The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Complete Series

by Jenika Snow

  Leaving their clubhouse, he climbed into his car.

  “They’re going to try and kill you,” his driver and guard Nigel said.

  “They can try and they’re going to fail, just like all the rest.” Everyone failed because they weren’t prepared to risk everything they loved. Zeke had an army of deranged killers, even mercenaries, men that had nothing to lose, on his payroll.

  Zeke had kept Daniella away from him so that he could take the risks, and not put her in danger. When he saw Daniella, he wasn’t going to hurt her. He’d never hurt her. She needed to know the world was dangerous, and acting rebellious wouldn’t fly with him, not in this situation. He’d protect her until he took his last dying breath.

  What if she loved Shakes?

  He wasn’t going to allow himself to think about that. Love didn’t come into their world. It never would.

  Chapter 5

  It had been hours since they’d been at the motel, and although Shakes had said he wouldn’t fuck her at this nasty fucking place, she was feeling this heat inside of her that wouldn’t lessen. They’d showered separately, and right now Shakes was on the chair in the corner, facing the door, a gun in his lap, and the TV on but muted. He had his head back against the wall, his finger running over the butt of the gun, and although she was exhausted, and had to assume he was as well, she couldn’t sleep.

  After her father called and she’d shut her phone off, the mood had been broken. However, she was still aroused, still thinking about being with Shakes despite his words that he wouldn’t take her here.

  He stared at her, his eyes half-lidded, his entire composure controlled. He was shirtless, and his jeans were unbuttoned. God, his body was so powerfully built, so hard and muscular, and the tattoos that lined his skin had her even more turned on. She was going to do something she had never done before: just take what she wanted and worry about everything else later.

  Daniella sat on the bed, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might very well burst right through her chest. This was the most spontaneous and illogical thing she had ever contemplated. Seducing Shakes when his life was in danger because of what they felt, wanting to have sex with him when they should be staying alert, probably wasn’t very smart. But she couldn’t help what she wanted and needed right now. She wanted him to hold her, to tell her things would be okay. She wanted him to tell her that things weren’t as bad as they really were, even if it wasn’t quite true right now.

  She’d always played it safe, well, as safe as one could be given that her father was one of the most feared men in the city and surrounding area. It tended to make life difficult for her.

  “You’re looking at me like you want something, Daniella,” he said in his deep, gritty voice.

  She swallowed, rubbed her hands on her thighs, and exhaled. Feeling her courage bounce back and forth like a Ping-Pong balls, she used every ounce of strength and grabbed it. “I do want something.”

  He lifted a dark brow. He hadn’t shaved in the last twenty-four hours, and his scruff made him look sexier, dangerous even. “And what’s that, baby?”

  Her throat tightened, her tongue swelled, and her heart raced. “You, Shakes, I want you.”

  He slowly stood, placed the gun on the bedside table—still within reach, but now his hands were free to do…whatever he wanted. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asked slowly, almost menacingly. “I told you I wouldn’t take you here, that our first time wouldn’t be in a hovel.”

  Because her life had been so lock and key, and because her father had his men keeping tabs on her, it hadn’t given Daniella a lot of time to actually be with a guy in many ways. She was a virgin; and she wanted Shakes in every way possible. Even though she was a virgin, it didn’t mean she was a prude; it didn’t mean she hadn’t ever kissed a guy, or done other illicit things. She’d never really been touched by a man. Her father had been so tight on the security since he came back in her life that stolen moments with guys had been fleeting. She wasn’t a child anymore, wanted this, and why in the hell shouldn’t she get what she wanted for once?

  “I want you anyway, everyway, and right now. I don’t care where we are, Shakes.”

  He smirked, but it looked sinister, calculating almost. “I should say no and deny your gorgeous ass, but I’m too damn selfish for that.” He took a step closer. “Feet flat on the bed, and spread your legs so I can see your pussy, Daniella. I want to see the pussy that belongs to me.” Shakes’ voice was deep, low, and there was a bit of something not quite civil about the tone.

