by Jenika Snow
The Way I Like It
The Soldiers of Wrath MC
Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
THE WAY I LIKE IT (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, 5)
Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
http://www.CrescentSnowPublishing.com
Published by Crescent Snow Publishing
Copyright © December 2015 by Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
Digital Edition
First E-book Publication: December 2015
Edited by Editing by Rebecca
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
The Way I Like It (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, #5)
Other titles by Crescent Snow Publishing
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
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
The End
Coming Soon
Coming January 5, 2016. Now on Pre-order!
Running from her old life, innocent Elena finds herself thrust into the world of alpha bikers, domination, and freedom. Controlled her whole life, she jumps head first into the safety Striker offers, and she doesn’t look back. When Striker realizes Elena is running from a twisted family and arranged marriage, he offers to help her. It isn’t about Striker being noble; he’s selfish and sees the natural submissive in her.
The Dom in him wants her in his bed, wants to control her in every way. As Elena realizes the kind of relationship Striker wants reaches out to the dark desires she has deep inside, she knows she wants to explore all he has to offer. Her feelings for him grow into something deeper, more intense, and Elena wants nothing more than to accept this new life with Striker, even if it’s totally foreign and frightens her.
When they find that her family is still after her, Striker and the Soldiers of Wrath MC, a group of dangerous and violent bikers, know they must protect her at all costs. Elena chooses to put her life in their hands. In the end, will Striker want more than just a willing submissive to warm his bed and sate his appetites?
Sam: As always, I want to thank all of our readers for their love and support. You make all of this possible. I love writing with you, Jenika, and thank you for inviting me on this crazy journey. Thank you to Rebecca for your constant help, advice, and amazing editing. You’re all amazing.
Jenika: I want to thank everyone for their support. Knowing you’re all here really means a lot to me. As always, I want to thank Sam for going on this crazy journey with me. We’re definitely a team! Thank you, Rebecca for helping us with this series and giving us your incredible input.
Other titles by Crescent Snow Publishing
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
Club Corruption
Corruption
Bound
Taboo Shorts
Teacher’s Pet
Player
Coming soon
His Darkest Secret
Cherry (Taboo Shorts)
Beast (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter): January 5, 2016
Chapter One
Striker stared around Dominion, and for the first time since he’d been coming to the club, he was bored. He looked across the club and nothing inspired him. Zeke was nowhere to be found, and he imagined he was with Alessandria. Ever since that fucker had gone and fallen in love, he was rarely seen at the club.
“Can I help you, baby?”
He turned to see one of the waitresses standing by his table.
“No, babe. I’m good.”
Why had he come here? He couldn’t find any kind of release, nor would it ease the darkness within his soul.
Taking a sip of the strong whiskey, he stood and made his way toward the private backrooms where the real action was displayed. He held his drink tightly against him and entered one of the rooms that had a glass similar to an interrogation rooms where he was able to observe, but those being observed didn’t know he was there.
Two men stood on either side of a woman, one fucking her ass, the other her mouth. From what he saw of her body, she was covered in red welts.
Saliva dripped down her chin, and the guy who was taking her ass was slick with her cream. The sight was dirty, raw, and damn fucking sexy. His cock stayed flaccid. He loved it when a woman accepted a good fucking and relished the feel of a man’s cock inside her body, no matter what hole he used.
It had been a long time since he’d fucked a woman who wanted to take it without getting paid first. He wasn’t an idiot, and he knew the women at Zeke’s club were not just there because they wanted to; they were paid to be there. When they came onto him, and accepted his dick, it was a pay day to them.
He stared at the woman getting fucked by the two men in the other room, and he knew she wasn’t there just for money. She belonged to the two men who were claiming her.
What the fuck was happening to him? He was turning into some kind of pussy, and it fucking annoyed him. More and more men from the Soldiers of Wrath were finding their soul mates, and he wasn’t talking all hearts and flowers; they really were. Demon had Deanna, Joker claimed Amy, and even that fucker Steel had a woman, Eloise. Shakes and Daniella were together, against all the odds. Zeke had been determined to kill Shakes for taking his only daughter.
Everyone around him was proving that happiness could be found, but he knew there was no happiness for a sick, sadistic bastard like him.
Drinking the last of his whiskey, he suddenly lost his appetite for fucking, and for being at Dominion. Exiting the private room, he placed the glass on a waitresses serving tray, and made his way out of the back of the club. He wasn’t in the mood anymore.
