The Soldiers of Wrath MC 1 Owned by the Bastard (13 page)

She licked her lips once again. “Yes.”

“Good. You’re mine, Deanna. You’re mine to do with whatever the hell I want to do.”

The very thought
of doing everything Demon instructed should scare her, yet Deanna was excited. She wanted to give herself up to Demon’s instruction. Her whole life she’d taken care of her mother or tried to be there for her father, only to have all of her hard work thrown in her face. Her father had tried to use her to pay off a debt and her mother had passed away. She’d spent the whole of her life worrying about what would happen next in her life. Paying bills, dealing with her mother’s health, school, work, everything had always been a worry to her. When she was with Demon, she didn’t worry. The moment he looked at her, everything floated away and it was like the only two people to exist was them.

She didn’t know if she cared about him but there were feelings. Was it love? Deanna really didn’t know what she felt for the man before her.

“Yes,” she said.

It would be a welcome relief to live for the pleasure of the moment. Demon wouldn’t want anything else from her but pleasure. Her pussy was soaking wet. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against the front of his pants and she wanted to taste him.

“Then get on your knees.”

She sank to the floor before him. Staring up into his eyes, she waited for his next instruction.

“Get my dick out.”

Reaching out, she tugged on his belt then on the zipper of his jeans. She fumbled around trying to grab his cock from the confines of the pants he wore. Deanna smiled up at him as she stroked the hard length of his cock in her palm. He was warm to the touch.

“Now, take me in your mouth.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Leaning forward, she licked the tip, swallowing down the pre-cum glinting on the tip. He tasted so fucking good, masculine, and exactly like a biker. This was what danger meant, danger and excitement felt like. Demon excited her.

His fingers stroked over her hair, sliding through the length until he gripped her hair within his grasp. She groaned as the pain went straight to her pussy, flooding her with more cream. Pressing her thighs together, she tried to work her clit without even touching herself.

“I’ll make you come when I’m good and ready. You focus on my dick. I want my dick slick with your mouth.” His voice was husky.

Taking the tip of his cock into her mouth, she moaned as he hit the back of her throat. The grip he had on her hair controlled the depth of her thrusts. Demon took over, thrusting into her mouth. She sucked as much of him as she could until he withdrew from her mouth, only to slam back inside.

She gripped his thighs, holding onto him in an attempt to hold onto some sanity. Nothing helped. The control he had over her went far beyond his grip.

“Fuck, I need to be inside your pussy.” He tugged her off his length by her hair. Within seconds his hands were on her arms, dragging her over his lap. His superior strength should have scared her but she was aroused. He had her straddled over his hips with his cock at attention between them.

She was naked while he remained fully clothed. The scent of leather filled her senses and she watched as he grabbed his cock, sliding through her wetness.

“Do you see how wet you are? It’s going to be so fucking easy to slide inside you.” He tapped her clit with his cock, making her cry out from the sudden burst of pleasure. It didn’t last. He moved the tip of his cock to her entrance, where he teased her. She tried to slam down on his cock but he wasn’t having any of it.

Demon controlled when he entered her. The one grip he had of her hip kept her in place. When only the bulbous head of his cock was inside her, Demon gripped both of her hips.

“Look at me, Deanna.”

She stared into his silver grey eyes. They held her captive as easily as he held her body.

“What?” she asked. Her skin was on fire with a burning need that only he could put out.

“I want to look into your eyes when I fuck you.” On the last word, he slammed her down onto his cock, forging his way inside. He was long, thick, and she felt him fill her to the hilt. Demon was so deep that it was almost painful. Sinking her nails into the flesh of his shoulder, she screamed out at the dual hit of pleasure and pain.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight.” He bit her shoulder, growling the words against her flesh.

Closing her eyes, she tried not to move. The moment she did, she became aware of the depth of his penetration. Demon wasn’t small, but so damn huge.

“Does it hurt?” he asked.

She nodded.

“You’ll get used to me.”

“I don’t think I will.”

“I’m not going to give you a chance to forget about me, baby. I’m going to fuck you day and night. You’re not going to be able to walk straight without thinking about me. Whenever another man looks at you, you’re going to be so full of my cum that you’re not going to even think about straying.”

“I’m not going to stray,” she said, taking a deep breath.

“I know. I’m not going to give you a chance to leave me.”

Why was he worried about her leaving? He ruled a club full of whores who’d gladly spread their legs for him. If anyone should be worried about straying, it should be her, even if he knew in his heart he’d never do that to her.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to enjoy it, because you’re mine and know it.”

“G
et on the
bed, baby, and lie on your back.” Running a hand over his mouth, she watched as Demon tried to control himself. She could see it in his hard expression on him, in the way he was poised tightly, as if he wanted to pounce on her like a wild animal wanting to devour her.

