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by Jenika Snow




  King

  The Soldiers of Wrath: Grit Chapter

  Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

  KING (The Soldiers if Wrath: Grit Chapter)

  Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

  http://www.CrescentSnowPublishing.com

  Published by Crescent Snow Publishing

  Copyright © April 2016 by Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

  Digital Edition

  First E-book Publication: April 2016

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  King (The Soldiers of Wrath: Grit Chapter, #2)

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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Epilogue

  Out Now

  Derek

  Charlotte

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  Other titles by Crescent Snow Publishing

  Beautiful Torment

  Book 1: Zeke’s Rule

  Club Corruption

  Book 1: Corruption

  Book 2: Bound

  Taboo Shorts

  Book 1: Teacher’s Pet

  Book 2: Player

  Book 3: Cherry

  Book 4: Taboo

  The Soldiers of Wrath MC

  Book 1: Owned by the Bastard

  Book 2: Bent, Not Broken

  Book 3: Hard As Steel

  The Soldiers Bonus Story (free story available on CSP website)

  Book 4: Dead Bastard

  Boxed set (books 1-3+ bonus story)

  Book 4.5: Ruin and Rise

  Book 5: The Way I Like It

  The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter

  Book 1: Beast

  Book 2: King

  Coming soon

  Owned (Club Corruption, 3)

  His Darkest Secret: 2015

  Lost In You (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, 6)

  All or Nothin’ (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, 6.5: Bonus Book)

  Cocky (A Taboo Short)

  King has always lived his life the way he saw fit and didn’t care what anyone thought. Women were just a passing hobby to waste time and warm his bed. Being the VP of the Soldiers of Wrath Grit Chapter meant he had other responsibilities and priorities besides taking up with an old lady. But then Clara came into town and something shifted in him. For the first time in his life he felt possessive and territorial of a female. It felt damn good, but it also messed with his head, especially when she claims to want nothing more from him aside from the monster he’s packing behind his fly.

  Clara won’t ever settle down, and no man will ever own her. Visiting a friend in Grit, she discovers King, a man who refuses to back down. All she wants is to have some fun and to save enough money to move onto the next town, the next adventure. Every time she tries to get away, King is there, giving her a reason to stay. What will she do when King makes her realize she’s falling in love? Can she trust him with her heart? What happens when she does try to run?

  Chapter One

  King stared at the club whore sucking his cock, and he gripped her head, forcing her to take every single inch of him. He held onto her hair, making her take him to the back of her throat. She relaxed, accepting him. Using her mouth as a cunt, he fucked her lips, not caring as saliva dripped down the length of his dick, coating his balls. They were behind the clubhouse in Grit. They had just come back from another gun run, and the party was in full swing.

  He’d grabbed the first woman he’d seen naked and had started to fuck her face. This whore knew what to do with her mouth, and he was more than happy to fill it with his spunk. Once he was done with her mouth, he was going to go and grab himself a beer.

  “Fuck, baby, that’s right, suck my dick, swallow it down.” He pumped into her mouth, not caring about being gentle as she took all of him. Closing his eyes, he fucked her hard, and his balls tightened. Spilling his cum into her mouth, King smirked as the bitch swallowed and gagged. They were all greedy bitches, and that was exactly why he loved club whores.

  There was not a single woman in the club that didn’t want to spread their legs for them. They fucking loved getting cock, and he and his club brothers were more than ready to give them all the dick they could handle.

  Once she was done, King tucked himself back in his pants and walked away.

  “What about me?” the bitch asked.

  He didn’t even know her name, nor did he care to. “Fuck no. Take care of yourself.”

  Grim and Reaper were laughing as he walked past them.

  “What the fuck are you laughing at?” King asked.

  “You’ve just won me a hundred bucks,” Reaper said, holding his hand out to Grim.

  “Fucker! Why couldn’t you just give her an orgasm?” Grim asked, handing the money over to his friend.

  “You bet on me?” he asked.

  “You’re the one brother who is known to leave the women begging for a big fat O.” Reaper chuckled. “And I’m always profiting from it.”

  “Why can’t you just finger them?” Grim asked. “The past month I’ve lost over a thousand dollars because of you.”

  Grim stormed off.

  “They’re not our women.”

  “Have you heard the way Bridget is howling because of Beast?”

  He had heard the woman that Beast had claimed as his old lady a couple of months ago. She wasn’t exactly quiet when she came. There were moments in the middle of the night when he was lying on his bed, and he’d hear the echo of her pleasure through the walls of the clubhouse. That was the hardest.

  Beast looked so damn happy with himself and had been since Bridget was in his life. King had never thought of a woman making a guy happy. He’d seen couples during his many travels, and he found most relationships lacking.

  “I’m not the bitch’s boyfriend,” he said, storming into the clubhouse. He was now pissed off, and he didn’t understand it. The orgasm that he had just experienced no longer relaxed him.

