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

her out?
    Deanna wiped her tears away angrily, stared at the closed door, and promised herself she’d get out of here, and then get even. She’d make her father pay for being the shittiest fucking dad in the world, and make these bastards realize that she wasn’t this weak and timid wallflower. She’d give as good as she got, and they’d regret ever taking her in the first place.

D emon slammed his fist on the counter, needing another hit of something strong. He didn’t give a shit what it was so long as he got this desire under control. Her fighting him wasn’t going to help her any. He relished the fire, and it only made him want to tame her more. She was a wildcat. Demon liked that.
    The fire burning inside of her would help keep her alive in the club. The whores and the men would eat her up and spit her back out if she showed one sign of weakness. He didn’t need to worry about that, though. No, he needed to worry more about his dick staying intact than anything else.
    Running a hand down his face, he glanced out of the corner of his eye to see Joker join him.
    “She’s going to be a handful. Are you sure this is worth having her around?”
    Demon slammed the shot back, demanding another one from Chucks. The sound of moaning drew his attention across the room. Nerd had one of the club whores bent over the table. He was fucking her good and hard. Three men were already waiting to take Nerd’s position when he was finished. His club liked to share the club whores. The ones who had old ladies didn’t allow them at the club. What would Deanna be in the club? He’d taken her as payment, yet didn’t have the first clue as to what to do with her.
    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