Read The Soldiers of Wrath MC 1 Owned by the Bastard Online

Authors: Jenika Snow,Sam Crescent

Tags: #Romance, #MC, #Fiction

The Soldiers of Wrath MC 1 Owned by the Bastard (10 page)

One thrust, two thrusts, and on the third one he buried himself balls deep in her ass and cursed loudly. His language was crass and vile, but it reflected the strong emotion they both felt. After his big body was no longer tense, he loosened his hands on her hips, and cursed out as he gently pulled out of her. Instantly she felt his cum start to slip from her ass, but she didn’t care about the warmth of it, or the fact he had filled her completely.

He lay beside her, but he didn’t push her away or leave her in the aftereffects of what they had done. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. She let herself slip into an endorphin-filled coma. It was then, in the darkness surrounding them, that the idea of fighting him seemed abhorrent. Deanna let herself slip into the darkness, because being with Demon didn’t seem so frightening anymore. In fact, it felt like the safest place to be.

D
emon held onto
the fiery-tempered woman in his arms. He’d fucked her pussy and had taken her ass without really preparing her. Guilt hit him hard and square in the chest at the way he’d used her. Most women needed to take time to accept him. He wasn’t a small man. Staring down into Deanna’s sleeping face, he knew she was different. She wasn’t like a lot of women. Deanna had given herself to him, trusted him when a lot of women would have gone running at what he did tonight.

He murdered her father right in front of her and he wouldn’t hesitate to do it again if he could do it over. She was so breathtakingly beautiful that she made him want to be something he’d never been. He wanted to care for her. Demon didn’t care about anything but the club. His one true loyalty held within the four walls of the MC to all the men who served him. They served him, and they served the club.

Pushing some hair off her face, Demon watched her sleep.

“You’re going to cause me a shit load of problems. I can sense it.”

Untangling himself from her body, he stopped when he saw his seed leaking out of her ass. He gripped the back of his head at the sight. Using a condom had been at the back of his mind while he fucked her. He didn’t want anything to be between them when he was inside her body.

He wanted to possess this woman and make it so the only thoughts she had were filled with him. Moving into the bathroom, he ran the tap, splashing some water onto his face. Demon wiped the droplets out of his eyes before staring back at his reflection. This is what his life had come to. There was a woman in his bed that meant more to him than any other woman. He didn’t want her servicing the other men in the club. The thought of Joker, Steel, or even Shakes touching her had him madder than hell.

Grabbing a towel, he headed into the bedroom where Deanna was still asleep. She didn’t want to be part of the club life and yet that was all she’d get with him. He wouldn’t give the club up for anyone, not even Deanna.

He wiped away his cum and made sure his touch was gentle so that she wasn’t in pain or woken up. It had been a long couple of days for her. When he cleaned away his cum, he grabbed his jeans, heading out of the room. This time he left his door unlocked. Something in his gut told him she wasn’t going to try to make a run for it again. She’d be in more danger out there alone than inside the clubhouse.

Sexual moans filled the long corridor as he made his way past doors. A few doors were still open showing off the couples fucking inside. Deanna had drained all need from him. Moving past the rooms, he headed down to the bar where he found Joker, sipping at a glass of scotch.

“Are you in a sharing mood?” Demon asked, pointing at the scotch.

“Sure thing, brother.” Joker leaned over the counter, grabbing another glass and filling it to the brim with the alcohol. “To crazy-ass bitches and shit fucking luck,” Joker said, clinking their glasses together.

Demon emptied his glass in several large gulps. Something had to be bothering Joker for him not to be using the shot glasses for scotch, but the full-sized ones.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Demon asked.

“Let’s start with the shit that went down tonight. Nothing will come back on the club. He had a shit load of debt with a lot of people. We won’t be touched.”

“Good to know.” Demon didn’t expect anything else.

“I’ve got to head out for a couple of days,” Joker said.

Out of all of the men, Demon trusted Joker the most. The man had taken a bullet for him years ago when he didn’t need to. Joker had become one of his most trusted men, which was why he was the VP. He knew Joker would always have his back in a fight.

“Why?”

“Got shit to take care of. Proper shit.”

“You’re not going anywhere until I know what’s going on. If it’s to do with the club then we’re going to have your back.” Demon pointed for him to pour more alcohol. He wanted to be good and drunk before he went back up to his room. The thought of sliding inside Deanna’s supple, pliant body was enough to make him ache. He needed to create some distance between them. Never in his life had he allowed a woman to have a hold on him. Deanna wouldn’t be the last woman he fucked. Demon paused as he thought about fucking another woman. The very idea made him feel sick. His cock, which had been hard at the thought of Deanna, went limp at the prospect of another woman.

“It has nothing to do with the club. It’s personal shit.” Joker poured himself another shot, swallowing it back with one gulp before taking another. “The reason I’m letting you know is that I’m heading out tomorrow. I don’t know if I’ll be back for a couple of weeks.”

“Personal shit?” Demon ran a finger over his lip. There was only one person he knew that would have Joker dropping all of his crap. “Amy?”

“Yeah. Dad called me when I got back to the clubhouse. He needs me back at home. Amy’s mother Brenda was killed yesterday.” Joker slammed back another shot, staring down at the counter in front of them.

“Fuck, man, I’m sorry.”

“She wasn’t my mom.”

