Free The Way I Like It (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, #5) by Sam Crescent, Jenika Snow Page A

said anything about the cult-like atmosphere, and maybe he’d found out as much.
    It was hard being on her own, and the fear of all this newness, all of the strange happenings in the world, told her just how sheltered she’d been. In the couple of months she’d been away from her family, she’d realized they’d been so closed off to the world. Her life had been nothing but following the schedule her family set forth, being brought up to be the perfect, sub servant, and weak female her husband could control.
    For the next half an hour, she tried to focus on her closing duties, but she couldn’t help feeling Striker’s gaze as well. After her shift was over, she met him at the front of the diner. The restaurant was open twenty-four hours, and the later it got, the more the drunks, prostitutes, and drug dealers started coming in. She refused to work those hours, but the reality was she couldn’t be picky, not when she had nothing. If she wanted to survive, she’d had to make sacrifices.
    “All ready?” Striker asked in that deep voice that sent shivers throughout her whole body.
    Nodding, she adjusted her jacket and followed him to his waiting SUV. Once inside, she looked over at him, watched as his forearms and biceps flexed at just a slight movement, and felt her body heat. She might be a virgin, but she wasn’t dead or blind. Striker pushed all the right buttons for her, and knowing, or at least hoping, he was more of a dominant man, had images of what he could do to her filling her mind.
    “I have some things I want to talk to you about, Elena.”
    She swallowed, not knowing if his cryptic tone should worry her. “I need to talk to you, as well.”
    He looked over at her; she knew she needed to tell him about her virginity, about her dark desires, and ask him about the picture she’d found. She needed to know if he was into the same things she’d fantasized about. Elena just hoped she didn’t make a fool out of herself.

    S triker watched Elena walk into his place and then he shut the door. He needed to talk to her about her family, see if there were any other details she could give him, but he also needed to talk to her about personal shit. He needed to tell her about wanting her and claiming her as his old lady, about the desires he had, how they ran on the darker side. He needed to tell her a lot of shit that would probably frighten her and have her running in the other direction.
    Although he didn’t know if she was a virgin, he had a pretty damn good guess that she was. And because of that, he knew she probably didn’t know anything about BDSM, about submitting to a dominant man like him.
    He walked into the living room, but just stood there, obviously nevous. She was twisting her hands together, and he knew the sooner he got this over with the better. After he said what he needed to say, he’d take it from there based on her response.
    “Have a seat, Elena, and don’t look so worried.”
    Not until you’ve heard what I have to say.
    Once she was seated, he went into the kitchen, grabbed two glasses, and a bottle of whiskey. Striker moved back toward her, sat is ass on the coffee table facing her, and poured them both two fingers of the alcohol.
    “I’ve never had liquor before,” she said, taking the glass.
    “You might need it for what I’m going to tell you.”
    She licked her lips and nodded. He couldn’t help but smirk as she took a sip of the whiskey, her face turning red, and her voice sounding hoarse as she gasped.
    But Striker pushed his amusement away, because the sooner he got through this, the more time she’d have to process it all.
    “I want you as my old lady, Elena.”
    Her eyes widened a bit. “Your old lady?”
    He nodded. “Do you know what that means?”
    She looked down at her hands. “Not really, but,” she lifted her head and looked at him again, “I can guess.”
    “It means I want you as mine, only mine. No one else will touch you. You already have my