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  Heartless

  Jordan Silver

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  Marianne Nowicki

  Copyright © 2018 by Jordan Silver

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  Contents

  Preface

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Tyler MacGyver thinks it’s time for a change of pace. The son of a not so law abiding family, after seeing one too many buddies bleed out, he decides it’s time to give up the big city lights for the droll and drum.

  But you know what they say, you can take the man out of the city but you can’t take the city out of the man. So when the arranged marriage he had lined up falls through, he decides to go to door number two, the younger sister.

  Carrie Jade would never go after her sister’s fiancé she’s just not made that way. She’s made up her mind that after the wedding she’s moving far away so that her secret won’t be discovered.

  From the moment she first lays eyes on the enigmatic Tyler, her innocent little heart goes pitter and patter and she falls victim to a strong case of lust at first sight.

  He’s unlike any of the men she’s used to in her small town. Strong, handsome, mysterious, with a certain look about him that makes her think of wild days and driving with the top down.

  When things go awry the night before the nuptials, she finds herself being dragged from her family home by a very pissed off Tyler who insists that she’s his new bride. Her only problem now is hiding her true feelings from him and everyone else in town.

  Chapter 1

  “Did you see him last night?” I ran my nose along her neck to her ear while holding her with a hand around her middle. I could already feel the tension in her. A mix of fear and sexual excitement.

  “Yes.” I wrapped one hand around her throat and fisted the other one in her hair, pulling her head back. The pulse in her throat was going haywire and her breathing had grown choppy.

  “Where?” That hand on her throat squeezed out a warning. Her body trembled as if any minute her legs were gonna give out. I took a look at her reflection in the window and she had that fawn caught in the crosshairs look.

  “At the bar, he came into the bar.” I nipped her ear and moved in closer, rubbing my cock into her ass. She tensed up at the unsaid threat. I have yet to fuck her tight little ass hole because I know she’s scared out her fucking mind of me taking her there. But maybe…

  “Bend over.” I pushed her head down with one hand while fighting with my pants zipper with the other. “Lift up your skirt.” I felt her hand tremble as she obeyed me.

  I tore her panties off down her thighs. “I told you about wearing those things around me?” I pulled my dick out through the opening in my jeans and nosed around her pussy until I found what I was looking for.

  With my hand once again clenched in her hair I fucked into her hard holding her in place with a hand on her hip. “What did he say to you?” I wasn’t even trying to keep my anger in check at this point. Her sheltered little ass is about to get it.

  “What? Please, it was nothing.” Her hands clenched around the edge of the sink as I dug deep into her pussy before sliding almost the full length of my ten inch cock from her depths.

  I slammed back into her and she screamed, her ass shaking from the shock of the orgasm that hit her hard and fast. “What…the fuck…did…he…say?” I showed her no mercy, pounding out the anger I’d been carrying around all day in her tight little fuck hole.

  She got up on her toes with the force of my next thrust and her cries now were of uncertainty and fear. She should be afraid. My woman does not have any conversations of any kind with her ex.

  This is something I thought she understood about me but apparently I was wrong. Because I’d got a report that she had been seen doing just that the night before while I was occupied elsewhere.

  “He…he just asked me how I was doing.”

  “And what did you say?” I pulled her head back hard.

  “I said I was fine, that I had moved on.” I licked her cheek and bit the edge of her jaw.

  “If he ever talks to you again he’s dead. Figure out how to get that message to him. If I do it he’s not going to be walking for a while.”

  I anger fucked her for the next ten minutes before pulling out and cumming all over her ass. She looked back at me like I’d slapped her.

  “You don’t deserve my cum. Go get cleaned up.”

  I fixed my cock back into my jeans and moved to the fridge for some water. I think she was in shock because she stood there frozen. “Move your ass!”

  She made a run for the bathroom and I followed behind her, draining the water bottle. I gave her the stink eye through the glass shower door, reminding myself that I don’t hit women, ever.

  She sure the fuck knows how to pull the worst out of me. And the best, and the not so bad. Damn, now I can’t even stay mad at her when I fucking want to? The fuck is this?

  Not this time. This time she’d fucked up in a way that crossed more than the fucking line. That shit went crossed into body bag territory.

  She’s lucky I like her ass or I’d snuff her ass and drop her out back in the woods behind this mini mansion in the middle of Nowheresville.

  Who the fuck builds a mansion in a one hick town anyway. Then again, if they hadn’t, I wouldn’t have anywhere to live so scratch that. Back to this pain in the ass chick.

  “Hurry up in there, I’m hungry.” She was bent over washing her leg. I got a shot of her ass through the steamed up glass. On second thought.

  I pulled my shirt off over my head and lost my jeans before sliding the glass door open and joining her under the hot steam of the water. She was fidgety as a newborn colt, and when she saw the condition of my cock her eyes flew up to mine.

