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

I look at that shit, and I know I can’t wait to see how this is going to go.”
    Demon took another inhale on his smoke. “I can tell you there’s only one way for it to end, with her beneath me, her cunt open and taking my cock.” In the recess of his mind, Demon wondered if he’d locked the bedroom door.

    Deanna stared up at the ceiling, surprised by how white it actually was. She expected the room to be in an awful state, as bikers never really gave a shit about being clean, or so the stereotype played through her mind. Titling her head to the side, she looked at the ceiling from all angles. She wondered what the other rooms were like.
    Don’t do it, Deanna. Don’t give in.
    She reached underneath her to touch her ass. The sting was no longer there, yet the memory of his hands on her body was. She’d never responded to any man like that. Biting her lip, she tried to contain the groan that was threatening to spill out. There was no way she should have been turned on by being spanked. Deanna knew deep down it wasn’t just about the spanking; it was the way Demon held her down, masterfully. She was losing her mind. Turning over on the bed, she stared at the bedroom door. He wouldn’t have left the door unlocked.
    With her reaction to him she needed to get away from him, far away. In fact, the further away she was, the better it would be for her. She didn’t want to respond to him in any way.
    Getting to her feet, she walked toward the window that was boarded up. She couldn’t see anything. Next, she walked across the bedroom to the bathroom. Deanna opened the door to gaze inside. This room had a smaller window. Even if she was a slender woman she wouldn’t make it through that tiny little hole.
    She walked toward the mirror to stare at her reflection. Her cheeks were flushed and she quickly splashed some water onto her skin. When that didn’t help to cool her down, she walked back into the bedroom.
    “What the hell,” she said, going to the bedroom door. She doubted it would work but she wasn’t going to not try it.
    Gripping the handle, she turned it.
    Her heart pounded inside her chest as the door clicked open.
    What?
    No, Demon wouldn’t have left the bedroom door unlocked. That would be giving her the chance to escape. This had to be some kind of trick to lure her into a false sense of security. It didn’t make any sense.
    She closed the door, taking a step back.
    What are you doing? Get your ass out of here.
    Licking her lips, she opened the door wider and glanced up and down the hall. The music coming from the main room could be heard throughout the whole house. No one was around. Leaving the bedroom, she closed the door behind her, being quiet.
    Deanna made her way down the long corridor, taking her time with each step. Each room she passed there were erotic sounds coming from inside. The biker club did nothing but have sex, or so it seemed. She hated it and would never give herself to the biker willingly, no matter what club Demon belonged to.
    On the way downstairs, she panicked. She didn’t know if she was going to get out of here alive.
    She thought about her father and her anger renewed. When she got her hands on him she was going to kill him.
    Running down the small flight of stairs, she turned left and then right, then froze. On her right was the front door. This wasn’t the door Demon had brought her through. Surely this wasn’t going to be her escape.
    Deanna jumped as she heard a couple walking downstairs. Without waiting to assess her situation, she dived for the door, opened it, and closed it behind her. When she opened her eyes, she gasped and laughed. Freedom was hers.
    The club had a long driveway, and it took her a moment to get to the road, but when she did she took off down the street, running as fast as she could go. She knew where she was going. Deanna had always been good at remembering directions, and she had watched where he had been going on the ride to his clubhouse. All