasn’t the man I am. I have no intentions on letting anyone come between us, so though I saw the questions in their eyes, I had no fear of any of them losing their minds and trying to stand in my way.

  Except maybe Tyler, that ass hasn’t let up since the first night I brought her to my home, to my bed. I accepted their congratulations and appreciated their not asking me the questions I knew were burning a hole in their tongues. But the closer I got to her, the antsier they grew.

  Yes they know I am a Dom, but add my natural propensity to be controlling even in the littlest of things, and the fact that each of us had a certain creed when it came to our women, and I’m sure they felt a little apprehensive for the girl we’d just learned was the commander’s daughter, the one that might be way too young to handle my shit.

  I’ve had her in my bed ever since we came back from Law’s place. Some of her things are already hanging in the closet or sharing space in my drawers. I’m working on making that shit permanent.

  I don’t care whose daughter she is, it’s my turn to protect her and there’s no better place as far as I’m concerned than here with me. Heaven help me I didn’t know what I was getting into when I made that decision.

  I’ve spent nights in some of the most fucked up places in the world. Staking out asshole insurgents in the desert where any minute a mortar or some fuck can take me out. Waiting in the dark to rescue some diplomat or the other while mercenaries patrolled five feet from me. Not once have I endured the hell that I face with her hot little body snuggled up to mine, her scent teasing my nostrils. She sleeps, I stare into space counting fucking sheep and scolding my dick for being a greedy fuck.

  And then there’re the nights like this, when I want to say fuck it and just give into my body’s needs, when I’ve come so close that it’s hell holding back. I took her to our bed and laid her between the sheets. Her poor body was worn out and she could hardly keep her eyes open.

  I didn’t let her clean up before tucking her into bed. She always slept with my cum drying on her and in her. With one last kiss to her brow, “sleep well Little Gem, dream of me’, I left her as she snuggled into my pillow, and went out into the night to meet my brothers.

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  Vengeful Husbands Book 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.

  “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.

  “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.”

  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’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. “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.

  “Come here.” She moved slower than I would like to do my bidding, but we’ll work on that. When she was standing in front of me I felt my traitorous heart react, but that too was tamped down ruthlessly.

  “I change my mind.” Again she lifted her head to argue. “I don’t want to wait.” I grabbed her throat as the one thought that had been plaguing me for the past five years 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 ran my hand beneath her dress 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?”

  “No, I promise.”

  “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 like she wanted to argue 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.

  “You need help? Here you go.” I lifted her onto the massive mahogany desk in my office and stood between her spread thighs. The dress she wore came to her knees demurely and went all the way up to her neck. I reached beneath it and tore the silk panties down her legs. “Open.”

  I had to wrestle my way in but my fingers in her cunt soon had her quieting down again. “Relax, we’ve been here before remember, the only thing you have to be afraid of is if you lied to me. Then you should be afraid, because you let him so much as sniff my pussy I will beat your sweet little ass until it’s purple. I remember how much you hated that.” I smirked at her as I forced my finger past her tight folds into her molten heat.

  “Ah, tight, but is it going to feel the same around my cock?” I pulled my fingers out and tasted her for the first time in five years. I could not resist closing my eyes in pleasure. No change, still the same sweet ambrosia.

  “Now let me see if I’m spending the rest of the day exacting retribution, or fucking the shit outta you.” I opened my pants and let them drop around my ankles soon to be followed by my silk boxers. I moved into her, my cock sticking out through the tail of my thousand-dollar dress shirt and knocked her legs farther apart.

  Pulling her ass farther off the edge of the desk I lined up and sunk in. She winced in pain, reminding me of how hard it was for her to take me. My dick knew her; it was like a homecoming for him. He didn’t care about betrayals and shit like that, he just knew that this one pussy was his. He knew her and he’d never stopped wanting her. The fuck had revolted at every other woman since we’d left.