  “I’m not going to hurt you anymore, I think you learned your lesson.” I took the soap and washcloth from her and rubbed them together before tossing the soap into the little built in soap holder.

  “Open.” She opened her legs and put her hand on my shoulder for balance when I bent to wash her pussy. Her short ass. I washed her well enough to take my mouth and lost the cloth before kneeling down and putting her leg over my shoulder.

  “Cum in my mouth.” I ate her sweet pussy until she humped my face and came, giving me what I asked for. “Hop up.” I helped her up with her legs around my hips, putting her pussy in the direct line of fire.

  My cock homed in on his sweet spot and slid in nice and slow. “Are you going to be my good girl?” She nodded and I lowered my lips to hers, feeding her my tongue while I sawed my cock in her to the balls.

  Her tight little pussy felt like hot silk around my meat, and nothing has ever grabbed my shit this nice in my life. “You want my cum? Huh?” She nodded against my shoulder again.

  “Lift your head and look at me.” I waited for her to obey. “Tell me.” Her face went red as a berry and she bit her lip. Her shy ass! I slammed my cock into her and she found her voice.

  “Yes I want your cum, please.” It wasn’t too long ago when she was afraid of my swimmers getting anywhere near her cunt. That was before she learned that I run this shit and they go where I put them. Now she fusses if I even think of cumming anywhere but deep inside her greedy cunt.

  I braced he
r back against the wall and fucked into her until her body shook. I felt that shit on my cock and that’s all it took to have me spilling inside her again.

  She’s the only one who’s ever been able to do that shit to me. Make me cum that quick, that often. I would’ve fucked her again but I had shit to do this evening.

  “Get dressed, we’re going out.” I left her to dry off and headed into the bedroom to get dressed. My anger was slightly abated, but that shit was still on simmer. It was going to take a lot to get the taste out of my mouth.

  Chapter 2

  “Here? Why are we going here?”

  “Are you questioning me?” She looked down at her folded hands in her lap and pouted. “No!”

  “That’s what I thought.”

  I climbed out of my customized Hummer and walked around to let her out. With her hand held firmly in mine I walked across the lot to the restaurant door.

  We made a sight as we always do, me six-four and her half my damn size. It’s only here at home that it doesn’t look like I’m kiddie napping some kid the way I haul her around.

  I opened the door and felt her hand shake lightly in mine. I know why she didn’t want to be here but she should’ve thought about that shit before she fucked up. I scanned the room for my prey before letting the hostess seat us.

  “Dumb motherfucker.” Like the thought I didn’t see his scared ass running into the kitchen. Or more to the point like he thought I wouldn’t go in there after his ass.

  I’d told myself I wasn’t going to do this. That I should maybe calm the hell down before we crossed paths, but that anger refuse to let me.

  Maybe he wasn’t aware of who or what I am. Maybe he thought I was like him. Maybe I should teach him different. “Fix your face this isn’t a funeral; yet.”

  “Tyler, please don’t. Nothing happened I promise.”

  “Yeah, something happened. That asshole thought he had the right to approach you. Since I told you not to talk to him again I think it best if I be the one to tell him to stay the fuck away.”

  “Now look at your menu.” Her head went down quick. Not because she thought I would hit her, she knows better, that’s not my style. But she absolutely hates for me to be mad at her, even though she tries to hide that shit.

  “Did you have lunch?” She shook her head no making me sigh and give her a look. Damn girl is trying to disappear.

  She barely eats and when she does it’s usually lettuce or some shit. Her hag of a mother had done that shit to her since her early teens.

  “Have the steak, you need iron.”

  “But I was going to get the chicken.”

  “I’ll get the chicken and we’ll share how’s that? Give me your hand.”

  She reached it across the table around the crap they had in the middle and I took it in mine, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles.

  The waiter came over to take our orders and I ordered her a glass of wine to go with her meal while I stuck to bottled water. I don’t even take a sip when she’s riding with me, but I bet she doesn’t even realize that shit.

  I buttered some bread and fed it to her before shoving whatever her birdlike eating ass didn’t take. “How was your day?” I could see a new kind of nerves in her small frame as she sat like a stone in her chair.

  There was a lesson in this shit that I hope she was getting. She hates uncomfortable situations and confrontation of any kind, so I know she was in semi hell right now.

  Next time she see that motherfucker coming I bet you she’d run hard in the other direction. I don’t use my fists, and hardly use words unless absolutely necessary. I’m more of a show and tell type. It’s one of the first things they taught me in school after all. The shit must be good for something.

  “It was fine. I got a lot done.”

  “How so?”

  “I closed on that big house over on Frye and got another big listing all in one day.”

