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

  The man’s face was starting to turn blue, but he didn’t loosen his hold, and in fact squeezed tighter. He started to gurgle out, and clawed at Demon’s hands. But Demon didn’t let up in strangling the bastard that thought to hurt Deanna. He saw red, thinking about her father’s hands on her neck, squeezing the life out of her, hurting her. No, Demon was going to be the one to take a life tonight, and that life was going to be this piece of shit.

  “Demon…” Deanna said in a low, strained voice behind him.

  He pushed everything else aside except for this one moment in time. He saw the way the junkie’s eyes rolled back in his head, how his body sagged forward and his arms dropped to his sides. Demon was going to kill this man, take his life, because it meant nothing to him. He had dared go after one of his own, and Demon was about to show him exactly why they were called The Soldiers of Wrath.

  Deanna stared at Demon as he held her father to the wall by his neck. Her father’s face was now this ghastly blue, and even though she called out for Demon to let him go, the biker ignored her. But Deanna didn’t even know why she was trying to stop this. Her father had ruined her life, brought her down, and this was what he deserved. But maybe she was trying to save his life because she was human.

  There were a few other MC members that had followed Demon inside, but they were forming an almost barricade between her and Demon.

  “Please, you’ll kill him. He deserves to live his life in the gutter, remembering the shitty things he has done.” But she didn’t truly believe that either.

  Demon looked over at her, and his expression had her taking a step back. “You want this motherfucker to live, Deanna?” he growled out. “You want me to show him mercy when you weren’t shown any? He fucking turned you over to my crew, sold you off so he was free and clear.” Demon pulled her father off of the wall, still holding his neck, and then threw him across the room with so much force that Deanna gasped out. There was a sickening crunch as her father slammed into the wall, and then his lifeless body slumped to the floor.

  The silence stretched out, and she looked at the bikers. Demon was by the wall, this dark, hard look on his face. The other bikers had smirks on their faces as they stared at her now dead father. Deanna looked at her dad again, but the sorrow and regret didn’t come. She took in the odd angle of his neck, at the way he stared at her with a lifeless gaze, and the only thing she felt was this hard hatred. It filled her, consumed every part of her, and then she broke down and started crying. It wasn’t from sadness, but from this relief that filled her. She should hate herself, loathe the way she was happy that she was free of the man that had dragged her down to the bowels of his hellish life.

  But she was crying and happy, and when the tears dried she started laughing uncontrollably.

  “She’s snapped, just fuckin’ snapped, prez,” one of the bikers said.

  She threw her head back and laughed hard, not able to stop herself, and then she fell to the floor, landing on her hands and knees, and cried harder than she had ever cried in her life. She couldn’t stop, couldn’t control herself, and she knew that this was truly the beginning of the end.

  “She’s in shock,” Demon said from right behind her now, and she looked over her shoulder at him. Her vision was blurry, her tears coming steadily. He got down on his haunches in front of her, lifted his hand, and she flinched away. He had just killed a man, and although she feared him because he was this hardened, dangerous biker, she also felt something else. He had protected her, went after the man—her father—that had been hurting her. She should hate him, loathe this fucking man and all he represented. But when he reached out and brushed her tears away, she found herself launching herself into his arms.

  Yeah, Deanna was lost, fucking lost and insane, because she was finding solace and comfort in the arms of a murderer.

  “Clean this shit up,” Demon said. He didn’t wait to see who stayed behind and who came with him. The only focus he had was on his woman, sobbing in his arms. He carried her out of the house toward his bike. Putting her on her feet, he gripped her face, forcing her to look back at him. “Deanna, look at me.” He gave her a little shake, not enough to shock her but just enough to get her attention. Tears spilled down her cheeks and seeing them filled his heart with grief. “You do not get to cry for him. That man was a bastard. Those tears are not allowed.” He wiped the tears away, wishing there was something he could do. Whatever happened there was no way he’d ever be able to let her go. She’d seen too much. Witnessing him murdering her father had cemented her future in his club. He couldn’t let her leave. The club wouldn’t allow him to.