She moved to the bed, lay back fully on it, and felt her cream slip from her pussy even more. She was so wet, so aroused, that staring at him fully dressed with his cock only visible through the fly of jeans was heady and arousing.

“Open for me.”

It wasn’t a question, and that alone had Deanna moaning even louder, ready for Demon. She never thought she would like dominance in the bedroom, never thought she could be submissive and allow a man to control every part of her. But with Demon she realized that he wanted her to give herself up to him totally. And she was more than ready to be that way with him. Having Demon control the situation made everything more heightened within her. She didn’t hesitate to place her heels on the mattress and spread her thighs open for him.

The cool air drifted along her swollen, wet pussy, and she bit her lip as she waited for him to come to her, to order her to do whatever he wanted. She could see him staring at her body, and didn’t need to hear words to know what he had to say.

“Fuck, Deanna,” he said and grabbed his cock, stroking himself. “Compared to me you’re so damn sweet and innocent, just waiting like a ripe fruit to be plucked and sampled.” He took another step forward. The flavor of his flesh, of his mouth and pre-cum was still in her mouth and she wanted more. His erection was a hard rod between his thighs, and she knew he would fill her pussy completely. When he was at the edge of the bed and his body heat coated her like a blanket, she shivered, feeling so aroused she was lightheaded. Before she could say anything Demon was moving on the bed and between her legs. His mouth was on her chin, and he slowly moved his lips lower, dragged his tongue along her cleavage, and gripped her shoulders to hold her down for his erotic abuse.

He made the same path over and over again, over her breasts and back up her neck. It was pure, unadulterated torture. He ran his tongue over her chin, down her throat again, and nibbled the hard tips of her breasts. Throwing all sane thoughts aside, she let her head fall back and her eyes close as Demon memorized her body with his tongue. He didn’t miss an inch of her, and Deanna felt as though she was being devoured. Her nipples were stiff buds, and when he ran his tongue over them her pussy walls contracted involuntarily. This was enough foreplay, because there was no way she would live through any more.

“Take off your clothes, Demon, and fuck me already. Claim me as your woman.” She was stunned with herself for those words coming out of her mouth. She meant each one of them with every part of her body. In a move faster than she thought a large man like him could do, he was off the bed, tearing his clothes away until the hard, tattooed flesh of his huge body was on display. She braced herself on her elbows, breathing heavily as her desire moved so high she felt like she was about to explode from it. He was between her thighs again and the hot, hard length of him pressed against her slit.

“You want me, Deanna?” He thrust against her. “You want my cock? Want to be my woman?”

She nodded her response, not able to speak because she was too lightheaded, too crazed with lust. Reaching between their bodies, he aligned himself at her entrance. His cockhead was thick, bulbous, pressed snuggly to her opening, and she parted her lips. She thought he would ease their suffering and just shove right into her, but instead he pushed the head in slowly, continuing the same momentum until his length was fully inside of her. Her pussy stretched around his girth, and it made the whole situation hotter when he placed his hands by her head, lifted up slightly, and stared at where their bodies were connected.

“Your cunt is stretched so wide around me, baby.” The sight of him closing his eyes, of his biceps shaking from the force it was taking him to go slowly, had her lifting up her hips and causing another inch to slip into her. He growled low and snapped his eyes open. “Christ, baby, don’t fucking do that or I won’t be able to control myself.” He growled low. “You’re playing with the devil, and it is taking a hell of a lot of control for me not to fuck you like some kind of wild beast.”

Panting from the anticipation and trepidation of allowing herself to fall for this hardened biker, she said, “I want you to be an animal with me, Demon.”

Right before her eyes he seemed to snap, seemed to just detach from everything around them. He pulled out of her, and when the head was lodged in her entrance he shoved back into her so fast and hard tears of pleasure/pain filled her. She bowed her back and shifted up the bed from his forcefulness. This was what she wanted, though, what she had asked for.

“Are you ready for me?”

“God, yes, Demon,” she breathed out. Closing her eyes and baring her throat, she parted her lips, sucked in a breath, and held on as he really fucked her. Demon’s hips slammed so hard against her that sparks of intense pleasure rocketed through her clit. She kept moving up the bed, and so he placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her stationary.

“So. Fucking. Good,” he seemed to roar out. She forced her eyes open to watch the ecstasy morph her biker’s face. His muscles straining and tensing, his hips thrusting back and forth, and the gruff, almost unnatural sounds coming from him were an auditory and visual orgasm for her. Her pleasure came on strong and hard, stealing her voice and her vision as it claimed her.

Demon stared in
lust at his woman. Her breasts bounced from the force of his thrusting, and she was screaming out as she came.

“Oh God. It hurts so good.” She moaned, but he wasn’t nearly finished with her yet, not even close.