  “Fuck yeah, my pussy.” I gritted the words out since her pussy was strangling my cock and cutting off the circulation. I lifted her skirt to under her chin, exposing her tiny buds in their silk encasing.

  She’s always hated her double A tits but I found them fascinating, I found everything about her fascinating. But that was then this is now. I pushed through her tight muscles into her warmth, glorying in the fact that she hadn’t shared herself, hadn’t given what was rightfully mine to someone else, ever.

  “I still owe you for getting engaged to the fuc
k, for that I will tan your ass a nice shade of red.” I swooped in and took her lips because I couldn’t resist them any longer. “Please, Greg…”

  “Please what? Please stop? Why when you’re enjoying me so much?” I pulled out and slid back in so that the telltale squishing sounds of her pussy juice around my cock could be heard. Her face heated up and she turned it away, hiding from me. That shit was not allowed.

  “Look at me.” I lifted her legs over my arms as I fucked into her harder. “This is mine, this has always been mine and no one else’s ever. If you ever in your fucking life forget that again I won’t be so lenient.”

  This wasn’t a fucking reunion so I wasn’t about to treat it as such. This was a reclaiming plain and simple. It will be some time before I made up my mind if she deserved more of me, from me.

  As I fucked her in my new office, I could hear her father and the soft fuck he’d picked out as her husband outside in the outer room asking for her, calling out to her. I sped up my thrusts as I felt the climax to end all climaxes rushing through me.

  “Wait Greg, you can’t I’m not protected.” I looked into her eyes as I emptied my balls inside her for the first time, but most definitely not the last. I didn’t even address her fears of me coming in her unprotected womb she’d catch on fast enough.

  “Don’t move a muscle.” I had no worries about her crying out, she wouldn’t want them seeing her like this. I pulled my pants up and fixed myself, before heading for the door.

  “Gentlemen may I help you?” they both turned to look at me with differing stages of rage across their faces. “Where is she, where is my daughter, what have you done with her you piece of shit?” I see it was the father and not the man who was to be her husband who was in charge. Why am I not surprised?

  “I’d remind you Mr. Stone, that this is my place and you have no say here. I will ask you to keep a civil tongue in your head or I will have you removed.” My men were standing guard as we spoke, their faces like iron masks as they looked on. The two men in front of me looked over their shoulders with a modicum of unease before turning back to me.

  “Look, you can do anything you want with me, but my daughter is not a part of this.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong, she’s the biggest part of it.” I stepped into him as I spoke, letting him see my anger, my own mask ripped away. “Five years, five years of plotting and planning and now here we are. You didn’t expect this when you ran me out of town did you? You thought that you owned the world. Imagine my surprise when I got out from under your shadow, only to realize that your clout, if you can call it that, does not exceed the county line.

  You’re nothing but a blowhard who’s full of his own importance.” I grinned down at him as he swallowed in fear. He had no idea what he was in for. Taking his company had only been the first step. I smirked at the thoughts in my head as he watched me warily, because today was the day that it all comes together. I didn’t pay the other one any mind until I was through skewering my enemy with a look that I was told had made grown men’s balls crawl into their sack.

  “As for you I’d suggest you forget you ever knew my woman…”

  “She’s not…”

  “Don’t kid yourself, why do you think she never let you touch her? And by the way you’re lucky. I can imagine a pig like you was dying to get your hands on what’s mine, but if you had they’d be digging you from a ditch six months from now.” His face turned red and I’m sure he was wondering how I knew that she’d never let him fuck.

  Poor bastard, he never stood a chance. He’d waited all this time for my leavings only to be thwarted in the end.

  “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have business to take care of.” I stopped short of opening the door wide enough for them to see her lying across my desk just where I’d left her as I reentered my office.

  Coming soon from Jordan Silver

  Lyon’s The Next Generation Catalina

  “Anthony I’m not sure about this.” I looked back at her with all the love I’ve always held for her shining in my eyes. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give up for her, nothing she couldn’t ask of me. But this, this was in my blood. It was almost as if something was calling me to it.