  This very submissive need inside of her to do exactly what he said, when he said it, rode her hard, and she found herself doing what he asked without question. Daniella had never been the one to submit so easily, but with Shakes, she wanted to, she wanted to be with him, and to say fuck it all. She’d found herself doing a lot of things she never thought she would do.

  She lay back on the bed, her heart thundering, her palms sweating, and her pussy so wet her panties were soaked. When her feet were on the bed, she glanced down and watched as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down his legs. This seemed like it was going so fast, but God she wasn’t going to stop it.

  Daniella looked at his cock, at the long length, the thick girth. Damn, he was impressive. He stroked himself from root to tip, not caring that she watched, that he was being crude in the most delicious of ways. He was a big man, hard and muscular, and he was well over a foot taller than she was. Daniella had never been a small woman and had always had curves and been on the thicker side, geeky and even awkward. She loved her body, though, and she knew Shakes did as well.

  “You want me to fuck you?”

  She nodded. Yes, she did, she really did.

  “And that pussy’s a virgin, isn’t it, baby?”

  She licked her lips and nodded again.

  “That pussy is mine, only mine, and it will be forever, Daniella.” He kicked off his jeans. “Take the panties off, and spread your legs for me. Let me see that cherry.”

  Oh. My. God.

  “Come on, baby girl. I am barely holding on as it is, and I need you to give me this.” He started stroking himself harder and faster, and when she looked down at his shaft she was surprised to see he was so excited for her a drop of clear fluid dotted the tip of his cock. He then spread his palm over the crest and used his pre-cum as lubrication.

  She looked back at his face and saw that his pupils were completely dilated and eating up the light blue irises. He looked like a demon ready to take control of her, ready to make her submit no matter what. But God, Daniella wanted that, wanted him to take possession of her in a way that she had never experienced.

  She quickly got her panties off. Spreading her thighs as wide as they could go, she felt her labia part, felt her entire being become exposed to him. The lighting in the room wasn’t the best. It was bright, almost obtrusive, and no doubt showed every single “flaw” she had. But Shakes looked at her like he had never seen a more attractive woman, like she really was his. That had a surge of power moving through her. An obscene amount of wetness came from her, and she felt it slip down the crease of her ass the longer he stared between her thighs.

  “Fuck, you have no idea how you look to me right now, and how gorgeous you are to me,” he said as he continued to stare at her pussy and stroke his cock. “The things I want to do to you are so fucked up they’d scare you if I said them out loud.”

  His words had her breathing harder and faster, had her chest rising and falling as she tried to suck in more air.

  He slowly moved his gaze up her body until he was looking in her face again. “I want you in every way, want to claim you, own you, make sure you know that there is no other man that will ever fucking touch you.”

  Ludicrous. Insane. Crazy.

  All of those meant the same thing, yet they all three filled her in different ways and described this situation.

  He took step closer, and this low, guttural sound left him. “Touch your cunt
for me. Touch that virgin pussy and tell me know how good it feels.”

  That term for one of her body parts might have offended her on another occasion, but the way he said it made her feel heated, pliant, and so ready to have him shove that huge cock deep inside of her.

  Sliding her hand down her belly, she didn’t stop until she slipped her fingers between her slick folds. Daniella had touched herself plenty of times, but never in front of a man. The bottom of her hand brushed along her clit, and a gasp of pleasure left her.

  “Fuck yourself with those fingers, and make yourself come for me.” Shakes looked so tense, and his muscles strained under his inked skin.

  Daniella was on the verge of coming right now just at hearing his demands, and that startled her. But her pussy was so soaked that when she did slide her middle finger inside of her opening, she had to bite her lip to keep herself from coming. “God, I’m so wet for you.”

  He groaned deeply, and it sounded more animalistic than human.

  She wanted to get off with him in her, pounding that hard rod deep inside of her pussy until he couldn’t go any further. She was a virgin, and she hated that fact right now.

