The Soldiers of Wrath MC 1 Owned by the Bastard by Sam Crescent, Jenika Snow

said, stepping back. Demon sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her. The sweats were the least attractive thing he’d ever seen and yet on her, they looked fucking hot.
    She fingered the edge of her shirt, staring back at him. “You want me naked?”
    “Yes. I want you naked and doing what I say.”
    He leaned one elbow on his knee as he rested his chin on his open palm. His cock was rock hard, begging to be inside her.
    Deanna licked her lips and he saw her hand shake as she started to lift the shirt up her body.
    She didn’t wear any bra and he grew more aroused as she revealed her creamy flesh to his gaze. The hard tips of her nipples called to him to suck. His mouth watered for a taste of her lush skin.
    No other woman called to him like this. He’d not liked to lick or kiss any woman. They were used goods, not good for anything other than to fuck. Demon wasn’t used to doing anything loving or nice. All he ever knew was the sheer force of fucking. The women he’d been with knew how to take his cock and accept it. He didn’t offer exclusive nor did he offer long term. If a woman wanted him then they had to handle the club, being passed from one man to another.
    He’d never settle down with an old lady but when he looked at Deanna, stared into her mesmerizing green eyes, he felt something stir within him. There was a sort of peace that settled over him. He wouldn’t ever grow bored with this fiery temptress. She’d keep him on his toes, making sure he didn’t stray. But he knew he’d never want another female, never desire anyone but Deanna again.
    They’d only fucked once and yet it was the best experience of his life.
    She dropped the sweat pants to the floor, and he simply stared at the sheer perfection of her body.
    “Open your legs,” he said, stroking his length through his jeans.
    Deanna spread her legs where she stood.
    “Thrust your cunt out and spread your lips. I want to see your pussy.” She did as he asked without question. The hard nub of her clit peeked out of the hood. She was soaking wet. He saw her cream glistening in the light of the bedroom. The scent of her arousal surrounded him. What little sense he had vanished. “Dip your finger inside and then bring it to me.”
    He opened his mouth as she presented her cream-slicked digit for him to suck. Running his tongue along her finger, he groaned at the explosion of her cream. She tasted so fucking sweet and clean. He liked the fact she was his. Deanna was all his to explore, to pleasure, to fuck, and he intended to make sure she didn’t want another man’s touch. The only touch she’d ever need or want is his.
    “Give me some more.”
    She dipped her finger back into her cunt, presenting it to him. He made her do this for five minutes. Each taste of her drove him to the edge of insanity.
    “Come here,” he said, when he couldn’t stand to simply taste her. He wanted inside that tight heat, to explore her body. She stepped closer and he opened his thighs to welcome her. Skimming the tips of his fingers over her skin, he caressed up and down her thighs. “You’re going to do exactly what I say, when I say it. You’re not going to argue with me, do you understand?”
    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