As he stepped out of the club, Zeke and Alessandria were arriving. Striker wasn’t surprised as he watched Zeke open the door and help Alessandria out of the car. Zeke didn’t stop there, he placed his hand on her hip, holding her as they moved toward the entrance that was also Striker’s exit.
“You’re leaving?” Zeke asked, making his way toward him.
“It’s not my scene right now.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and stared at the two.
“Not your scene?”
“I’ve got to head out.” Nodding at both Zeke and Alessandria, he made his way toward the bike he’d parked in an alleyway. Climbing on, he fired up the engine and took off toward the Soldiers of Wrath clubhouse. Even riding his bike didn’t release any of the tension building within him. He was damn bored with everything.
Life was just a straight line, no happiness or love, and just plain old crap day in, and day out.
The ride was over before it even began, and he parked his bike along with the rest of his brothers. Climbing off, he ran fingers through his hair, and simply stared around at the one place he belonged.
Fuck, what was going on with him?
He was turning into some kind of pussy, thinking about where he belonged.
“What brings you back to the club so early?” Weasel asked. The brother was smoking a joint and getting his dick sucked by a club whore.
“I’ve got nowhere else to be.”
Weasel glanced down at the dyed blonde’s head. “You can have a go after me, if you want? We’re filling her up with cum and making her all kinds of nasty.”
“It’s hard to fill her up with cum when you’re always bagging your dick.”
Weasel placed the joint between his lips and wrapped her hair around his fist. He tugged her head off and slammed into her mouth. “I’m not bagged right now, and she’s going to swallow every single drop. She’s already sucked four of the brothers. I wonder how long it will be before she’s full with our cum. Wonder if it’s fattening or laced with calories.”
“You’re fucking nasty.”
“Nasty for a nasty bitch who loves cock.”
Striker didn’t stick around. He wasn’t interested in the club whore at Weasel’s feet. Entering the clubhouse, he saw several guys fucking, drinking, or playing cards. Overall, the night was quiet, and not much was happening, nothing wild anyway.
Taking a seat at the bar, he saw Nerd was working through his little puzzle book. The guy was obsessed with his puzzles and always trying to work some shit out. He was a full nerd, and Striker imagined him being a little teacher’s pet in high school, always with his hand in the air.
Nerd might be into puzzles and books, but he was a mean ass motherfucker who was as vicious as they came. The books he’d read over the years had given him a hard stomach.
“You’re home early,” Nerd said, without looking up from his puzzle.
“Are you turning into a fucking woman?”
Nerd laughed. “I thought you’d be at Dominion. You’ve got your needs.”
“I’ve got a problem with it.”
“Geez, man, whatever.” Nerd held his hands up, and Striker shook his head.
“Sorry, I’m just not in a good place right now.”
“We all know what that feels like. Shit has been moving slowly around here. I almost miss getting my ass shot at. And I’ve got such a nice ass.”
“Fuck off, Nerd.”
“Come on, you know you want to take a nice bite out of my ass.”
Rolling his eyes, Striker took the beer that one of the club whores gave him. He couldn’t remember her name. They all seemed to blend together.
Elena stared at her reflection in the mirror. She stood alone in the bathroom the staff was allowed to use. The diner was busy, but her shift wasn’t due to start for another ten minutes. She’d come to work thirty minutes early, that’s how boring her life was right now. All she wanted to do was work, sleep, and perhaps study. She was taking night classes since her family wouldn’t pay the money for her to go away to college.
She no longer lived with her parents; they wanted her to be a good little wife who married a man of their choice. Her dreams didn’t seem important to them. No matter how hard Elena tried, she couldn’t force herself to fall for a man she didn’t know, didn’t like, and was twenty years older.
Her mother and father actually believed she would be suited to have a man who could tame her wild ways.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, she turned away from the mirror.
None of her answers were ever going to come from staring in a mirror. Entering the main diner, she grabbed her notepad, and started taking orders. She had two shifts today, the morning run, which ended at twelve, and then she was back at six, where she’d stay until two in the early hours of the morning.
Annie and Sasha gave her a smile. They were the two other waitresses who’d taught her how to wait tables and deal with difficult customers. In a way, those two women were her friends.
It was pitiful, nineteen years old, and she had two friends, but then her life hadn’t been conducive to building relationships. Her parents home schooled her for the most of her life, and she’d never been good at making friends with new people.
One day, she was going to leave all of this behind and live her life to the fullest. Until she did, she had bills to pay as she tried to make her way without her parents. She could do it; she was determined to succeed.
