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

at the back of his mind while he fucked her. He didn’t want anything to be between them when he was inside her body.
    He wanted to possess this woman and make it so the only thoughts she had were filled with him. Moving into the bathroom, he ran the tap, splashing some water onto his face. Demon wiped the droplets out of his eyes before staring back at his reflection. This is what his life had come to. There was a woman in his bed that meant more to him than any other woman. He didn’t want her servicing the other men in the club. The thought of Joker, Steel, or even Shakes touching her had him madder than hell.
    Grabbing a towel, he headed into the bedroom where Deanna was still asleep. She didn’t want to be part of the club life and yet that was all she’d get with him. He wouldn’t give the club up for anyone, not even Deanna.
    He wiped away his cum and made sure his touch was gentle so that she wasn’t in pain or woken up. It had been a long couple of days for her. When he cleaned away his cum, he grabbed his jeans, heading out of the room. This time he left his door unlocked. Something in his gut told him she wasn’t going to try to make a run for it again. She’d be in more danger out there alone than inside the clubhouse.
    Sexual moans filled the long corridor as he made his way past doors. A few doors were still open showing off the couples fucking inside. Deanna had drained all need from him. Moving past the rooms, he headed down to the bar where he found Joker, sipping at a glass of scotch.
    “Are you in a sharing mood?” Demon asked, pointing at the scotch.
    “Sure thing, brother.” Joker leaned over the counter, grabbing another glass and filling it to the brim with the alcohol. “To crazy-ass bitches and shit fucking luck,” Joker said, clinking their glasses together.
    Demon emptied his glass in several large gulps. Something had to be bothering Joker for him not to be using the shot glasses for scotch, but the full-sized ones.
    “Do you want to talk about it?” Demon asked.
    “Let’s start with the shit that went down tonight. Nothing will come back on the club. He had a shit load of debt with a lot of people. We won’t be touched.”
    “Good to know.” Demon didn’t expect anything else.
    “I’ve got to head out for a couple of days,” Joker said.
    Out of all of the men, Demon trusted Joker the most. The man had taken a bullet for him years ago when he didn’t need to. Joker had become one of his most trusted men, which was why he was the VP. He knew Joker would always have his back in a fight.
    “Why?”
    “Got shit to take care of. Proper shit.”
    “You’re not going anywhere until I know what’s going on. If it’s to do with the club then we’re going to have your back.” Demon pointed for him to pour more alcohol. He wanted to be good and drunk before he went back up to his room. The thought of sliding inside Deanna’s supple, pliant body was enough to make him ache. He needed to create some distance between them. Never in his life had he allowed a woman to have a hold on him. Deanna wouldn’t be the last woman he fucked. Demon paused as he thought about fucking another woman. The very idea made him feel sick. His cock, which had been hard at the thought of Deanna, went limp at the prospect of another woman.
    “It has nothing to do with the club. It’s personal shit.” Joker poured himself another shot, swallowing it back with one gulp before taking another. “The reason I’m letting you know is that I’m heading out tomorrow. I don’t know if I’ll be back for a couple of weeks.”
    “Personal shit?” Demon ran a finger over his lip. There was only one person he knew that would have Joker dropping all of his crap. “Amy?”
    “Yeah. Dad called me when I got back to the clubhouse. He needs me back at home. Amy’s mother Brenda was killed yesterday.” Joker slammed back another shot, staring down at the counter in front of them.
    “Fuck, man, I’m