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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,