The Soldiers of Wrath MC 1 Owned by the Bastard (4 page)

Nerd finished, and another man put a condom on, bent down, and slid into the whore’s waiting cunt. They all had women waiting on them to fuck. He liked his sex easy. But Deanna was going to be anything but easy.

Had he made a mistake bringing her to the club? Fuck, it was tough shit now. If he reneged now, the brothers would have his hide. He’d be the one dead. The only way he became president was by showing his strength. Some of the brothers were loyal to him as they believed in his leadership, while others weren’t strong enough to take the club from him.

“We can’t do anything about it now. She’ll learn her place.”

“Which is?”

Chucks put another shot in front of him, then left them alone.

“Look, Demon, she’s different. I don’t see her bending over a table while the brothers take turns to fuck her.”

Demon tightened his grip on the glass, already not liking the idea of any of the other brothers being near her. What the fuck was happening to him? He was never possessive over the women. Demon didn’t claim just one. He liked variety in his pussy. Deanna was too uptight. It would take a lot of cock before she loosened up in any way to take his dick.

“She’s not different. She’ll fuck like the rest of the whores.” He got up from his chair, heading outside to have a smoke. It was still too hot and he was looking forward to the colder nights coming in. His jacket clung to him with sweat trickling down his back.

If he didn’t get his thoughts into focus, he was going to be screwed.

Lighting up, he stared up at the night sky. If he was poetic or some shit, he’d say it was a beautiful, starry night. Maybe it was fate that had brought her to him. Chuckling, he took another deep inhale on the cigarette.

“Hey, baby, I thought I’d find you here.” Sarah was a whore through and through. She loved the club but she loved cock more. Like the woman lying down on the table, she’d taken all of the men, loving every second of it. She’d screamed, howled, and begged for more, like the woman was now doing.

“What do you want?”

“Your cock.” She was also blunt, exactly what he liked.

Putting his smoke between his lips, he opened the buckle on his jeans. “Get to your knees.”

She sank to her knees before him. He left her to get his cock out. In no time he was smoking and getting his dick sucked. This was the life.

Sitting on the
bed feeling sorry for herself wasn’t going to get her out of the club. Demon hadn’t told her what to do. He’d trapped her in the bedroom. Whose room was she in? Getting to her feet, she made her way toward the window. Looking outside, she saw the man in question getting his dick sucked by one of the women. She didn’t recognize the woman, but why would she? The sight of them together twisted something in her gut. For several seconds she watched him getting his nuts sucked off. The pleasure was clear on his face as he sunk one of his hands into her hair.

Sickened by the sight, she turned away, hating it. Deanna didn’t want to be here in this club. She’d never smoked or drank in her life, let alone took drugs. There was no way she was going to sit quietly while they took her as payment because of her father.

She paced up and down the room. There was no way she was having sex with these men. They were probably infected with all manner of things. She imagined their dicks were close to rotting off. Glancing out of the window again, she hoped his dick was rotting the woman’s face off.

Not nice, Deanna. Not nice at all.

Being nice wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Look what was happening to her. She’d been nice to her father and all he’d done was find a way to sell her off as if she was nothing but a thing to be used. God, she was going to cry again if she didn’t get her emotions back under control.

She took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself once again.

There was no way she was about to give up on her life because this fucking biker club thought they could take her as payment. Walking around the room, she began tearing down the posters on the wall. She didn’t care whom they belonged to. All she wanted to do was set about the destruction of the room.

The moment they saw she’d be a pain in their ass, they’d let her go. Her plan was stupid, not thought out, yet she was prepared to use everything at her disposal. Moving around the room, she grabbed everything, upending all the crap she could find. When there was nothing left on the walls, she smashed the mirror. Going to the wardrobe, which was a walk-in one, she started to trash it, tearing down everything she could find. Throwing sneakers across the room, hitting the walls gave her little to no pleasure. She’d never been a destructive woman in her life. This was an act of desperation.

When they’d taken her, they’d pushed her too far. She refused to be just another woman to them.

The door opened and she launched a sneaker toward the person invading the room.

“What the hell, woman?”

“I want fucking out!” Another sneaker flew at the man. He stepped out of the room again, and closed the door, barely missing him.

“I’m not some fucking payment. I want out of this club, you sick fucks.”

She saw the shelf in the wardrobe wasn’t fixed in. Pushing it forward, she dislodged it from the position and threw it at the closed door. Going for the rest of the shelves, she threw one out of the window, which smashed.

Going to the open mess, she saw Demon was no longer getting his dick sucked. The woman was glaring up at the room.

“Fuck you!” Picking up the clothes, she began to throw them out of the window. No way was anyone going to say she didn’t fight this. Everyone was going to know she wasn’t here willingly.

Out the window all the sneakers went, along with parts of the shelves. Several men stood outside, far enough away so her wrath wouldn’t touch them.

She whirled around as the door to the room opened again.

Demon stood, glaring at her. There was nothing for her to throw at him, which only pissed her off more. She didn’t have anything but herself. Charging at him, she threw herself in his direction, trying to hit him. He was far stronger than her. She had no chance of winning against him. The door was closed, leaving them alone.

