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

and did the same with that. Once he was feeling good, the alcohol moving through his body, he turned and glanced at the doorway. She needed to be taught a lesson. He should have done it when he had her under him, and his hand down her pants. He’d never rape a woman, no matter how much of a criminal he was. This was about putting the little wildcat in her fucking place.
    He turned and stalked back into the bedroom. Joker stood by the wall, his arms crossed, the scar under his left eye more pronounced because of the scowl on his face as he watched Deanna. She was on her knees, picking up the broken pieces of furniture she had destroyed, and cursing every step of the way. She stopped, looked up at him, and glowered.
    “What? Come to harass me more, or maybe touch me without my consent?” she all but snarled out, like she was some kind of cornered feral animal ready to claw his eyes out. When he didn’t respond she smirked, actually fucking smirked like she thought it was funny or some shit. He grew so damn angry his blood felt like it was on fire. “That’s what I thought.” She chuckled in a sarcastic way now, went back to picking up the trash, and he looked at Joker. The biker shook his head as he stared at Deanna.
    “Joker, leave, and shut the door behind you,” he said in a low voice. The other member pushed off the wall, nodded toward Demon, and left them alone.
    Deanna stopped cleaning and stared up at him. She didn’t show any fear, but Demon saw the way her hands shook slightly, and the fact she was grinding her teeth, as if she wanted to curse him out some more.
    “Whatever you’re going to do, just fucking do it already,” she spat out, and he saw her reach for a piece of the end table she had broken. She hurled the leg at him, and he dodged it. The fucking thing missed him by an inch. He growled out low, watched as her face turned red and her eyes widened, and then he strode toward her. Without thinking, just taking action, he hauled her off the floor, moved toward the bed, and sat down. He turned her over so her belly was flat on his thighs, her legs hanging over the other side, and her ass in full display.
    His palm itched, and before he thought about it he brought it down on the big, fleshy mound of her right ass cheek. She squealed in outrage, kicked her legs out, and tried to get away. He placed a forearm on her lower back, kept her stationed, and spanked her over and over again. She was screaming at him, swearing all these impressive names at him, and then stated gasping out. He was relentless in his actions, spanking her like she had needed it done her entire life. And when she was breathing heavily, moving on his lap, his fucking cock jerked in response. He was getting hard watching his hand come down on her ass, and seeing the mounds shake from the force.
    “You asshole,” she breathed out, and for a second he wondered if this was arousing her. She had to be able to feel his dick hard beneath her belly, but she didn’t say anything.
    “You needed this, Deanna. You need to know who is in charge, and that continuing to act like a child in my damn clubhouse isn’t going to go over very well with me.” He spanked her once more, felt her dig her nails into his thighs, and then flipped her over. Demon stared at her face, saw her cheeks red, her lips parted and glossy, and her chest heaving. And her damn nipples were hard, poking through her shirt, teasing him with the idea that she was aroused by the punishment. Demon didn’t make it a secret he liked a little pain with his pleasure. And maybe Deanna was the perfect woman to give him that combination, and take a little agony and ecstasy for herself while with him?
    “You bastard,” Deanna said in a low voice, and the way she dipped her eyes to his mouth told him that she was fighting what this did to her. Well, she could fight all she wanted, because Demon wasn’t going to let this go.

    Deanna stared at the ceiling, feeling her anger, her