Justified (Dark Book 3)
Table of Contents
Prologue
Justified
Copyright
Author’s Note
Warning
Playlist
Ash
Ayden
Mark
First Peek at Obsessed
Exclusive Excerpt of Descent
Special Thanks
About Ashton
Justified: A Dark Alpha Male Romance
Broken
Insatiable Series Info
Blurb
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
Broken: A Dark Alpha Male Romance
Ashton Blackthorne
Justified
A Dark Alpha Male Romance
Ashton Blackthorne
Contents
Justified
Copyright
Author’s Note
Warning
Playlist
Prologue
1. Ash
2. Ayden
3. Mark
4. Ash
5. Ayden
6. Mark
7. Ayden
8. Ash
9. Mark
10. Ayden
11. Ash
12. Mark
13. Ayden
14. Ash
15. Ayden
16. Ash
17. Ayden
18. Mark
19. Ash
20. Ayden
21. Ash
22. Mark
23. Ayden
First Peek at Obsessed
Exclusive Excerpt of Descent
Special Thanks
About Ashton
Justified: A Dark Alpha Male Romance
Broken
Broken
Author’s Note
Warning
Insatiable Series Info
Blurb
Prologue
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
Broken: A Dark Alpha Male Romance
Ashton Blackthorne
Justified
Justified: A Dark Alpha Male Romance
Ashton Blackthorne
Copyright © 2017 Ashton Blackthorne
Author’s Note
The book you’re about to read, Justified is based on real people from my own life. Obviously, some events have been embellished to increase the readers’ enjoyment. Specific names, events, and places have been changed to protect identities.
Justified is the third book of the Dark Series.
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 does contain scenes of violence and drug abuse***
***Trigger warning***
This book does contain flashbacks of sexual abuse. It is not told to be titillating, rather to illustrate a character’s traumatic past. If these types of scenes upset you, please be aware of it.
This book is told from three perspectives: Ash, Ayden, and Amber’s brother, Mark.
Playlist for Justified-Listen to it http://tiny.cc/xfsany
Every Breath You Take-The Police
How You Remind Me-Nickelback
In the Air Tonight-Phil Collins
Lips of an Angel-Hinder
Send Me an Angel-Scorpions
Simple Man-Shinedown
You Will Know my Name-Arch Enemy
If You Want Blood-AC/DC
Bye, Bye Beautiful-Nightwish
High-Sir Sly
Demon Speeding-Rob Zombie
Lady Strange-Def Leppard
Higher Power-Boston
Her long brown hair draped across her body brushing her nipples as she tossed her head back. We stood in awe of her beauty watching her fingers fly over her pink clit swollen and aching. Seeing how wet she was with her juices dripping from her fingers, we both stood at the ready to ravish her.
Nodding to him, I moved towards her. Cupping her firm, full tits from behind, I relished the feel of them. My thumbs brushed her nipples causing her to squeal with pleasure. He stood in front of her kissing her neck and rubbing her wet pussy.
“Are you ready, Princess?” I asked pushing my hard cock against her firm ass. He pressed his heavily muscled body against her breasts his hard cock pushing against her pussy.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
Pulling her back, she fell against the mattress. I pulled her legs wide open as he knelt in front of her. Viciously, I pulled her pussy lips open for him to lick her clit.
Over and over again, he sucked her clit into his mouth. I watched the erotic scene as I felt my cock swell. His face was glazed with her juices as I held her huge tits in my hands squeezing them as I kissed her neck. With his thumbs, he pinned her pussy open so his tongue could slide deep inside her tight pink hole.
Reaching down, I pushed his head further down so that he could finger her cunt while I rubbed her clit. She cried out loudly her body jerking as she came her juices drenching my fingers and his face.
Winding her long brown hair around my fist, I kissed her mouth hard before whispering in her ear.
“Turn over.”
Immediately, she complied flipping over onto her hands and knees. Her body was magnificent to behold. Seeing her firm, tanned ass, her tiny waist, and her tits hanging lushly made my cock so fucking hard I could scarcely stand it.
Pulling her ass cheeks apart, I held them open so we could both see her pink asshole.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he buried his face in her ass. His tongue snaked out to lap against her tight hole. I watched for a moment before rubbing my hard cock across her lips.