  Her eyes lit up like stars as she told me about her huge commission and how excited she was to get the new listing and all the plans she had for putting the place on the website.

  I listened to every word attentively and knew that was the reason for the light in her eyes. I hid my smile as she prattled on and on, all but forgetting her unease. Her time in the hot seat was over, now it’s the asshole’s turn to sweat.

  Our appetizers came and I kept her hand in mine as we ate. Her hand trembled and I didn’t have to look behind me to know the mouse had crawled out of his hole.

  “Tyler?”

  “What is it?”

  “Please don’t do anything. I won’t talk to him again.”

  “Are you pleading for him?”

  “No-no, I just don’t want you to get into trouble.” That could be true. I already have a fucked up reputation in this town.

  “Don’t ever stand in front of anyone against me baby. I might take that shit the wrong way.”

  “That’s not what I meant. You…” She bit off her words and looked down at her plate.

  “You have something on your mind say it.” Her little face was pinched tight as a puckered asshole. I know she has a temper, something else she tries to hide. That’s her thing, she hides shit.

  “I just don’t know why you’re making such a big deal about this. I went to the bar to see Adriana and he just happened to be there. We barely said five words to each other and it took less than two minutes.”

  “There’s a whole lot wrong with what you just said, but we’ll save that for later.” She tried pulling her hand out of mine but I tightened my hold.

  “You wanna play?” It wasn’t my words but my tone that had her settling her little ass down.

  The waiter came over to clear our plates and I saw the asshole in the reflection of the wall of glass siding, just standing by the hostess stand watching us. I’m surprised he hadn’t made a run for it already.

  I debated going after him now or later after our meal and decided I liked the idea of making his life just that much more miserable; let him wait. Wait and wonder about what I was going to do to his ass for being stupid.

  We ate the rest of our meal in silence with her jumping every time someone walked by our table. She had every reason to be nervous, she knows very well what I’m capable of.

  Poor thing, nothing in her life had prepared her for the likes of me. Her sweet, well planned out life had been turned upside down the day she met me. I’m the monster her parents warned her about when she was little.

  Then again I wasn’t ready for her either. When I was running the streets of Chicago trying to keep my ass alive I never in my wildest dreams thought I’d be here, sitting across the table from a little society princess.

  In fact I thought I’d be dead by twenty-five or sooner. But here I am, thirty and my life was

  looking better and better everyday. She doesn’t know it, but she’s the jewel in my crown. That one thing I will fight to the death to hold on to.

  Chapter 3

  The fucked up thing is that we were never meant to be, little Miss. Perfect and I. She’s the sister of the woman I was supposed to marry. Sounds like a fucking trailer park sitcom.

  It’s a long complicated story, but to make that shit short, the night before the big wedding it was revealed in the most unpleasant way that her boyfriend was fucking my fiancée and had been for a while.

  And by unpleasant I mean a house full of people were made aware of the goings on when I walked into the room where they were fucking and made my displeasure known as loud as fucking possible.

  The party had come to a crashing halt, there was screaming and tears and accusations all around. That was from her side of the family and his. Me, I was cool, calm and collected.

  After the initial exposure I just stood in the doorway leaving that shit open so all who wanted to could see first hand, while the two on the bed hid under the covers in fear of what I was going to do to them.

  Little did they know, but I’d already suspected the shit was going on before I follow
ed them into that room. They must think I was as brain dead as everyone else is this hick stick.

  I’d come that night for the sole purpose of exposing their shit and doing it in a way that there would be no doubt in anyone’s mind. I don’t like answering too many questions so I let the deed speak for itself.

  I wasn’t hurt so much as I was pissed the fuck off. The embarrassment alone was enough to get them both killed, but it was all the money I’d spent on the bitch that really got my blood boiling.

  I wasn’t in love with her or anything that fucking dumb so it was fine with me that she didn’t have those kind of feelings for me. She was a business deal gone wrong.

  Her father had offered her up to me in exchange for keeping his fucking life. And I needed a wife from a decent family to give me some prestige in this backwards ass town.

  He was the wealthiest man in the burg and everyone knew his daughters were the cream of the crop.

  After the fuck up of daughter number one, I thought the solution was self-explanatory, I’d just take the younger one. He had other ideas.

  Apparently the younger one, ‘baby’ as, she was called by her family, was the apple of his eye, off limits. He obviously had no idea who the fuck he was dealing with.

  Besides, by then I’d taken a second look at her and decided on second thought that she was the better of the two. I still don’t know why or how I’d come to that conclusion, but my gut never steers me wrong.

  From the second I suspected the sister of fucking around and who it was she was fucking, I started planning. I’d only seen this one once or twice, but I’d seen enough to know I wanted.

  There was something about her. That clean untouched cool demeanor that the sister tried to pull off but fell short.