by Jenika Snow
“Baby, you do not look hideous. You’re beautiful.”
“I’ve got a mask over my nose, Steel.”
“When did you get so vain?” He was laid on the bed with one arm behind his back. She crawled beside him, lying with her arm over his waist, being gentle as she placed her face next to his.
“Since there is a club full of hot, sexy, young women with perfect bodies and flawless skin without the broken nose to keep you company.” She stroked the tips of her fingers across the expanse of his chest.
“Baby, they could be fucking porn stars, princesses, or the sexiest women in the world down there and they wouldn’t hold a candle to you.”
“Why?” she asked, getting a thrill at his words.
“Because I know you want me as much as I want you. You’re the other half of me, Eloise. I love you and when I love someone, I don’t step out on them. I’m yours.”
He rolled over so they were facing each other. She tensed as he reached out to run a finger down her nose. “This was broken, but it shows me that you’re a fighter, Eloise. To be my woman, my old lady, you’ve got to be a fighter. This world isn’t for everyone, but Demon and Joker have both found women to complete them.” He took her hand, pressing it over his heart. “You’re in here. I’ve never met a woman like you.”
“Damn, Steel, I didn’t know you could be so romantic.”
“And you’ve got the best, tightest pussy and ass I’ve ever been inside. There really isn’t another like it.”
She slapped his chest. “Now there’s the Steel I know and love.” She smiled at him as her pussy pulsed recalling how amazing it could be between them. “You’ve not bruised me in a long time,” she said, remembering their play before she went into the hospital. He’d been brilliant at using his belt on her. She wanted it again, begged for it, needed it, like it was her way of breathing.
“Eloise, baby, you’re bruised enough already at the moment. I’m not going to be putting any new marks on you until I know every mark was made by me and not that fucker.”
His fist tensed where it lay on the bed between them. Licking her dry lips, she placed her hand over his. “Okay, I’m sorry.”
“I wish he was alive so I could kill him again.”
She chuckled. “I know I shouldn’t be laughing, but you can’t think like that, Steel.”
“He hurt you and I want to kill the fucker all over again.”
“I don’t want you to kill him all over again. Once was enough.” She knew deep down in her heart she should be terrified of Steel. He’d killed Hanson without blinking an eye. Since her release from the hospital, she’d heard several of the men at the club talking about it. Steel hadn’t been nice in his torture methods. Hanson had been a mess, so bad that no one would even recognize him if they tried to get a positive ID, which they’d never do. The Soldiers of Wrath MC never left anything open to chance. They all cleaned up loose ends. Markam’s now belonged to the club, and they organized the staff along with the business side of things. That was where she worked, no longer at the club. She didn’t want to know how they got Hanson to sign over the deeds, she was only grateful that they had.
As far as everyone knew, Hanson had gone on an extended vacation, skipping town without taking care of anything else.
“You’re not running away screaming.”
“I’m not as weak as you think I am,” she said.
“I killed a man.”
“I doubt he’s the first man you killed.” She raised a brow at him. “Steel, I’ve spent my whole life being afraid of what I needed, what I wanted. Since I’ve found you, you’ve given me more than you’ll ever know. I love you. I knew from the start an MC wasn’t about fairytales or princesses. You’re my dark prince and you’re hard as steel. I get where your name has come from. I’m not afraid of you. You’d never hurt me unless I wanted you to.”
He cupped her face, caressing over her bottom lip with his thumb. “And you wonder why I’d happily be with you than some of those whores downstairs. There could never be enough of them to satisfy me, Eloise.”
“There you go with the charm,” she smiled at him.
“I don’t give a shit about your broken nose or you bruises. They only serve to remind me how close I came to nearly losing you.” He leaned in close, brushing his lips against hers. “I’m not going to make that same mistake again.”
“It wasn’t your mistake. This is what I’m talking about, Steel. You can’t keep blaming yourself when something bad happens. This wasn’t your fault and you’ve got to stop this.”
He left the bed, and she frowned as she watched him go to a drawer at the far end of the room.
“What are you doing?” she asked, sitting up.
“My brothers think it’s too soon but I know a good thing when I’ve got it. I’m never going to give you up.”
She continued to frown as he came toward her, putting his hands behind his back.
“I’m a little nervous here.”
“I’ve beat your ass with my belt, bruised, and played with you, and yet you’re nervous about this.” He brought his hand between them. There in his palm lay a deep blue velvet box.
“Steel, what is that?”
“Eloise, will you be my wife,” he said.
Her heart pounded inside her chest as she stared back at him. “You’re proposing to me?”
“Yes. There’s no other woman in the world I want more than you. I promise to be faithful to you, loyal, and to love you forever. What do you say?” he asked.
This man never failed to surprise her. He knew what to say and do to make her feel like the most special woman in the world.
“Yes, yes, yes.” She wrapped her arms around him, slamming her body against his. “I love you, Steel. I want to be yours. All yours.”