  “You killed him.”

  Demon nodded. “Yeah, and you don’t speak another word of it.”

  “He’s dead. My dad’s dead.”

  Gripping the back of her head, he placed his palm over her mouth.

  “Your asshole of a father is dead but you’re alive. You talk about it and you’re going to die along with him. Is that what you want?”

  If he didn’t get her to be silent now then his club would demand her death. He wouldn’t go to jail for the slime ball.

  “I don’t want to die.”

  “Good. Now, you’re going to get on the back of my fucking bike and we’re going back to the clubhouse. Don’t fuck with me, Deanna.”

  She jerked her head in a nod. Satisfied, Demon straddled his machine, waiting for her to climb on behind him. He didn’t bother with a helmet. The quicker they got to the clubhouse the better it was for the both of them.

  “Hold on tight.”

  Deanna wrapped her arms around his waist but she didn’t put any effort in.

  “Tighter,” he growled.

  She tightened her hold on him.

  He headed in the direction of the clubhouse. Demon didn’t make a stop on the way. The sooner he got home the better it was for him. He needed to keep her safe. The image of her father’s hand wrapped around Deanna’s neck entered his mind. He wanted to kill the fucker again. No one put a hand on his woman. He gritted his teeth, hoping by the time he got home, the anger would have simmered down; otherwise he was going on a rampage.

  Climbing off the back of Demon’s bike a couple of hours later, Deanna couldn’t stop shaking. The man before her had killed her father, and yet she was indebted to him. Children should hate the men responsible for killing their parents. She was grateful to him. If he’d not arrived when he did she would be dead.

  He took her hand, leading her into the clubhouse. Several men were waiting for them but he didn’t stop to greet any of them. Demon didn’t stop moving until they were inside his bedroom. She watched him slam and lock the door. No one was coming between them this time and there was no chance of escape.

  Demon didn’t talk as he led her through to his bathroom. He turned on the shower. She didn’t know what to do or say. He began working the shirt from her body and her jeans.

  His touch was a little rough as he got her naked. Deanna stayed still, letting him take the lead. He could have killed her but he hadn’t. Demon saved her.

  Taking a breath, she stepped under the warm water, shocked as he climbed into the shower behind her. He’d stripped his clothes off in seconds. She didn’t dare look down at his cock. Deanna refused to think about what was going on.

  You owe him your life.

  Tilting her head back, she let the water spray her face, relishing the feel of it on her skin. She closed her eyes, gasping as she saw her father’s angry face staring right back at her. He’d been so angry with her. Biting her lip, she couldn’t help but tense up.

  “He’s not coming back, Deanna.”

  Demon stroked her arms, offering her comfort. She took it. Ever since her mother had passed she’d not gotten any comfort from anyone. She was all alone in the world.

  “I know.”

  He washed her body, paying careful attention to cleaning her long length of hair. The patience he showed with her surprised her. Deanna really thought he’d find some way to
punish or hurt her. His gentle touch didn’t help her nerves.

  When the shower was over, she crossed her hands over her breasts to hide herself from his gaze. She was too open, too exposed to his gaze. He looked past her naked body.

  Licking her dry lips, she chanced a glance at his dark eyes. They gave nothing away. Demon was closed off. He didn’t tell her anything.

  Nodding her head, she stepped into the towel he offered her. He dried her body, carrying her through to the bedroom. Demon laid her on the bed and joined her.

  “I’m sorry,” she said.

  She turned onto her side so that she was facing him. The towel gave her a little dignity as she stared at him.

  “Why are you apologizing?”

  “You didn’t have to come and find me. He’d have killed me.”

  Demon stayed silent as she spoke but the moment tears filled her eyes, he started. “Why did you go back to him? He was a dangerous man.”

  “Mom told me to. Your parent isn’t supposed to hurt you.”