  Slamming his hand down on the bar, he ordered a beer. Glancing out at the room, he watched the party going on. Men and women wrapped around each other, fucking and having fun. In the corner, he saw Beast had Bridget pinned against the wall.

  Taking the bottle, he drank down nearly half before turning his attention back to the bar.

  Payne took a seat beside him with a blonde bitch on his arm. “I heard Grim got rich again because of you.”

  “It’s no one’s fucking business but mine.”

  His
Prez smirked, dipping his hand between the woman’s thighs that stood beside him. “You just don’t understand how to stroke a woman. Take Vicky here.” Prez lifted up her skirt. “Her pussy is all nice and wet and ready for cock, but there’s a way to make her do whatever the hell I want.” King sat down, figuring he may enjoy the show. Payne was known for playing with his women. “Open your thighs, baby.”

  Vicky spread her legs, and King caught sight of her naked, wet cunt.

  Payne stroked over her clit and started to nibble on Vicky’s neck. King watched as she closed her eyes, reaching to grab Payne’s cock and start to rub his dick. “You see, King, the reason you want to learn to give a woman what she needs, you get so much better from her. Vicky’s going to get wetter, her cunt softer, and she’s going to ride my cock just so she can get a second orgasm.” Payne slid a finger inside her, and King’s cock twitched as the woman started getting off on it. He pulled his fingers from her pussy, teasing her clit, then sliding back down to enter two fingers this time. Vicky moaned, rocking on Payne’s fingers. She also had her hand inside Payne’s pants and was working over his cock.

  “Please, Payne, please,” Vicky said, begging.

  “What you’re doing by ignoring the women’s needs, King, is failing yourself. You’re not getting the chance to know what a nice warm cunt really feels like.” Payne wasn’t done there. He pulled Vicky off him, and there at the bar, Payne removed his pants, tore into a condom, and placed the latex over his dick. He grabbed Vicky and slowly lowered her over his large cock. King swallowed more of his beer as he watched Vicky’s face become a mask of ecstasy. When Payne was seated deep inside her, he went back to stroking Vicky’s clit. “Now is where teasing a woman really works out well for us. Look at her, King, look at how she’s riding my dick and loving every second of it.”

  King watched as Payne fucked Vicky in front of him. He saw the way Vicky was riding Payne, giving herself over to the pleasure that their Prez was giving to her. King knew most of the club whores wanted Payne’s attention, as he was known for being one of the best in bed.

  When Vicky screamed her release, the room erupted.

  Payne didn’t stop, he kept on fucking her, and only when she came twice more did he let her go.

  “That’s how it’s done,” Payne said, picking Vicky up and walking away with his cock still covered with the used condom.

  Clara stared at the clubhouse and sighed. Vicky had invited her to their party, and she couldn’t believe she was even here. Stepping up to the front door, she noticed two men were leaned against the wall, smoking and getting their dicks sucked by scantily-clad women at the same time. They were smiling and laughing as if they weren’t getting blow jobs.

  Shaking her head, she made her way toward the front door, but when one of the men shouted at her, she turned toward them.

  “What are you doing here?” the one on the right asked.

  “I was invited. It’s a club party, right?”

  “Who invited you?” This came from the one on the left.

  “Vicky. She’s a club girl.” She didn’t feel comfortable referring to her friend as a club whore even though Vicky didn’t mind. When she last talked to Vicky, her friend had been so excited as she caught the eye of the club Prez, which was some big deal apparently. From the way Vicky sounded it was like she’d been picked to fuck a movie star or something.

  “Grim,” the one on the left said.

  “Excuse me?” Clara said.

  “That’s my name. This is Reaper,” Grim said, pointing to the other man.

  “Am I not allowed in the club?” she asked.

  “Are you part of any other club?” Reaper asked.

  “No. I’m just a friend of Vicky’s. I don’t live in Grit, though. I’m just passing through. I’m at the hotel just off the main road. Vicky said it would be fine for me to stop here.”

  Both men pushed the women off their dicks and tucked themselves away. “We’ll show you in.”

  She frowned at how excited the men seemed to be, and she wasn’t just talking about their dicks. They moved to her sides, both of them wrapping an arm around her back. Neither of them frightened her as she had a feeling they were up to something that had nothing to do with her. But it was a little awkward the way they were so forward.

  They entered the clubhouse and she wasn’t surprised by the state of undress and fucking that was going on. She’d been travelling a lot the past five years, and she’d seen a hell of a lot more than this debauchery. Clara wasn’t a prude by any means.

  “What the fuck are you two doing now?” A large man stood up from the bar. He looked pissed, and his hair was slicked back and fell to his neck.

  “She’s Vicky’s friend. We’re going to take her to see her.”

  “You know he doesn’t like being interrupted.”

