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

self-disgust, and her hatred for the man named Demon and this fucking clubhouse grow to a breaking point. It had been hours since she had trashed this room. But she was alone, had picked up the mess just so she didn’t have to hear any more from that behemoth Demon. They had boarded up the window, but they had refused to let her to go outside, so her chance at leaving was squashed.
    It was already night and she was exhausted, but all she could think about was when the asshole had spanked her like she was a kid and needed to be punished for acting out. What the hell had he expected? Should she just roll over and accept it all? Deanna was not some shrinking violet, and she wasn’t a submissive that would just suck his dick whenever he snapped his fingers. But she hated herself for getting aroused when he spanked her. That wasn’t like her, and she wanted to curse herself out until she didn’t have a voice for how disgusted she was with her reaction.
    No, Deanna wasn’t about to let this bastard or his club take control of her. Even if she had to take them all out to make her escape possible she would. Because Deanna wasn’t going to let her father get away with this, or be the whore to a bunch of fucking bikers.

“H ave you tamed the beast?” Joker asked, smirking as Demon came downstairs. He’d been standing outside his bedroom waiting to see if she’d try anything funny. She clearly didn’t have a death wish, otherwise he’d be dealing with a dead body now rather than a drink. Although truth be told he didn’t want to harm her, and would never hurt her unless she compromised the club. The club didn’t willingly hurt women and children, but she was a liability, especially with her resistance, and her fierceness could put the club into shit they didn’t need to deal with. If he continued to let her get away with shit, he’d start to lose respect in the club. Joker had supervised her cleaning up the mess after he spanked her ass. He’d gone back up when it was all over to listen to see what she’d do. Deanna was the first woman to intrigue him like this. He didn’t like nor did he trust these feelings she kept inspiring.
    “Shut the fuck up.”
    He slung back a shot, waiting for Chucks to fill him another. All the time he stared at the ugly-assed prospect he couldn’t get the feel of Deanna’s body across his knees out of his mind. Slinging back the shot, he wiped his mouth, turning around to find Sarah making her way toward him. She was slender and he saw the outline of her hipbones above where her skirt fell. The skirt was too small, and the bikini top left nothing to the imagination. She looked dressed to fuck whereas Deanna looked dressed for business.
    If he didn’t get her out of his mind, he was going to lose it.
    “Hey, Demon. Do you want to finish off what we started?” She traced a finger along his stomach.
    When she’d been sucking his cock earlier he’d been so close to coming. Deanna stopped him with her shouts then the smashing of the window. He liked her spunk. Sarah did nothing for him. She had a nice, tight cunt, and was fucking easy. Demon didn’t need to fight with her to get what he wanted.
    “Not now,” he said.
    “Come on, Demon. I know you need some release.”
    He grabbed her hand when she went to grab his dick. “I said no. Step back before I hand you to one of the fucking prospects for the night.”
    Demon grabbed his refilled shot glass and made his way out of the clubhouse. He stopped at the same place where he’d gotten his dick sucked.
    Staring at the pile of crap the members had piled off to the side, Demon smirked. He didn’t think she had the guts to completely trash his room. His closet was useless. Some of his clothes had also been ruined in the process of her temper.
    “I know what that smile means,” Joker said, coming to stand beside him.
    “What does it mean?”
    “Deanna’s not going to know what’s coming to her. I almost feel sorry for her but then