  “What did your mom ask you?” He reached out, pushing some of her damp hair off her cheek.

  “She asked me to keep an eye on him. Begged me to never turn my back on him. What kind of a father sells his daughter to pay for a debt?”

  “It’s not that unheard of, baby.”

  “I’ve never heard anything like it.” Her throat felt tight, like something was clogging it. Staring at Demon, she shook her head. “I didn’t want to be sold. I didn’t want to lose my future.”

  “You’re not going to.”

  “I won’t run again. I promise. I’m so sorry.”

  “Shh, baby. You don’t need to worry.”

  “I can’t believe he tried to kill me.” She buried her head against his chest, needing his warmth. There was nowhere else for her to go.

  “You can’t leave.”

  “I know,” she said. For some strange reason, she didn’t know why that comforted her.

  “No more leaving. You’ll do as you’re told.”

  “Yes.” She didn’t have anyone. Her father was dead, good riddance. Her mother was gone but thank God she didn’t have to see him at his lowest point. Closing her eyes, she listened to Demon’s heartbeat. The sound soothed her, comforted her, and made her feel safe. She’d not felt safe in so long.

  “I’m going to take care of you.”

  She murmured her agreement. He was so warm. Within minutes sleep claimed her.

  The feeling of hands skimming along her bare flesh had Deanna moaning slightly. The hands were big, warm, and there was a distinct pressure of ownership in the way she was being touched. She could have said she was dreaming, but even after she opened her eyes and stared at the still boarded up window, she knew she wasn’t. Demon was touching her like he owned her, like there wasn’t any part of her that wasn’t his. Maybe Deanna should have stopped him, should have said this was wrong, that she didn’t want it. But the truth was she did want it, desperately. She wanted to feel numbing pleasure that took away everything else, that made her life not matter at the moment. She wanted to feel him fucking her until she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, hell, couldn’t even move.

  “You’re awake,” Demon said huskily, softly, and continued to touch her. He moved his lips along the same path as his hands: over her shoulder, down her arm, and along her waist. It felt good not to think and just feel.

  She rolled over, lay on her back, but turned her head so she could see him. It was still dark outside, and she knew she hadn’t slept very long. “Be with me, Demon. Make me forget about everything except right here and now.”

  He groaned deeply, and didn’t waste any time in grabbing her chin in a bruising grip, tilting her head to the side, and latching his mouth on her throat. He sucked and licked at her while he continued to move his hand over her stomach, along her hip, and finally touched her pussy. She wore no clothing because she had only worn a towel after the shower. God, she was already wet, and if that wasn’t the sickest thing of it all, because of what she had been through, then she didn’t know what was. But it felt good, and right now that was all that mattered.

  He jerked her head back toward him and claimed her mouth. For several long seconds he didn’t do anything but kiss her, stroked her tongue with his, and rub his fingers through her pussy lips.

  “I couldn’t help but touch you, smell you, memorize every part of you, but I wouldn’t have taken it any farther, Deanna,” Demon groaned against her lips. “I would have never taken something from you that wasn’t freely offered, but I wanted to be able to feel your soft skin, especially after tonight.” He slammed his mouth down on hers harder, and shoved a thick finger into her pussy. She arched her back and cried out. She wasn’t a virgin, but she also hadn’t been with a man in a while, and Demon had thick, long fingers. It was surprising the feel of herself being stretched by his fingers alone, but God, did it feel good.

  Everything seemed to go fast and quick, but she was more than ready to put everything else behind her, and just feel Demon. He started kissing her neck, her collarbones, moved along her breasts, and sucked at the stiff peaks right through her shirt. For several long moments that was all he did, pump his finger into her and suck and bite at her nipple. And then before she knew what was happening he was removing his finger from her body. There she was, lying on this hardcore biker’s bed, stark naked, dripping wet with her arousal, and unable to hold in her moan.

