The Way I Like It (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, #5) (20 page)

Any threat that had once been part of her life was gone. When she walked down the street, there was no fear of who might be coming to get her. She was free. Yes, there was the danger that now came with the club, but it also gave her protection. Striker always made sure there was either a prospect or a brother taking care of her. She was becoming quite partial to Skull. Elena liked having him around.

Licking her lips, she cupped his face, and stared into his eyes. “I want you to use me, Striker. I want you to take your pleasure, and fuck me like you really want to. No holding back, take what you want.”

The flash of lust was clear to see in his eyes. He wanted this as much as she did; only he was afraid to give in. Elena wanted him to realize that there was no need to hold back. They were going to have this together.

“Fuck me, Striker. Anywhere you want.”

Elena squealed as he spun her around so that she was flat on her back, and he was over her. She opened her thighs, spreading them wide for him.

“You’re trying to get me to fuck your ass.”

“I’m trying to get you to see that it doesn’t matter what you want. I’ll love you. I only want you, Striker. After everything, I need you to see that.” She wasn’t going to push him away. They were bound together by more things than just sex. Striker was her soul mate, and she loved him with her whole heart.

Striker reached between them, grabbing his cock, pressing the tip against her core. “You want my dick in this greedy pussy?”

“Yes. I want you.” She finished responding with a scream as he slammed every single inch of his cock within her.

“This what you want, baby?”

“Yes.”

She moaned again as he pulled out of her only to slam back inside. He didn’t let up, pounding inside her pussy, and she had no choice but to remain open to his possession. Striker was the master of her body, and she was his slave. He leaned down, licking her nipple, and sucking it into his mouth, biting down. The burst of pain mingled with the pleasure was just too much, and her arousal started to build. It was all just too much and yet not enough.

Lifting up onto her elbows, she bit his shoulder, crying out as he took her harder.

“You’re a little firecracker, aren’t you?” He cupped her around the neck, pressing her back down on the bed. Striker didn’t cut off her air, and she loved the possessive way he held onto her so that she had nowhere to go.

Suddenly, he changed, pulling out of her pussy and flipping her over so that her ass was in the air. Striker was a strong man, and she didn’t even try to fight his hold. He knew what he was doing, and she was there for his pleasure. Elena loved it. That freedom allowed him to do what he liked to her, and she knew she would love it. Striker was a hard man, a dominant man, but he always made sure she had just as much pleasure as he did.

He yanked her hips back, and he stroked her cunt. “You’re soaking wet. You love it when I’m in control, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

Striker brought his finger to her back entrance and started to touch her, driving her wild. “Fuck, baby, you’re wild for it.”

He slammed his cock deep inside her pussy twice before pulling all the way out. Slicking his fingers with her cream, he coated her anus. His cock was already wet from her pussy. Elena waited with baited breath as the large tip suddenly pressed against her back entrance. Yes, finally, he was going to take her.

Striker pushed past her tight muscles, and she gasped at the sudden jolt of pain. She hadn’t anticipated the pain, but it was so worth it.

“Relax, baby, and let me in.”

Taking a deep breath, she pushed back, and it gave him enough time to push on through. The combined pain and pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever felt.

“Fuck, Elena, you’re so damn tight and hot. You’ve got a hot little ass, just like your pussy.” He ran his hands up and down her back, reaching around to cup her breasts. “You’ve got no idea how damn much I love you. You’re in my heart, Elena. My heart, my head, and my soul. There’s no other woman for me. I would die for you, kill for you.”

“I love you, Striker. You own me.” She belonged to him in every way that mattered.

He pulled out of her ass and began to rock backward and forward, making her take him just a little deeper. It was all too much, yet not enough. She wanted him to fuck her, to pound inside her, and take his pleasure.

“Fuck me!” She screamed the word, and Striker grabbed her hips and pounded inside her ass.

She’d be incredibly sore tomorrow, but it would be totally worth it. Every step she’d take would remind her of Striker and his possession.

“So fucking beautiful,” Striker said. “And all mine. No man is going to ever get their hands on you, baby.”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to marry you. I’m going to put my kid inside you, and I’m going to fucking love you for the rest of my life.”

She already loved him. He slid his fingers between her thighs, and started teasing her clit. Biting her lip, she pushed back against him, trying her hardest to hold off on her orgasm. He was driving her crazy, pushing her to the brink of pleasure once again.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last.”

Striker pounded inside her, and she gasped as her orgasm rushed through her, making her scream. He continued to work her hard until he finally tensed, and spilled his cum inside her.

He moved them so that they were lying on the bed, wrapped around each other. His cock was still inside her ass, and she wasn’t ready to pull away.

“That was amazing,” she said.

“No, you’re amazing.” He kissed her neck, flicking his tongue over her pulse, driving her crazy. Her ass tightened, and she was ready to go again. “You’re insatiable, exactly the way I like it.”

It was crazy to think this was her life now, but she wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. Being Striker’s old lady was exactly who and what she was meant to be, and she’d ride that high of being his until she took her last breath.

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“W
hat?” Bridget stuttered out, shocked as hell that Beast was making her do this. Of course, she’d known she’d owe the club, but she honestly hadn’t thought Beast would make her do this, especially not this soon.

For years, she’d been attracted to him, wanted to hide her emotions for her stepbrother. She’s been a pre-teen when he’d come into her life, and at first, she hadn’t seen him as anything but a bad boy. But, for whatever reason, she started to grow feelings for him.

Bridget had hidden those desires her entire life, never admitting, and most of the time, not even to herself, that if things were different, she’d have given herself to Beast. But this move right here, even if she’d come to him for help, was bastardly, and she didn’t know how to take it all.

But there’s a part grew wet at his command, at his demands that she give him this.

“You heard me, princess. I want you to strip for me, to show me what you have under those clothes.” He moved over to the chair in the corner of the room and took a seat. He looked like wouldn’t allow for any argument, any room for her to complain.

The truth was she was shocked by his demand, but she was also aroused, and wet between her thighs.

Bridget had never known Beast wanted anything more from her, had seen her as some kind of sexual object. She’d clearly been wrong.

He lifted his eyebrow and lifted his hand, flicking his finger for her to proceed.

“This is a bastard thing to do, Beast.” He tensed, and it was visible how hard his body became even from where she stood.

“Let’s remember on thing, Bridge. You came to me, needing help because you were in a fucked up relationship with a psycho.”

She swallowed.

“I’m not making any secret that I want you, obviously, that I’ve wanted you. Now, I have the opportunity to have that sweet pussy of yours, and I want you to give it to me willingly.” He held her gaze with his, his eyes hard, unyielding.

“I didn’t take you for the kind of guy that had to force women to be sexual with him.” Before she knew what was happening, he was out of the seat and on her, using his massive body to press her much smaller one against the wall. He had his hand wrapped loosely around her neck, his erection digging into her belly. For a second, all he did was breathe hard, his warm, sweet smelling breath brushing along her face, stirring her hair.

“I don’t rape women, Bridget,” Beast said in a hard, frighteningly deep voice. “I don’t have to force women to do anything they don’t want to do.”

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