The Villain Read Online Jordan Silver (Bad Boys #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Erotic, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bad Boys Series by Jordan Silver
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
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What the fuck did she think this was, an afterschool play-date? “That’s not how it works babe, you won’t be talking to dad for quite some time, if ever.” I lifted my body away from hers a little not sure if I should risk getting up as yet, then I sat up and pulled her onto my lap again, while I thought of my next move.

I know it’s customary to let the kidnapped talk to the ransom holder, but I say why the fuck should I put his mind at ease? Let the fucker sweat. I’m sure what I’m going to do to his kid is way worse than anything he could come up with anyway. He shoulda thought of that before he fucked with me.

“Damn did your daddy buy you these tits or are they real?” Since she refused to answer I decided to give them the litmus test myself. “Fuck, your mother must be one put together broad, because there’s no way Felix the fuck could’ve made you without a lot of help.”

She really was a thing of beauty, and it was almost a shame that she was so young, but like I said, she was legal that’s all that matters to me. I’m not exactly into snatching girls off the streets...who the fuck am I kidding? I do whatever it takes to fuck the other guy; I’d snatch a fucking cocker spaniel if it’d get me what the fuck I wanted.

As much as I would like to fuck her in the next second though, I still had a shit load of fuckery to do before I could even think of playing with my new pussy, and this one was going to take all my concentration, to make sure I don’t lose my dick in the bargain.

Shit, what was I supposed to do with her for the next couple of hours? I pushed her off my lap and she scrambled to fix herself. It was a damn shame she had to cover those babies, but the way my cock was spitting and trying to get out the gate, it was better if she did. I didn’t want our first time to be on the couch in my office. And since the fuck when do you care about that girly shit?

I needed to get away from her, put some space between us so I could come to my fucking senses. I eased away from her just a little bit, and already I felt the lost of her warmth and closeness. This was all kinds of fucked and I had nothing to compare the shit that was going on inside of me with.

I got myself together and stood up to give my cock a break as much as anything else. I didn’t like the way my chest felt when I looked down at her little face. I suddenly realized that I didn’t want her to be afraid of me; that before too long I wanted to see the same longing I was beginning to feel, reflected in her eyes. I’d lost my fucking mind.

Chapter 4

“Now sit there like a good little girl while I finish up here. I already owe you a deep hard fuck for busting my lip. Anything you do now, will just be gravy on top of that, so keep that shit in mind.”

I walked back over to my desk and shook my head to clear it. My day wasn’t going anyway like I thought it would that’s for sure. For one, I didn’t know I was going to meet someone like her, who actually made me take a second look; it wasn’t often that that shit happened these days.

I’ve spent the last few years building my reputation and keeping the shit I’d inherited together. It wasn’t easy for a Yale grad to be taken seriously on the streets. Add the fact that most people took one look at me and mistook me for a pretty boy with a silver spoon in his mouth and fuckers were always trying to test me. A few gunshots later though, and everyone was a believer.

I’d been kept out of the limelight so to speak for the better part of my teen years, dad’s way of letting me have a life I guess, so most people didn’t know what I was capable of. I didn’t run with the sons of the other families, and was even thought of in some circles as the prince, but not in a good way. Fuckers thought I was soft.

I wasn’t expecting to take over for a while anyway, I thought I had at least another twenty years, but then mom caught a cold or some fuck and scared the shit out of dad, who then decided that it was time for him to retire. He was all of forty-seven at the time.


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