“No but she was important to you.” Brenda wasn’t as important as Amy but she’d been a stepmom to Joker for the few years he’d lived at home. They’d been close.

“Yeah, she was important.” Demon looked in time to see Joker’s hand trembled just a little. Nothing ever fazed Joker, but the prospect of going home clearly did.

“How long has it been since you’ve seen Amy?”

“Five years, maybe more, maybe less.”

Joker knew the length of time. He was trying not to let it affect him. Demon took the bottle from him, pouring them both out a shot. He didn’t know exactly what had gone down between Joker and Amy, but it was something that sent Joker away. From what he knew, Joker tried to make sure he was never alone with Amy.

“Dad’s pretty distraught. He needs some help back at home. Amy’s trying to deal with the death of her mother.” Joker stopped talking. His voice had become thick with emotion.

“The club’s here for you when you need us.”

“Thanks, man. I appreciate it.” Joker clinked his glass with Demon’s. They both took another sip, each man lost in their own little worlds. “So what is going on with you and Deanna?”

“Nothing.”

“Come on, Demon. You and I both know if a bitch ran from you, you’d leave her alone. She’s shown more than once that she doesn’t want to be here. Why did you go and get her?”

Demon didn’t answer right away. He poured another generous shot of alcohol into his glass. The truth was, he didn’t know what the fuck was happening. What started out as a simple transaction had changed dramatically in the course of a day. Deanna wasn’t going to take anything lightly. She didn’t want this life, yet he wanted her. Demon didn’t even know if he was going to be able to let her go. She’d entered his life and now there was no saying when or if he was going to be able to move on.

Running a hand down his face, he tried to clear his head. All he saw was his semen trickling out of her ass. Fuck, the image along was enough to thicken his cock. He wanted her again, badly.

“I can’t let her go.”

“I hate to say this to you, Demon, but you may not have a choice.”

He rubbed at his temple, staring at the dark amber liquid in his glass. There was no way he could handle this right now.

“You can talk to me,” Joker said.

Glancing over at his friend, Demon stared around the club. This was his life, where he intended to spend however long he had left on this planet. The club wasn’t just a fad to him. It was his life.

“She’s different.” She was, too. He didn’t know why he wanted her the way he did. She was a weakness he couldn’t handle in his life right now.

“Most romantic thing I’ve ever heard,” Joker said, snorting.

Demon slammed his fist against Joker’s side, shutting him up.

“Okay, so different is good. You can work with different.”

“Joker, no offense, we just fucking killed her father ’cause she couldn’t stand being in the club.”

“We took her against her will. She’s got no one. Look at her from her perspective. She goes to see her dad and suddenly ends up being taken by a bunch of bikers. I imagine that shit is hard for anyone to handle, let alone a young woman. She’s what, twenty-one?”

Demon tensed up. He didn’t have a fucking clue how old she was. Glancing over at Joker, he saw that the other man looked concerned.

“Do you know how old she is?”

“Fuck.” He downed the shot of scotch and jumped out of his chair. There was no way in this world he’d just fucked a minor. He wouldn’t do it. No fucking way.

“I’m going to head out first thing in the morning.”

“Let me know when you get there.” He headed back upstairs to the woman who had him in knots. Demon opened his bedroom door and paused. Deanna was still fast asleep in his bed. She looked so sweet, so tempting, too fucking innocent. Her leg was curled around the blanket, showcasing her full, voluptuous ass.

His cock tightened to the point of pain. He ached to be inside her once again.

Take her.

Fuck her.

Is she even legal?

Yeah, he was a hardened criminal, an asshole and murderer, but sleeping with a woman not legal, a fucking child, was a sick fucking thing. He’d never cross
that
line. He was so fucked up he didn’t even want to think about it.

Closing the bedroom door behind him, he stepped toward the bed. Demon stared down at her and knew he couldn’t wait to find out the answer. Reaching out, he grabbed her arms and gently shook her awake. No way had he just fucked a minor. The very thought had him sick to his gut.

Deanna screamed as
she was brought out of her dream with a rough shake. Strong arms gripped her tightly and it took her a few seconds to clear her thoughts.

“Demon, what’s going on?” She held onto his arms as he dragged her off the bed.

“How old are you?” He snarled the words close to her face.

She started to recoil. The sheer anger inside him scared her.

“W-what?”

“You heard.”

“I-I’m t-t-t-twenty-o-one.” She’d never stammered before in her life. Faced with Demon’s anger, she couldn’t control her voice.

“You better not be fucking lying to me.”

“I-I’m not.” She held her hands up in front of her, which was hard to do because of the way Demon held her immobile.

“Fuck, compared to my thirty-eight years you’re a damn baby.” He started pacing.

Seconds passed but they felt like minutes as he kept staring at her. She became aware how naked she was while he wore a pair of sweat pants. This was not the man she’d woken beside hours earlier. The kind man who fucked her into oblivion was long gone. In his place stood a man who ran a biker club with an iron fist.

“You’re scaring me.”

Slowly, he released her. She stepped away from him, needing to be as far away as possible. He terrified her, which she hated more than anything. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she chanced a glance at him.

“Do you really think I would have slept with you if I was younger?” she asked.

“You’d be surprised how much underage pussy we have to kick out of the club.”

She flinched as if she’d been struck. He had to go and remind her exactly what the club was about. Biting her lip, she stared at him, wishing she knew what was going on inside that head of his.

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