  “Doesn’t matter. King, are you coming?”

  Before she could say anything, she was being led away toward the back of the clubhouse and up several flights of stairs. She didn’t put up a fight as she’d not even seen Vicky yet.

  “What’s your name?” the man they’d called King, asked.

  “Clara.”

  He grunted. “I’m King, and I’m sure you were already introduced to these two fuckers,” he said, pointing to Grim and Reaper.

  “He’s going to be so pissed.”

  “And it’s fucking funny,” Reaper said.

  “You two have a death wish,” King said.

  They came to a stop, and Clara rolled her eyes at the clear sound of Vicky in orgasm. She had heard it enough during their twenty-year friendship to know when Vicky was getting off. They had met when they were five years old and had only parted ways when they were twenty but stayed in touch. Clara had left to spread her wings, and Vicky stayed in Grit. Clara had no reason to settle down and stay in town, and so she went on the road, exploring everything that life had to offer.

  Without knocking, Grim opened the door, and Clara sighed. Vicky was on her hands and knees on the bed, and a very large, muscular man was fucking her from behind. This was not the first time she’d seen her friend in such a position.

  Folding her arms, she watched the man fucking Vicky. He glared at them before throwing a book that was on a shelf bedside him.

  “I’m not in the mood to be watched right now. Get the fuck out.”

  Vicky squealed, turned her head, and Clara laughed when she saw the recognition in her friend’s eyes.

  “Clara, you made it.”

  “You did tell me to be here by nine, and guess what, Vicky, it’s nine.” Clara tapped her watch.

  “Shit, sorry.” Vick tapped Payne’s thigh. “Payne, this is my friend, the one I was telling you about, Clara.”

  Payne had paused inside Vicky.

  “Hi, Payne,” Clara said.

  “Clara. We’re a little busy. You think you can keep yourself entertained?”

  “I certainly can,” Clara said. Before she walked away, she entered the room and went to her friend. It had been over a year since she’d seen Vicky.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Payne asked.

  She wrapped her arm around Vicky’s back, kissing her head. Strange as it was to do this right now, he’d seen Vicky in a hell of a lot of compromising positions. She didn’t care. Vicky, in turn hugged her back.

  “I missed you, honey,” Clara said.

  “I missed you too. You’re going to love it here.”

  “I can imagine.” Clara gave Payne a smile. “See you soon.” Clara left them alone and closed the door behind her.

  “Where the fuck did you come from?” Grim asked.

  “Nowhere.”

  “Oh fuck, will you marry me?” Reaper asked.

  “What’s the big deal?”

  This time King laughed. “Most of the women who encounter Payne find him scary as fuck. You walked right up to hug your friend. Never seen a woman do that shit.”

  Clara shrugged. “It has been too long since I saw Vicky. Now,
I’d love a drink.” She stretched her hands above her head, working out the kinks.

  She made her way toward the stairwell, and she heard the men follow her downstairs. The club wasn’t so bad. She’d seen far worse, and as she took a seat at the bar, Clara thought about staying in town for a little longer. She really did miss Vicky, and it had been too long since she’d had a good time.

  The Soldiers of Wrath: Grit Chapter, looked like they could be rather enjoyable, and right now, she could do with some easy laughter.

  Chapter Two

  “Girl, I am so happy you’re here,” Vicky yelled over the blare of music.

  Clara smiled and nodded. She leaned in, her beer in hand, the buzz moving through her pretty fiercely. “I know—me too. It’s been too long since we saw each other.”

  Vicky smiled. “Let’s not let so much time pass, okay?”

  Clara nodded.

  “Shot!” Vicky hollered out to the biker working behind the bar. He had tattoos lining his forearms, and she could even see ink coming up from the collar of his shirt and covering his neck.

  He set a bottle of whiskey in front of them and two shot glasses. It had been a while since Clara drank, but tonight she was going to party. The people in the club seemed as if they liked a good time, and that’s what Clara wanted tonight. She wanted to let loose, to just enjoy herself. She’d been traveling the country for the last few years, living off the money her parents had set aside for her, and the money she’d saved up over the years. Clara probably should have used it for college, but she figured she only lived once.

  Vicky handed her the filled shot glass, lifted hers up, and together clinked the glasses.

  “To having a killer fucking time,” Vicky shouted, and Clara grinned.

  She felt comfortable at the club, and how insane was that given the fact she’d just come here a couple of hours ago? She tossed back the shot, breathing through the burn of the liquor, and felt this tingling sensation on the back of her neck. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the biker named King staring at her, his focus intense, dark ... promising. Everything in Clara tightened, and she blindly reached for the bottle of alcohol, needing another shot. She couldn’t deny she hadn’t felt this electricity move through her when she first saw him. He was a huge man, tall and muscular, sporting tattoos over his arms and probably on every square inch of his body.

 

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