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

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