He held her tightly, stroking her hair.
“Good, because even if you said no, I had plans to make you agree to be my wife.” He pulled back, dropping his lips against hers.
Eloise melted against him, loving the feel of his arms around him.
“Come on, let’s go tell the guys the good news.” He took her hand ,leading her downstairs.
“Another brother bites the dust,” Shakes said as Steel leaned against the bar. He watched Eloise show off her ring to Deanna, Amy, and a couple of the club whores who were actually nice. The smile on her face was worth every second of pain he’d been through to get to her. She was his soul mate, the love of his life.
“Do you have any regrets?” Joker asked.
“Regrets about what?”
“Asking her to marry you?”
“No. I love her and I’m man enough to admit it.”
“The whores are going to be mourning your loss, but I’m sure the prospects will more than make up for it,” Demon said, taking a long pull on his beer.
“I can’t believe we’re standing here now with three of us already settled down.”
Steel glanced over at Shakes. Something twisted in his gut as he stared at the other brother. He was going to bring some problems to the club. Steel wasn’t a fool. Something was going on between him and Daniella. He didn’t know what, but he hoped the brother knew what he was doing.
Eloise walked toward him, swaying her hips. Even with the white plaster over her nose, she was the sexiest woman in the world to him.
“Do you want to back out?” she asked, showing him the ring.
“No, I don’t want to back out. I know what I want.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She was his, and he looked forward to the moment he owned her in the eyes of the law.
She pressed her lips against to his.
“When do you want to get married?” he asked.
“As soon as possible.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you to change your mind.” She smiled, cupping his cheeks. “I want to own you like you own me.”
And that was why he wanted her to himself. Eloise was the one woman who completed him. He
didn’t give a shit about the club whores waiting around. She was the only woman for him. The only woman he wanted to sink his cock into and put his baby inside of.
Banding his arm around her, he held her close, knowing he’d never let her go.
Chapter 18
Their happily ever after
They’d left the BBQ that had been thrown at the Soldiers compound just twenty minutes ago. He wanted his woman to himself, wanted to be able to show her that although she was healed, maybe even still healing inside, she was all he wanted.
She’d moved into his place, and he liked having her around, loved it, in fact. She was everything he’d ever hoped of finding in an old lady, everything he thought he’d never find. Steel had never seen himself settling down and honestly hadn’t wanted to. He’d liked fucking, liked the fact there were no strings attached, he could come and go from bitches’ beds as he pleased. But all that had changed when he’d met Eloise and fully claimed her. She was sweet and gentle, but also so damn strong it made him proud to have her by his side.
He stared at her as she took off her cardigan and tossed it over the edge of the chair in the living room. She wore this short as fuck dress, but had on these black stretch pants that stopped at her calves. Damn, she was fine piece of ass, and all his.
The dominant side in him rose as he saw the light bruises that marred her upper arms. He remembered when he gave her those, remembered when he’d held her down, fucked her until she’d drifted off, a smile on her face, and the sweet scent of her release coming from her. He loved giving her the pain as much as watching her come around him.
“Look at me.” He said in a deep, stoic voice.
She turned around, her eyes widening slightly, and then she started breathing heavily.
“Get undressed for me.” He wanted her now.
For a second she didn’t move, just stared at him, her desire clear.
“You are here for my pleasure, solely to make me happy,” that was true to an extent, but he also was here for her pleasure. When she was totally nude, standing before him in all her nude, curvy glory, he reached down and adjusted his hard cock. “Go to the room and get into position.” He knew she was aware of what he spoke of. He watched her walk away, loved how her ass slightly bounced as she moved away.
Once she was in their room, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He stroked himself, imagining her waiting for him, standing in position, and needing him just as badly as he needed her.
When he made his way into the room, he had to stop in the doorway and stare at her. She stood before him naked and looking so fucking beautiful that he was starving for her. He pulled his belt free from the loops of his jeans and kept tightening his hold on it. The images of bringing the smooth leather down across her ass and the back of her thighs had his cock throbbing.
“Turn around and press your chest to the wall.” Their room was set up for the things they liked to do sexually, and he was about to experience Nirvana with his woman, about to give Eloise the pleasure and pain she craved. Even from a distance, he saw the way her pulse beat wildly at the base of her throat, and he wanted to kiss and lick at her flesh, to feel the beat of that fear and anticipation under his tongue.
Steel watched her turn and make her way toward the wall. Her ass was lush and round, and the globes moved seductively as she walked. When he saw the side of her breast press against the wall, flatten slightly and her skin pucker up because no doubt it was chilled, he moved closer to her. Above her was a pulley system, a device he’d installed after she’d moved in. It was something for them to play with, something that he could restrain her fully and give her the pain she desired.
A cord adjusted the height that he wanted her to be presented to him. Moving it so that the leather straps that would hold her in place for him were lowered, he heard her quick gasp as she glanced up and saw what he was doing.