Chapter Two
Striker slammed his dick into the club whore and spanked her ass repeatedly. She cried out beneath him, but he wasn’t feeling it. Hell, he couldn’t even keep his dick hard. He’d managed to stay away from Dominion, and he was losing his fucking mind. He couldn’t handle not going and delivering the pain he gave to the submissive women, but he didn’t want the club to know where he was going to get that release, no matter what Nerd had said about them being okay with it.
Fuck, it was all fucked up.
He needed to give pain, and he needed a woman to want that pain and enjoy it because it gave her pleasure to make him happy.
Pulling out of the faceless whore, he tore off the condom and told her to get the fuck out of his room.
“What did I do wrong?”
He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Just get the fuck out.”
“Come on, Striker; I want your dick.”
He was annoyed with himself, his life, his desires, and especially with her for pushing him right now. “Your pussy is too damn big. Stay off the brothers and tighten yourself up.” He heard her gasp and didn’t care. Picking up his jeans, he tugged on a shirt, left his room, and the club. He ignored the calls of the brothers and kept making his way toward his bike.
Fresh air and a ride would clear his mind; maybe it would help him to deal with whatever shit was going on in his head.
He rode around town for an hour, and the whole time, he kept going back to the same old problems. Striker should tell Demon more about his needs, his cravings, and that if he didn’t go back soon, it was going to drive him crazy. Maybe the prez wouldn’t even give a shit? He’d lose his shit, be too strung out, and that wasn’t safe for him or the club.
When hunger finally got the better of him, he pulled into the parking lot of a small diner. Dismounting his Harley, he made his way into the restaurant. There were only a couple of people eating, and he took a seat in the back.
Minding his own business, Striker picked up the menu and looked it over.
“Hi there, is there anything I can get you to drink to start off?” a sweet voice said, invading his solitude and his frustration.
Looking up, he stared into the most beautiful green eyes he’d ever seen. Her raven hair cascaded around her shoulders, and he didn’t know what to say.
For a moment, he couldn’t speak; he didn’t know what it was about her that caused this tightness in his body and made it stand at attention. There was an air of vulnerability, an innocence, and a timid demeanor. It called to the Dom in him, the male that wanted to protect her. The sensation to do that was so sudden, so powerful, that he felt his heart pick up speed, felt his palms start to sweat, and grew even more annoyed with himself.
Was he that hard up for a little D/s action, for a scene to help him relax and let off the steam inside of him that he was resorting to wanting random women, including his waitress?
&n
bsp; Get yourself together.
“Sir?”
He knew she was being polite in using that term, but fucking hell, hearing her say it, knowing that it was one of the titles he used a Dom, had Striker instantly getting wood. He shifted on the seat, tried to act like he wasn’t affected, but shit, he hadn’t felt this kind of arousal, not even at Dominion. It was misplaced for sure, but undeniable.
“Um,” she looked a little nervous and started biting her lip. Striker couldn’t help but watch the act. And when she looked over her shoulder, her shirt becoming snug around her chest, her white bra visible through her equally white t-shirt, his dick punched forward even more. The fucker rubbed along his zipper, wanting out.
“I,” he cleared his throat, his voice gruff.
“Can I get you something to drink?” She was biting her lip again, and he didn’t miss how she looked at his cut. Did she know what his biker vest meant? Did she know what it meant to be a Patch? Maybe she did because she looked nervous as hell.
“Coffee. Just coffee right now.”
She nodded once, stood there for a second, just staring at him, and then turned and left him at his table, staring at her ass, and wanting to bend her over the lunch counter. He stared at her ass, those big, luscious, juicy globes moving under the tight material of her black pants. She had a woman’s body, thick, lush, and able to take a pounding from a man like him.
He reached under the table and adjusted his cock, the fucker so damn hard he almost groaned at the slight touch alone. And like some sick, obsessed asshole, Striker couldn’t stop staring at her. She looked at him, the long dark fall of her hair not able to hide the fact she might be uncomfortable by his attention. If she was afraid, she had every right to be. What he wanted to do to an innocent looking woman like her was so wrong, because she looked too innocent for his desires and needs.
Well, damn, he was either one sick bastard, hard up for a good session of fucking, or something about that woman called out to his dominating side that no other woman had ever brought forth. Either way, Striker didn’t know if he could ignore it, but he’d sure as hell try. That woman, shy and innocent in appearance, would be scared shitless if she knew the kind of things he liked to do in the bedroom.