by Jenika Snow
Edited by Kasi Alexander
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The Soldiers of Wrath MC is a vicious, heartless motorcycle club. They have no regrets about any of the violent things they do in life. It’s how they survive, how they keep the club and all the patches safe.
Enjoy this snippet of life of Deanna and Demon from Owned by the Bastard.
Chapter 1
Deanna sat on the bed, waiting for Demon to come to his room. It was late; they’d just had a huge party to celebrate Steel and Eloise’s engagement. They were getting married in a few months. The club was growing fast, and the men were falling more and more for women other than the club whores. She didn’t mind the club whores, but she didn’t like them being around Demon. It only reminded her of what he used to do before he’d met her.
She stood and moved toward the small vanity, needing to busy herself. Reaching for the brush, she started to work it through the knots. She cried out, startled, just as Demon walked through the door.
“Hey, baby.”
“I’ve been attacked by the hair monster,” she pouted and he simply chuckled. Something was clearly bothering him as he sat on the edge of the bed, tugging off his shoes.
“What’s up?” he said.
“Nothing, just thinking.”
“The club was celebrating tonight and you’re just thinking? I don’t get it; something’s bugging you.” He released a sigh.
Placing the brush on the bed, she crawled across the bed and wrapped her arms around him. “Talk to me, baby. Don’t leave me in the dark.”
Demon grabbed her hands, pressing a kiss before resting them back on his chest.
“Shakes is worrying me.”
“Because of Daniella?”
He rubbed at his temples. “I’ve just got a feeling he’s going to cause me a headache with that girl.”
“You don’t think he’s going to make a move and claim her as his own, do you?”
“I wish I knew the fucking answer to that. I’m in the dark on it all.” He turned, kissing her lips. “I’m sorry, baby. I don’t want to worry you.”
“I’m not worried.” Great, she really wanted to talk to him about something that had actually been worrying her. Now wasn’t a great time, but she couldn’t keep on waiting. “Actually, there’s something I want to talk to you about,” she said, biting her lip the moment the words slipped out of her mouth.
“What’s going on? What’s wrong?”
“Have you ever thought about living somewhere other than the clubhouse?” she asked, trying to find out if he had a plan for the future.
“Do you have a problem living here? I know some women can’t handle—” Pressing her fingers to his lips, she shook her head.
“I love living at the club and being with you. I don’t have a problem being your old lady or anything else to do with the club.” This wasn’t going well for her. “I was, uhm, just wondering what you thought about expanding our little twosome.”
“You want me to share you with another guy?” he said with hardness in his voice.
“No, no, no.” She sat back on her heels, getting angry with herself. “No.”
“I’m tired, Deanna; I’m not in the mood for cryptic.”
“I’m pregnant,” she said, spitting out the words. She had wanted to go the romantic route, talking about babies and cribs, strollers and rattles. Instead, she had to be blunt.
This club, as much as she loved it, wasn’t a place for a baby. The Soldiers of Wrath MC would accept her and the baby, that wasn’t a worry, but she wasn’t going to live in the clubhouse with a newborn baby, cramping the members’ style, and living in this atmosphere. There was only going to be so much diaper changing and screaming that anyone could take.
“You’re pregnant?”
“Yes, I got it confirmed earlier today, and I’ve been wondering at the best way to tell you. I guess I didn’t really know how to pick the right moment.” She shrugged, staring down at her hands.
“We’re pregnant,” he said in almost disbelief.
She glanced up in time to see him running his fingers through his hair. “Yes, we’re pregnant, which happens when two people have sex without condoms or the pill.”
She hadn’t expected balloons, but the sudden silence that descended on them was unnerving.
“Are you happy?”
“I don’t know what I am at the moment.”
Tears filled her eyes, and she really wanted to leave then. “I didn’t plan this.”
“With everything that is going on, we don’t have time for a baby. Shit. Shakes is causing me shit because of Daniella, and Joker’s having to take on the kills that Zeke asks him to carry out. Wherever I look, everything is turning to shit, Deanna.”
“This isn’t my fault,” she said, climbing off the bed. “I’m not the one who forgot the condom. Guess what, hotshot, you stick your dick in a pussy without a condom, it’s likely to come back nine months later, kicking and screaming. I’m not going to have an abortion, or give my kid up, and I’m not raising it here.”
She stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door closed. Sitting on the toilet, she listened to Demon curse, followed by him knocking on the door.
“I’m sorry, De, come on out and we’ll talk about this.”
“I’m not ready to come and talk to you. I don’t even like you at the moment. Stay away from me.”
She folded her arms over her chest, trying to hug herself. In her mind, she figured he’d be jumping up and down for joy, not using other members of the club as an excuse. Lifting her knees to her chest, she listened to him talking.
“De, open the door. Let me hold you,” he said softer this time.
“No.”
“You can’t stay angry at me forever, De. Open the door. Let’s talk about this.”
“You want to talk about the fact I’ve got your kid inside me? Or do you want to talk about trying to get rid of it.”