“God, yes,” she moaned.
“You won’t be saying that when I’m done,” he grinned, and although he said that, he knew she’d enjoy it exponentially. She was a slut for the pain only he could give her, a fiend for his hand, belt, or mouth on her flesh, bruising her up nice and good.
He took her hands and lifted them up so he could attach the leather around them. He took a step to the side, adjusted the height, so she was forced to rise up on her toes to keep her balance, and then he secured it so that she stayed in that position. Steel moved back so he could look at her.
Because she was on her toes, her entire body was stretched long, and all he could think about was running his tongue along every inch of her, slapping that ass of hers, and letting her see the marks he gave her when it was all said and done.
He let the belt unravel from his hand and took a step toward her. Steel pulled his arm back and brought the strip of leather forward, right across her ass. The sound of it hitting her flesh, and then her gasp of pain, had him closing his eyes and groaning in pleasure. He was a sadist for her pain, loved giving her what she wanted. The red line instantly popped out along her creamy flesh, and his cock jerked forward at the sight. He used his other hand and grabbed himself, stroked his dick, and tightened his hold on his erection.
Steel brought the leather down across her ass once more, and she cried out, her head tilting back. He moved to the side so he could see her face and saw her eyes close and a tear slide down her cheek. He knew her crying was because she liked it, wanted more of the pain that brought her pleasure.
He gave her a moment to breathe through the pain, but he also knew she was aroused, saw the way she clenched her thighs together, and he was anxious to give her more. “I love the way your skin becomes red when the leather hits your ass, baby.” He moved closer to her and smoothed his hand across the two lines along her ass. Her flesh was hot and slightly raised where the belt had struck. As much as he knew that it had probably hurt like a bitch, he could practically smell the arousal coming from her.
Steel tossed the belt aside, got on his haunches, grabbed her cheeks, and pulled them apart. “Open your legs wide, Eloise baby. I want to see the pussy that belongs to me.”
She complied instantly, and he curled his fingers into the flesh of her ass.
“That’s it, baby.” The scent of her arousal slammed into him. He stared at the sight of her slit, glistening with her cream that he’d brought out of her. Steel leaned down and ran his tongue down her cleft, pressing the muscle to the tiny opening of her pussy. Over and over, he swirled it around her hole, licking and swallowing her juices, and needing more. He forced himself to back off or he wouldn’t be able to stop.
Moving back once again, he liked how she kept her legs open, loved the fact that her back was arched as she popped her ass out. He would give her more, so much more until she was blind from the lust for her need for pain. Her eyes were still closed, her lips parted, and she seemed almost drugged. Good, because he wanted her to enjoy this as much as he was.
“God, I love you so much, Steel.”
And he loved her so fucking much he was blind with it. He brought the belt across the back of her legs this time. He brought the belt across her thighs again, and then her ass. Then Steel found himself staring at her flesh as it turned a vibrant red. “Does this make you feel good, Eloise?” Sweat beaded his brow as he continued to whip her repeatedly until she was crying harder, begging for more.
“It’s so good, Steel. You know it’s so good.”
He tossed the belt aside and stared at the work he had done. Her entire ass and the back of her thighs were red, and he even saw some bruises starting to form. He was on his knees behind her a second later, smoothing his hands up and down her hot flesh, kissing the marks, his marks, and loving that she was his. Steel had his hands on either side of her legs as he licked, nipped, and kissed her raised skin.
He was drunk for her, so aroused his dick was about to burst from his desire. All he could think about was the way the belt had sounded as it hit her flesh.
“You’re mine, baby, all m
ine, and that will never change.”
“Yes, Steel,” she moaned.
He ran his tongue along her pussy, sucked her clit into his mouth until she was grinding her cunt on his face, and then flattened his tongue and slid it up to the tight hole between the firm mounds of her bottom. He stood and lowered the pulley so he could unhook her from her bounds. Eloise sagged against his arms once he had her unrestrained. Steel held her for a few seconds, smoothed his hand over her hair, then lifted her easily and carried her to the bed.
“I love you, Eloise,” he set her on the mattress and let her lay back. Her face was red, slightly sweaty, and he loved the glow that came from her.
“I love you,” she said softly, almost inaudibly.
This was what he wanted, what he only ever wanted. She was his old lady, his woman, and the only female he’d ever want until he took his last breath. How in the hell had he become such a lucky motherfucker?
She smiled, reached up, and smoothed her hands along his chest. He still had his shirt on, but he knew she could feel his heart beating.
“Say you’re mine.” She’d said it before, but Steel wanted to hear it, needed to.
“I’m yours, Steel, and I don’t ever want to be anyone else’s.”
And then he leaned down and kissed her, about to claim his woman in the way that she needed.
DEMON: THE SOLDIERS OF WRATH
Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
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Published by Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
Copyright © January 2015 by Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
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First E-book Publication: January 2015