  “Fuck yourself with them, Daniella.” He sounded breathless in a purely masculine way.

  God, he had a sadistic streak to him, because this was pure torture. Daniella started sliding her finger in and out of her pussy; she was so wet it moved easily. For a solid minute he just watched as she pleasured herself, and it was taking every ounce of her self-control not to just let go until the pleasure consumed her. If he didn’t take her now she wasn’t going to be able to last, but before she could tell him that, or even beg him to fuck her, which she was on the verge of doing, he let go of his dick.

  “I want to be gentle for your first time, need to be gentle, but dammit I can barely control myself.” He moved closer still. “And I sure as hell don’t want to fuck you in this motel room—”

  “I just want you. Stop thinking about where we are, and just focus on what we could be doing right now.”

  For a moment he didn’t move; she didn’t think he even breathed as he watched her. He grabbed his wallet out of his pants on the floor, grabbed a condom, and then she was the one staring at him, holding her breath, and surprised she was actually doing this.

  Chapter 6

  Zeke slammed his car into the driveway of his home, angrier than hell. The Soldiers of Wrath would protect Shakes, and he didn’t want that dead bastard protected. Once inside he walked into his study and poured himself a generous shot of whiskey. This was his good stuff, as well. He wasn’t in the mood for shit.

  “Daniel!” He shouted, waiting for the man he was looking for to come into his office.

  “What’s up, boss?” Daniel asked.

  Out of all of his men, Daniel was the best tracker, and he was fucking loyal. Right now, Zeke needed loyalty. He wanted his daughter back.

  Throughout his life, he’d done a lot of bad shit. He’d lied, cheated, and fought his way to the top, but he’d loved his daughter. Daniella was going to have a better life, even if he had to kill every fucking person who was in his way.

  “You know what’s going on?” Zeke asked, taking a sip of his whiskey.

  “I heard Daniella has run off with Shakes.”

  “I don’t give a fuck what my daughter has done. I want her found safely.” He took another swallow of whiskey. Zeke had protected his daughter to the point that she had slipped through his fingers. He wouldn’t allow her to get away from him again.

  “What about Shakes?” Daniel asked.

  “Make sure he’s alive when he comes to me. I want to take that fucker out myself.” Zeke thought about driving his blade through the man’s throat. He’d love any chance to get his hands on Shakes. Zeke had seen the way the fucker had looked at Daniella. His daughter had a unique kind of beauty about her.

  There was innocence in Daniella, a yearning for life that anyone saw when they looked into her eyes. She was a rare jewel to fuckers like him or Shakes. He loved his daughter, and in time she’d be married to a good man who’d move heaven and earth for her. Not some biker who’d cheat on her the moment there was a new bit of fluff on the block.

  “If Daniella is hurt in any way, I will kill every person you fucking care about, and laugh while I do it,” he threatened.

  “I will make sure she isn’t harmed.”

  “Good.” He watched as Daniel left his office.

  Demon was a trusted man, a good man, but he wouldn’t just hand Shakes over to him. Even Zeke wouldn’t hand a man over to be slaughtered.

  The Soldiers of Wrath MC held his respect; it’s why he went out of his way to work with them. Joker was indispensable. That man had a talent for fucking things up that Zeke wanted him to. There wasn’t any way he was ever going to get to sleep tonight. He needed Bella to come to him. Pulling out his cell phone, he messaged the woman who liked to take exactly what he liked to give. Once the text had been sent, and he’d received the response he was waiting for, he took a seat. Staring at his cell, he dialed Daniella’s number, while pouring himself another shot of whiskey.

  It went straight to voicemail.

  “Hi, this is Dani’s phone, let me know what you want after the ……”

  He disconnected the call. Listening to her voice was driving him crazy. Shakes was a crazy person. He hoped to hell the biker had feelings for Daniella, and didn’t intend to actually fucking kill her. If anything happened to her, he’d tear the entire fucking world apart to get his revenge.