“Suck it,” I ordered.
She wrapped her lips around my cock licking my length running her mouth down my shaft. My head fell back as I groaned. She took my cock all the way down to my balls stopping to take each one in her mouth before licking her way back up my shaft. I shivered as she gave my swelling head an extra-long suck. My cock throbbed painfully.
“Fuck her asshole.” I commanded reaching over to grab a bottle of lube. Taking my cock out of her mouth, I poured a generous amount of lube across her asshole watching it drip to the bed below. He smiled as he pushed his thick cock into her asshole. She cried out and as soon as she opened her mouth I shoved my cock inside.
He fucked her tight ass and she sucked my cock. I could feel her co
ming as her body tensed and she began to tremble. She squeezed my balls as she came. He thrusted deep inside her grunting. I filled her mouth with my come feeling it sliding down her throat.
Just a typical day.
1
Ash
As I cradled my cup of coffee in my hands, I looked down at Amber still sleeping peacefully in bed. Her long blonde hair spread out from beneath her like a silken shawl.
Walking over to the huge picture window, I sipped my coffee. The waves pounded the shore relentlessly. There wasn’t anything I enjoyed more than watching a good storm come ashore.
I cast a glance back at Amber.
Okay, maybe one more.
And a good bottle of Macallan along with it.
Chuckling to myself, I threw a pair of running shorts on and a t-shirt. After stretching my legs to get the blood flowing, I began my morning run. The air was thick with humidity. I could smell the rain beginning to come in off the ocean. Dark clouds swirled overhead as I ran down from the house down the path through the wooded area surrounding my home.
As I ran, I thought about the events of the past few months. Like a lot of things in my life, it seemed surreal. Finding my brother had probably been the biggest shock of my life. Over the past few weeks, he and I had become surprisingly close. I’d shared with him a lot of the good memories I had of our father. He’d shared a lot of the terrible memories he’d had of our mother.
As my feet pounded the dirt, I thought about Amelia, our allegedly half-sister. Could she really have been our father’s daughter? I struggled to recall playing with her as a young child. She had been so beautiful, but a different kind of beautiful.
Hauntingly beautiful.
My deep reverie was rudely interrupted by my phone buzzing in my pocket. Stopping to catch my breath, I punched the accept call button.
“Hey, Ayden.”
“Are you coming over this morning? I thought we were going to start looking for Amelia. Did you get in touch with your PI friend---?”
“---Andrews. Yes, I talked to him.”
“Good. What’s wrong you sound like you’re out of breath? Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“I’m out on my morning run. Give me an hour to get back home and shower. I’ll be over then.”
“Sounds good.”
Turning around to run the trail back to the house, I heard dead branches crashing all around me. The wind had picked up whipping through the trees. Looking up, I saw how dark the clouds had become. It was a good thing he called. I was about to find myself in the middle of a huge storm.
2
Ayden
I woke up feeling awful. My head was throbbing with intense pain every time I blinked. Looking around, I saw dozens of used syringes and blackened spoons.
Sitting up, I noticed I was all alone. I could hardly remember the events of the past few days.
Suddenly, I heard a crash in the other room. It sounded like glass shattering.
“Who’s there?”
Sinister poked his head into my bedroom.
“It’s me, Donovan.”
“What was that noise?”
“I dropped a fucking glass.”
Nodding, my hand reached for my phone. It was 7:45. Good, I had time. Ash wasn’t supposed to be over until 9:30. We were going to discuss our plan to find Amelia, the woman who might be our half-sister.
After showering, I dressed quickly. I threw the blackened spoons into a bag and shoved them under my bed. I capped the used syringes and placed them into a red plastic Sharps container which I kept in my closet behind my locked safe. I didn’t need Sasha or anyone else finding it.
Running my hands through my dark hair, I walked down the stairs into the kitchen. Sinister was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. A huge bottle of Advil was on the table in front of him.
“Here you go. Coffee and Advil breakfast of users.” He laughed.
Taking a mug out of the cabinet, I poured myself a steaming cup.
Looking across the table at Sinister, I wished I could get him to leave. I regretted asking him to live with me. It had been a few months and he was starting to drag me down the same dark path I’d been on years ago before going to prison.
