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

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