  “Come here.” I opened my arms and pulled her in close when she walked into them. “It’s going to be okay I promise.” I kissed her tiny little head and held her delicate form close to my heart.

  “Boy what the fuck?” I rolled my eyes over her head at the newcomer as she sniffled into my chest, seconds before dad took her out of my arms.

  “Why is your mother crying what did you do? Come on Derry quit it.” She rubbed her runny nose in his shirt and made me grin. I’d seen her do that a thousand times and he always said the same thing. “Fuck babe, that’s nasty damn.”

  “I didn’t do anything dad. It’s time for me to go and she won’t let me leave.” She’d been blocking my way for a good half an hour doing her best to change my mind. I’d only been home a short while after being away at school for fucking ever. Now I planned to take at least a year off and do some travelling before settling into the lucrative position I’d been offered at one of the nation’s best research hospitals.

  It wasn’t the travelling that was bothering her, it was the fact that I planned to do it on the custom made bike I was on my way to pick up.

  ***

  Catalina Lyon. More trouble than I had time for-for two reasons. One, I’m too busy to deal with her ass right now, and two, her old man is a hardass. Add the fact that I’m a good seven years older than she is and I’m already dead in the water. But I want it, I want it bad. I must be fucked in the head.

  “You still here?” See what I mean? I didn’t answer her, just gave her the look that I noticed makes her twitchy. I’d met her for the first time only two months ago when I came to her dad about a custom made bike. I remember it like it was yesterday, that jolt in my gut. I was only supposed to be riding through, put some money down on my new ride and be gone. One look at her and I changed my plans.

  Two minutes after meeting her, I knew. She was Derry all over. I guess it’s true what they say. Boys marry women who are just like their mother. She was the first person I called. Even before I’d made my intentions known to Ms. Catalina, I’d called mom and given her the news. ‘mom I met my girl today’. She didn’t ask any questions, she didn’t have to. I’ve had women before, I started young. But I’ve never introduced anyone to her as my girl.

  Of course she wanted me to bring her home. I guess I forgot to mention that the girl in question was a hardheaded pain in the ass and her dad would bury my ass somewhere between here and home if I made the wrong move.

  Now she was doing her blushing shit and trying not to move. Too late; she’d already let me see her weakness days ago. “Yes I’m still here, I’m waiting for you.” Here comes the attitude. She has a point to prove ever since I challenged her about working on my ride. She might be her dad’s newest secret weapon when it comes to building bikes, but I don’t take chances with my shit.

  “Look, I told you it will be ready when it’s ready don’t rush me or you can go buy one off the showroom in the big city. If you want a bullshit piece a crap that looks pretty on the outside, but really has no substance.” Now she’s giving me her ‘got you’ look. She likes hitting me with zingers. This was her way of calling my a pretty idiot, which she’s done a time or two since she went into heat. Poor thing, she’s never had to deal with her feelings before. I think before I stepped into her life she fancied herself one of the guys.

  I didn’t come right out and ask, I value my life and this wasn’t my backyard. So I’d watched and listened and learned. She was the second daughter in a family of nine, five girls and four boys. I knew if I showed my hand too soon the Lyon men would shoot me down without a thought. They seemed to think their females were off limits, at least the younger ones. The eldest daughter was already married with a couple kids under her belt.

  I’d also learned that this was s
omething she did on the weekends only on her father’s orders. The rest of the time she was studying to be what I already am, though she doesn’t know it.

  As far as she knows I’m just a tattooed thug with more money than brains. Which is what I overheard her say to one of her siblings.

  “Mengele where…something I can do for you Stanton?” The great man himself entered the shop and gave me ‘the look’, and though I have the utmost respect for the man, he was gonna lose this one. I gave him what my mom calls the devil’s smirk before motioning with the slightest movement of my head that we needed to go somewhere and talk.