“I just want to fucking hold you, Deanna. We’ll deal with our kid soon, not tonight.”
She shook her head, hating him even more. What made it worse for her was the fact she loved him so damn much that it hurt.
“I can break down this fucking door, De.”
“Then do it. Make a damn mess and you’ll only have to fix it in the morning. Besides, in order to hold me, you need me to want to be held. I don’t see that happening. I can hold myself fine without you.”
The moment he kicked down the door, showing off how alpha he was, she’d be smitten, and there would be no chance of making him wait, she knew this.
Taking a breath, she stared around the bathroom, defeated. She wanted Demon’s arms around her, not her own.
Opening the door, she found him sitting on the bed staring at her.
All it took was him opening his arms, and she ran to him. She wanted this baby, but it didn’t stop her from being absolutely terrified.
Chapter 2
Demon had fucked up; he knew that. He shouldn’t have reacted the way he had, but hearing her say she was pregnant had shocked him, stunned the hell out of him.
“Please, baby, please let me in.” He rested his forehead against the door, braced his hands on the frame, and breathed out. Shit, he was going to be a father; a fucking dad and he didn’t even know how to react properly when his old lady told him she was carrying his kid.
Second ticked by and he returned to the bed before
he finally heard the lock disengaging. The door swung open and he held out his arms. Deanna had red-rimmed eyes, but it didn’t look like she’d been crying. Good, because he couldn’t have handled himself if he’d been the one that made her cry.
“I’m sorry, baby. You just took me by surprise. I didn’t know how to react at first.” He scrubbed a hand over his face as she ran into his arms. He breathed out and waited for her to say something, anything. The silence stretched between them as he pulled her closer, unable to hold onto his control and restraint anymore. She molded into him, rested her head on his chest, and he loved that she trusted him even though he was being a motherfucker.
“I’m scared about this, too, Demon.”
He ran his hand over her back and kissed the top of her head.
“There isn’t anything to be worried about, baby.” He cupped the side of her face, knowing that he was a bastard in all ways. However, when it came to this woman, he was so fucking head over heels, so damn obsessed and possessive of her that he’d die if she weren’t in his life.
She pulled back and looked at his face. “Aren’t you afraid of what this means, how this will affect our lives? Aren’t you afraid of how we are going to be as parents, how we—”
He kissed her, stopped her from talking anymore. “We aren’t going to worry about the what ifs, Deanna. We are only going to worry about the here and now.” He murmured against her lips, and then kissed her hard, thoroughly, and didn’t stop until she was pressing against him, begging for more. That’s what he wanted from her. Demon wanted her to stop worrying, and just focus on what was happening now. “You’re going to be a great mother, and I’m going to try my hardest to be a good fucking father, De.”
She chuckled softly, but it wasn’t one filled with amusement; it seemed a little tight and tense. “I hope you’re right because I am so scared.”
He kissed her forehead and exhaled. “That’s normal. I’m scared, too, but I know that we are going to make kickass parents.” He smiled and loved when her face lit up. He leaned her back over his arm, pushed her shirt up, and kissed her belly. She gasped, and he smiled. “I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of, little guy.”
“You’re so sure it’s a boy?” She said with a smile in her voice.
“If it is, I’ll make him the toughest little boy around, and if it’s a girl, she’ll be my little princess.” He took her face in his hands and kissed her so deep, so long, there wasn’t any question as to what he wanted.
Before either of them could say anything, he had her undressed. He stood up and took off all his clothes. Then he was back to the bed and back on her. There wasn’t going to be a lot of foreplay; he wasn’t going to play around with this. He needed to be inside his woman, and he needed to do it now.
He placed his cock at her entrance, thrust into her in one move, and groaned deeply. The wet, hot flesh of Deanna’s pussy sucked at the head of his cock. He gritted his teeth as he pulled out, then fed her more of his shaft. She felt incredibly good, so good that he feared he’d come before they even got started. When he looked at her, he saw a look of uninhibited desire reflected back at him. Her eyes were glossy, her hair mussed, and her lush, ruby-red mouth was parted in pleasure. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock, and he snapped his jaw closed.
God, she feels so fucking incredible.
“That’s it, baby, take me all the way.” Breathing out the words, he continued to shove his shaft into her until the feel of his balls brushing against the curve of her ass had him halting. Another squeeze of her inner muscles had him gripping her thighs and groaning. “You’re so hot and tight.” Demon closed his eyes because he just didn’t have the strength to keep them open. He could smell her sweet arousal and hear the little sounds of need she made. “I’m going to take care of you and take care of our baby, De.”
“Demon,” she sighed.
Bracing his knees apart and pushing her legs as wide as they’d go, he pulled out slowly, feeling every ripple of her body contracting around him. When just the tip remained at her entrance, he pushed back in, agonizingly slow. The restraint it was taking him to go slow, to give her time to adjust to his body penetrating hers, was enough to make him go mad. He liked it rough and hard, took what he wanted because that’s what his woman wanted, but right now, he wanted it this way. He wanted to show Deanna that she was his, and their baby would be taken care of above all else.