“Let me go!” She screamed each of the words, hoping he’d get the hint.

He picked her up, overpowering her and slamming her down to the bed. Deanna cursed, going in for the kill. She bit his now exposed shoulder. Between being outside to upstairs, he’d lost his jacket. She sank her fingers into his skin.

“You fucking wildcat.”

In quick moves he had her arms locked above her head in one of his hands, and gripped her jaw tightly with her other one.

Demon covered her mouth with his hand. “Do you think you’re that fucking smart?”

She glared at him, begging for him to slip up so she could knee him in the nuts.

“No you don’t,” he said, spreading her legs open as she tried to knee him.

He held her open with no chance of escaping. His hand left her mouth, landing at her pussy. Through the material that covered her, she felt the heat of his palm. Pausing, she stared up at him.

“Ah, do you need some attention?”

“Get your filthy hands off me.”

“I like this fire you’re showing. However, you’re going to be the one to clean up this mess, no one else.”

“I’m nothing to you. Leave me the fuck alone. I’ve got a job, a life.”

“I bet all are shit. I wonder how many men have got you on your back, panting for them.”

“I’m not panting for you, asshole. I want to leave.”

“You’re not leaving.”

“You don’t need me. You’ve got more than enough women to suck your dick.”

He glanced behind him at the window. Before she could react, his hand went inside her jeans, sliding her pants to one side. His finger moved through her slit. She wasn’t even wet for him.

“You’re not even turned on?”

“I don’t deal with women’s sloppy seconds.” She struggled against his hold, wondering when he’d let her go.

Demon pulled away from her. She sat up on the bed, glaring at him. Her heart was racing as she stared back at him. What was he going to do to her?

“Clean this shit up,” he said.

“No.”

“This is my room and you’ll be sleeping here as well. I suggest you clean it up, otherwise the brother who cleans this shit up will be fucking you first.”

Deanna wanted to argue, curse, and throw shit at him. The look in his eyes told her he wasn’t joking around. He’d do exactly what he said he would. Going to her knees, she started to pick up what she could.

“When this is done, you’ll pick up the trash outside.”

Once she was outside, she might be able to escape. Hope flared inside her once more.

D
emon left her
alone to pick up all of the shit. She had destroyed his room, trashed the hell out of it, and although he was pissed as fuck at the fact she had done it, he also couldn’t blame her. She was here against her will, and anyone with half a brain wouldn’t lie down and accept it without putting up a fight. The women that were here, the pussy that spread for him and his brothers, did so because they wanted to. They didn’t force them to suck their cocks, or to beg to be fucked by them. But Deanna was a different breed of woman altogether. She was feisty, didn’t hold anything back, and he knew, after only having her here for this short fucking time, that she’d give as good as any of the brothers in this club.

“Joker, make sure she doesn’t try climbing out the window and cutting herself in the process of trying to escape.” Demon would have laughed at that fact, seeing her so desperate to escape him that she’d go to any lengths, but he couldn’t laugh at the thought of her hurt. She was angry, hated him and this club, but she’d have to come to terms with it all sooner than later. He wasn’t going to let her go, wasn’t going to allow her to run all over him either. Having her fits in the beginning was fine, for now, but soon she’d have to see that he didn’t put up with that kind of shit.

He was growing angrier by the second, and went to the bar and grabbed a shot. He tossed it back, asked for a beer, and did the same with that. Once he was feeling good, the alcohol moving through his body, he turned and glanced at the doorway. She needed to be taught a lesson. He should have done it when he had her under him, and his hand down her pants. He’d never rape a woman, no matter how much of a criminal he was. This was about putting the little wildcat in her fucking place.

He turned and stalked back into the bedroom. Joker stood by the wall, his arms crossed, the scar under his left eye more pronounced because of the scowl on his face as he watched Deanna. She was on her knees, picking up the broken pieces of furniture she had destroyed, and cursing every step of the way. She stopped, looked up at him, and glowered.

“What? Come to harass me more, or maybe touch me without my consent?” she all but snarled out, like she was some kind of cornered feral animal ready to claw his eyes out. When he didn’t respond she smirked, actually fucking smirked like she thought it was funny or some shit. He grew so damn angry his blood felt like it was on fire. “That’s what I thought.” She chuckled in a sarcastic way now, went back to picking up the trash, and he looked at Joker. The biker shook his head as he stared at Deanna.

“Joker, leave, and shut the door behind you,” he said in a low voice. The other member pushed off the wall, nodded toward Demon, and left them alone.

Deanna stopped cleaning and stared up at him. She didn’t show any fear, but Demon saw the way her hands shook slightly, and the fact she was grinding her teeth, as if she wanted to curse him out some more.

“Whatever you’re going to do, just fucking do it already,” she spat out, and he saw her reach for a piece of the end table she had broken. She hurled the leg at him, and he dodged it. The fucking thing missed him by an inch. He growled out low, watched as her face turned red and her eyes widened, and then he strode toward her. Without thinking, just taking action, he hauled her off the floor, moved toward the bed, and sat down. He turned her over so her belly was flat on his thighs, her legs hanging over the other side, and her ass in full display.