  “Boss, Bella’s here,” one of his guards said.

  “Send her in, and stay the fuck out.”

  Zeke never took her to his bedroom. His office was exactly where he wanted to be. It was the one room that had everything he needed.

  “Hello, Sir,” Bella said, going to her knees before him.

  “Have you missed me, Bella?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He pushed the robe she wore off her shoulders. She was naked like he’d demanded she be when he texted her. This woman was in her late thirties, and she was a pain slut. When he’d gotten his fix, Bella would leave his house with the necessary payment to keep her happy. He couldn’t stand the bitch for anything else.

  “Stand up.”

  She stood; her eyes were still downcast.

  Sliding his fingers into her pussy, he felt her wetness seep through his fingers, coating them with her cream.

  “That’s my little, slut. You know who is master, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She’d learned the hard way to never call him by his name.

  Standing up, he gripped the back of her neck harshly, and shoved her over the arm of his sofa.

  Bella didn’t make a sound, and when he touched her pussy, she was wetter than a moment ago. She loved a little more pain, taking her pleasure by the lash of a whip.

  “Do you want my belt?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir. I need your belt.”

  Grabbing her hands in his, he placed them at the base of her back, harshly, and firmly so that she couldn’t move.

  Keeping her in place, he removed his belt, tugging it out of the loop. Her pants grew deeper and even with him holding her tightly, she wriggled, trying to get closer to him. Not every woman wanted the kind of pain he could deliver, but Bella loved what he gave.

  Looping the belt, he held it firmly and brought the leather down on her ass. He never used the metal buckle. Zeke loved dishing out pain, but he also liked his woman to want it. When he was done giving Bella what she needed, he was going to fuck her so damn hard, she was going to come screaming.

  Over and over again, he brought the belt down on her ass. Within minutes her ass was a glowing red, with welts appearing. Her cream was sliding down her thighs, she was that wet. From the sound of her pants, she was close to orgasm.

  Zeke wasn’t done yet. He was nowhere near sated with the burning lust that was fueling him.

  Releasing her hands, he dropped
the belt, before removing his cock from his pants.

  Gripping her hair, he moved her around so that she was now facing him. She knew exactly what he liked, and she opened her mouth, taking the length even as he slammed to the back of her throat. She didn’t once gag on him, or try to fight him.

  Bella was a slut to the core, a huge earner at one of the clubs he owned. She loved sex, relished the pain that some of her clients liked to dish out.

  In truth, she was his favorite as well. He just couldn’t stand to be around her for long periods as the only thing he wanted from her was either her pussy, ass, or mouth. He wasn’t interested in anything else.

  Over and over he thrust his dick into her mouth. Her saliva coated his cock, getting him nice and wet. Only when he was ready to take her did he roughly move her toward the desk. Pressing her onto the flat surface, he gripped his cock, keeping his fingers wrapped in her hair. He stared at her pussy, but knew it wasn’t what he wanted. Zeke wanted in her ass.

  She’d slicked his dick up enough that when he pressed against her ass, only the slightest resistance hindered his path.

  “Please, Sir, please, I’ve been a bad girl,” she said, trying to coax him to take her roughly.

  This wasn’t about what Bella wanted, this was about what he wanted, and right now all he wanted, was to fuck, to lose himself in a woman he didn’t give a fuck about.

  Slamming into her harshly, he pushed to the hilt within her ass. She screamed out in pleasure and pain. He closed his eyes, basking in the sounds she made. Her ass was tight and she gripped his cock delightfully.

  Pulling out of her, he kept hold of her, keeping her steady as he began to slam into her ass, over and over again. Her screams turned to deep moans, and he stared down at where her ass opened up around his cock.

  Zeke wouldn’t last. It had been too damn long since he’d been with a woman. Business was always getting in the way. Delving his hand between her thighs, he teased her clit, waiting for Bella to come before he found his own release, filling her ass with his jets of cum.