When he felt her body become wetter, more responsive, he picked up his speed. His strokes were languid at first, but when he peeled his eyes open and stared down at her, splayed out before him like an offering, he moved faster, became more frantic.
Her breasts were beautiful, full and tipped with rose-colored nipples. The tissue was tight, pointing straight up as if seeking his mouth. He wanted to draw them into his mouth, suck on them until she came from that act alone. His imagination spurred him on and he found himself pushing into her with faster, harder strokes. Deanna didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, she urged him to give her more by clamping down on his dick with her cunt, and moaning out for more. Her breasts swayed with his thrusting, and her creamy skin became flushed. Already, her eyes were half-lidded, and when he saw them start to close, he slowed.
“Look at me, Deanna, baby. Watch me as I take you.” When she opened her eyes and looked at him, he rewarded her by moving faster once again. “Touch your breasts for me.” She was beautiful, inside and out, and she was so damn strong. She’d give him a strong child, and together, along with the club, they’d raise their son or daughter to be all they could. Had he’d ever thought he’d be a father? No. But now that he was going to be one, and his woman, his love, was going to be the mother, all else faded except that.
She brought her slender hands up to cup her breasts. Fuck. The sight had his orgasm approaching like a freight train.
“You’re mine, De.”
“Yes,” she moaned as she cupped her tits harder, rubbing her fingers over the tight nipples. “I’m so close.” Her eyes were wide as she said it. He needed to hear her cry out his name, needed to feel her pussy clench around him, milking his shaft until he came inside of her.
Throwing his hips at her harder, faster, he felt sweat slowly trickle down his spine. He slid his hand down her belly, over her defined hips, and ran his thumb along her swollen clit. Just that small touch had her back arching and her thighs clamping tightly around him, and he knew she was coming hard.
“Oh, God,” she cried out.
He didn’t relent on rubbing her clit or pumping his cock into her. Her flesh rippled around him and he groaned as his climax approached.
“Deanna, baby…” Rubbing her clit faster and adding a little more pressure, he pumped his cock into her once, twice, and stilled on the third. “Ah…Christ.” He came so hard he couldn’t breathe. The world around him faded just as he felt Deanna orgasm again. Her hands gripped his forearms. Her nails biting into his flesh made him growl in approval. “Yes.” Hissing under his breath, he heaved and collapsed on her, making sure to brace his weight on his elbows.
Heavy pants came from her and breezed against his neck. “God, baby. That was…” Could he even find words to describe that?
“Intense.”
He chuckled at her breathless response. “Yeah, really fucking intense and unexpected.” Kissing her temple, he pulled out of her with a wince, looked down at her pussy, and loved that his spunk trailed out of her and made a wet spot on the mattress. He should have cleaned her up, but the filthy part of him liked watching his cum cover her pussy, soaking the sheets, all because he’d marked her.
She turned her head and stared at him, a small smile on her face.
Holy fuck. Does this woman know she can bring me to my very knees?
Silence descended on them, and he didn’t break it. It was comforting just lying beside her, holding her, looking at her, knowing she was right here with him. He let his eyes travel down her body and stopped when he got to her belly. He thought about their child gr
owing in there, about the tiny life they’d created. He’d never been one to think about life in that way, but he didn’t have a choice now, and he fucking loved that thought.
Demon lifted his hand, not being able to stop himself from running his fingers over the underside of one of the soft mounds of her breasts and lower still until he got to her belly. A smile touched her lips and a hum of approval left her.
“You like that, baby?”
Her lips lifted in a smile.
“I like everything you do to me.”
He grew bolder at her statement. Cupping her breast, he loved how the full weight felt in his palm, and fucking loved that as her pregnancy progressed, her breasts would get bigger. A thumb brushing along the turgid peak, he watched in awe as it tightened up further, the color deepening.
“That feels good, Demon.”
“Yeah, it does.” His mouth watered at the sight and he leaned in, lowering his mouth over the tip, and sucking it in deep. Her skin tasted slightly salty from their fucking, and that was exactly what they’d done right now. It had been a spur of moment, full of emotion session. “I could take you again, Deanna. Right now.” No doubt she was sore, but to his surprise, she purred and her smile became seductive.
The very thought that she would let him inside her body again had him painfully aroused, but he wasn’t going to take her again. Right now, he was just going to hold her.
She opened her eyes and stared at him, and he saw this openness to her right now. Deanna was a strong woman, always had been.
“You make me feel…vulnerable.” Spoken softly, her words held so much emotion it was as if she had shouted them. Damn, now Demon was feeling pretty fucking sentimental right now.
“If only you knew what you do to me, baby, what I’d do for you.” Demon was used to being this hard ass biker, dealing out violence and menace because that’s how he ensured his club stayed safe. However, when he was with his woman, and only when he was with Deanna, did he let this softer side of him emerge. There was no way he could ever ignore what she brought out in him. A fierce and raw hunger for her made him mindless, made him willing to kill a man for even looking at her.