But how could I ask him to leave? Like me, he’d been through hell as a kid. I would venture to say his childhood had been even worse than mine. I remembered when he first became my cellmate in prison. Unlike most guys who stay quiet about their past, he seemed eager to share his with me.
Sinister
I cringed inwardly as the metal of the jail door clanked behind me. So this was it.
I recalled the judge’s face as he handed my sentence down.
“Twenty-five to life….”
Shit, I couldn’t do twenty-five years let alone life. I’d done time before, but that was for petty theft and minor possession charges.
But this was different.
My original charge was first degree murder and armed criminal action, but my attorney (a public defender) had gotten the charges reduced to second degree murder.
Some fucking attorney. Hell, with the Brotherhood behind me I’d have gotten a top notch defense attorney, but since I’d been blacklisted for fucking up the job and exposing them to the authorities I was on my own.
So the attorney convinced me to plead guilty to a lesser charge and here I was back behind bars.
Doing time. Hell, normally I could do time standing on my fucking head. Being in the joint was nothing for me. It was like coming home.
But twenty-five years?
I’d lived half my life behind bars if you counted all the years I spent in various juvenile facilities, jails, and prisons. Growing up the way I did, prison felt like a fucking vacation.
As I laid back on green plastic cot, I could still hear my father screaming at me.
“Bryan! I fucking told you to clean out the damn garage!” The heavy door to the garage slammed as I cringed beneath the covers. I’d forgotten to finish my chores that day and the old man was pissed.
“Please, Henry, don’t wake him up. He mowed the yard like you asked, trimmed the hedges, painted the fence, and took out the trash! He was exhausted. I told him he could get to the garage tomorrow.” The timid voice of my mother echoed throughout the house. I could almost see her pleading with her eyes holding her hands up as she cowered before him bracing herself for yet another beating.
He hadn’t hit her yet today. Wow, he might have even gone a whole twenty-four hours without slapping her. It was a first for them.
Then, I heard the sound of a hard hand slapping soft flesh.
And just like that, he broke his own record.
“Woman, don’t you fucking talk back to me! You know better! I don’t know who the hell you think you are. Bryan is my son and he will do what I say. Don’t you fucking interfere again!”
Holding my body stiff, I braced for the sound of him stomping up the stairs. Instead, I heard the sound of glass shattering.
“There, bitch, how do you like that?”
I heard my mother scream as more glass shattered.
“Stop it, please, Henry! I won’t talk back again, I promise. Just please stop!”
Another scream was followed by more breaking glass. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and I jumped out of my bed and ran down the stairs.
“Stop it, Dad!”
They both spun around to face me. My mother was lying on the floor holding her hands above her head as my father, drunk as ever, stood over her with a plate in his hand.
“Boy, what the fuck are you doing down here?” My father demanded.
“Bryan, please go back to bed.” My mother pleaded with me. Her hair was a tangled mess with trickles of blood dripping down the sides of her head. Her once blonde hair was red from the blood.
“Dad, stop it!” I moved towards him. I was only thirteen years old and scrawny as hell. My father stood an impressive six foot six and all muscle.
And he was drunk.
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nbsp; “You gonna do something about it, boy?” He dropped the plate to the ground. It smashed sending glass shattering across the floor.
Balling up my small fists, I stood my ground.
Mustering up all my courage, I found my voice.
“Maybe I am.”
He guffawed loudly as if that were the funniest thing he’d ever heard. His huge beer belly jiggled as he laughed. My mother scrambled to her feet. She pulled her tattered pink bathrobe around her body.
“Henry, he didn’t mean it. He’s just a boy.” My mother moved towards me.
With a mighty shove, he sent her flying back into the wall. She landed with a thud and slid to the floor.
That did it. With all my strength, I hurled myself at him. I caught him off guard and he stumbled backwards.
For a brief second, I felt powerful. My dad must’ve weighed at least 250 pounds and I only weighed half of that, but I was able to knock him down.
Almost.
My father balled up his ham sized fist. Seeing what was coming, I tried to duck, but he caught me on the side of my head sending me reeling. Pain exploded throughout my body. My head was ringing. I could scarcely hear. At first, I thought he’d knocked me deaf. I felt tears welling up in the corners of my eyes, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.