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

head, she stepped into the towel he offered her. He dried her body, carrying her through to the bedroom. Demon laid her on the bed and joined her.
    “I’m sorry,” she said.
    She turned onto her side so that she was facing him. The towel gave her a little dignity as she stared at him.
    “Why are you apologizing?”
    “You didn’t have to come and find me. He’d have killed me.”
    Demon stayed silent as she spoke but the moment tears filled her eyes, he started. “Why did you go back to him? He was a dangerous man.”
    “Mom told me to. Your parent isn’t supposed to hurt you.”
    “What did your mom ask you?” He reached out, pushing some of her damp hair off her cheek.
    “She asked me to keep an eye on him. Begged me to never turn my back on him. What kind of a father sells his daughter to pay for a debt?”
    “It’s not that unheard of, baby.”
    “I’ve never heard anything like it.” Her throat felt tight, like something was clogging it. Staring at Demon, she shook her head. “I didn’t want to be sold. I didn’t want to lose my future.”
    “You’re not going to.”
    “I won’t run again. I promise. I’m so sorry.”
    “Shh, baby. You don’t need to worry.”
    “I can’t believe he tried to kill me.” She buried her head against his chest, needing his warmth. There was nowhere else for her to go.
    “You can’t leave.”
    “I know,” she said. For some strange reason, she didn’t know why that comforted her.
    “No more leaving. You’ll do as you’re told.”
    “Yes.” She didn’t have anyone. Her father was dead, good riddance. Her mother was gone but thank God she didn’t have to see him at his lowest point. Closing her eyes, she listened to Demon’s heartbeat. The sound soothed her, comforted her, and made her feel safe. She’d not felt safe in so long.
    “I’m going to take care of you.”
    She murmured her agreement. He was so warm. Within minutes sleep claimed her.

T he feeling of hands skimming along her bare flesh had Deanna moaning slightly. The hands were big, warm, and there was a distinct pressure of ownership in the way she was being touched. She could have said she was dreaming, but even after she opened her eyes and stared at the still boarded up window, she knew she wasn’t. Demon was touching her like he owned her, like there wasn’t any part of her that wasn’t his. Maybe Deanna should have stopped him, should have said this was wrong, that she didn’t want it. But the truth was she did want it, desperately. She wanted to feel numbing pleasure that took away everything else, that made her life not matter at the moment. She wanted to feel him fucking her until she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, hell, couldn’t even move.
    “You’re awake,” Demon said huskily, softly, and continued to touch her. He moved his lips along the same path as his hands: over her shoulder, down her arm, and along her waist. It felt good not to think and just feel.
    She rolled over, lay on her back, but turned her head so she could see him. It was still dark outside, and she knew she hadn’t slept very long. “Be with me, Demon. Make me forget about everything except right here and now.”
    He groaned deeply, and didn’t waste any time in grabbing her chin in a bruising grip, tilting her head to the side, and latching his mouth on her throat. He sucked and licked at her while he continued to move his hand over her stomach, along her hip, and finally touched her pussy. She wore no clothing because she had only worn a towel after the shower. God, she was already wet, and if that wasn’t the sickest thing of it all, because of what she had been through, then she didn’t know what was. But it felt good, and right now that was all that mattered.
    He jerked her head back toward him and claimed her mouth. For several long seconds he didn’t do anything but kiss her, stroked her tongue with his, and rub his fingers through her pussy lips.
    “I couldn’t help but touch