  “You want my hands on you, my tongue along your flesh, and my cock deep in your hot little cunt, Deanna?” Demon groaned out, and she couldn’t answer. She just nodded, panted for breath, and gripped the sheets beneath her.

  He moved between her thighs, wedged his broad shoulders between her legs, placed both his hands under her ass, and lifted her to his waiting mouth. Their eyes locked for a heartbeat. The feel of his warm breath skating across her pussy could have made her come right then. He smirked, a hard slash across his mouth that was not one of amusement. He knew the effect he had on her and he was relishing in it.

  And then he started licking her, lapping at her pussy like he was starving and her cream was the only thing that could sate him.

  The feel of his tongue on her exposed flesh had her eyes involuntarily closing. He used that muscle to run up her center, sucking her wetness off and causing more to come. Demon was so incredibly slow with his ministrations that she found herself pressing closer to him, trying to tempt him to give her more. On any other occasion she might have been mortified by her actions, but pressing her pussy harder against his face, trying to have him lick and suck at her harder seemed so logical at the moment. And when she felt her orgasm start to climb, he pulled back, leaving her bereft. She opened her eyes and blinked several times. The arousal still pounded through her bloodstream, crying out for more.

  “Put your arms above your head and keep them there.” His tone brooked no argument, and she knew she had no intentions of denying him. Deanna needed this, needed him to control the situation because right now she felt like her life was out of control.

  She did as he asked because she knew she needed his mouth back on her now. He moved back between her legs and resumed licking her. He moved his tongue up and down her slit, teasing her clit on the upstroke, and pressing minutely into her hole on the down stroke. She was so close to getting off. He was torturously slow, bringing her close to climax but not exerting enough pressure to actually bring her over the edge. Perspiration started to coat Deanna’s flesh.

  “Your cunt tastes so good, and you’re so fucking wet for me, sloppy even, baby.”

  Her fingers hurt from the strain of keeping them together. All she wanted to do was grip his head and shove it more deeply into her pussy. And the erotic, filthy words he said to her had her crying out for more, unashamedly begging him.

  “Please, Demon. Please let me come, give me this, and I’ll be yours.” God, those words came out of her, and she couldn’t have stopped them if she tried. Would he think what she said was her declara
tion that she really wanted this life? Could she want this life with a biker and his illegal, dangerous and violent club?

  “That’s right, Deanna, you are mine. I’m not letting you go, and I’m not letting anyone have you. This pussy is mine,” he licked her slit from pussy hole to clit. “These tits are mine,” he reached up and grabbed the mounds, massaging them. “You are mine.”

  She opened her mouth on a soundless cry. He had to know she was perilously close.

  “Say it, Deanna. Say you’re mine. Only mine.”

  At this point she would have done anything to feel that crest of pleasure wash over her.

  “Please. Please let me come, Demon.”

  “Say it.” He roared out the words and sucked her clit into his mouth, bringing her right there over the edge and backing away before she went over.

  “I’m yours,” she breathed out. The words left her on a whoosh of air and she locked gazes with him. The look he gave her had her entire body tightening. As if he wanted to prolong her torture, she watched in rapt shock as he held her pussy lips apart with his thumbs and ran his tongue up her center.

  “That’s right. You’re mine.” A dark look crossed his face when she looked at him. He slowly moved his tongue back to her cleft. When he reached her clit he brought the tiny bud into his mouth and sucked hard. Rhythmic motions had her grinding herself against his mouth. He sucked on her clit, bringing the tiny bundle of nerves over his tongue and ever so gently running his teeth along it. The orgasm that moved through her was intense and heady.

  When the tremors started to dissipate, she breathed out. He stayed between her legs, staring at her, the shadows moving across his face.

  “I want you so fucking badly, so if you’re not ready, baby, you need to tell me now. Once I start I don’t know if I can stop, Deanna.” He groaned out the last part, but a controlled expression stayed on his face. She didn’t need him to warn her. She knew what she was getting into, and whether it was a bad idea or not, she would not tell him no.