Beast (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter #1)(10)

She wiped away her tears and snot, and he handed her a piece of tissue. He didn’t want to do this. Beast didn’t want to care, but that’s exactly what she’d made him do. She’d made him care. She made him want to be a better man even when his thoughts about her were full of dirty fantasies.

“I want you,” she said. “That’s what makes it all wrong. I’ve always wanted you, and I will fuck you if that’s what you need to protect me. I’m wet for you, and yes, I want your dick in my pussy. I don’t want the club; I want you.”

Beast pressed his finger against her lips. “Be quiet.” Stepping away from her, he turned around and stared down at his cock, which was still rock hard. Fuck, why couldn’t she just be a fucking slut to the core? Why did she have to make him feel? Care?

This was not the man he wanted to be.

He was part of The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter. Beast took women, fucked them, used them, and forgot them.

She touched his shoulder, and he tensed, spinning back to face her, and grabbing her around the neck. He pressed her against the wall, and she held onto his wrists with both hands.

“Beast? What are you doing?”

“I don’t want to care. I’ve spent a long time not caring about anything, yet, you’re making me care. Stop it, Bridget. I want your pussy. You will give it to me, and in return, the club will protect you. This is nothing more than a simple give and take.” To stop himself from taking the words back, he slammed his lips against hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She was tense beneath his touch, even though she opened her lips and gave him what he was searching for.

He took her kiss, and with one hand, the other still around her neck, he cupped her full tit. She was so fucking hot, better than anything he’d ever imagined, and he wanted her.

She moaned, and releasing her neck, he pressed a kiss to her nape.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

Beast was going to put himself back in charge. Sex, violence, it was all he knew. Love, emotion, caring, all of it, he wasn’t going to let himself fall. The boy he’d been long ago was now a man, and he didn’t deal with anything other than sex.

“I want you. I want your cock inside my pussy,” she said.

“Get on your knees, and show me how good you can suck cock.” He pressed down on her shoulders. “In this room, you don’t cry, you don’t sob; you beg me to fuck you. You want to cry, you do it on your own time, not mine. Get those lips wrapped around my dick, and show me how damn much you need me.”

Asshole.

Dick.

Fuckwad.

Bastard.

Cunt.

It didn’t matter what he called himself, his cock remained hard, and he wanted her. The biggest problem he had was trying to keep some semblance of control between them. She’d entered his world, and already she was tearing him apart, making him take notice of her.

Bridget had the power to make him question everything. He was so used to being right; he couldn’t risk being wrong. Not about her, not about anything.

She’d come to him to keep her safe against an enemy they had no hope of beating. OK, there was a slight chance, but that was all, of them surviving. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, and in the next second, her lips were wrapped around him.

This he could handle. This he had control of.





Chapter Nine




Bridget just closed her eyes and sucked his dick; she hollowed out her cheeks and loosened her throat. She could do this, be what he wanted, because the truth was she cared for him more than she’d ever wanted to admit, more than she’d ever wanted to accept.

She felt tears prick her eyes as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. It wasn’t just abut needing protection anymore, no, it was about being with Beast, even if he’d basically turned her emotions for him down, ignored them because he didn’t want to hear them, feel them.

“Stop sucking my dick and get back on your feet, Bridget.”

She pulled away from him, her jaw already aching because his cock was so big.

“Turn around for me, baby. Let me see all of you, everything that’s mine.”

She slowly stood, her knees locking, her legs shaking. She turned around, feeling his gaze on her body. Then she felt him reach out and spank her ass, hard enough she gasped out as pain assaulted her. He smoothed her ass cheeks, the burn and sting mixing with the feel of his hand caressing her ass causing heat and pleasure to take root.

She was breathing hard, not able to think, let along suck enough air into her lungs.

“Spread your legs wider.” His voice dropped an octave deeper and became more commanding. “Bend over and grab your ankles. I want to see your ass and pussy spread for me, Bridge, I want to see what I’ll be fucking.”

She exhaled slowly, closed her eyes, and pictured them doing all the filthy things he wanted, all the submissive act he wanted her to perform for him.

When she was in the position he wanted her in, she waited for him to give another command, another order that would make her pussy even more soaking wet.

“You’re so fucking hot and sweet, Bridge, so ready to take all of my cock into your tight little cunt.” He was breathing just as hard as she was, and she could just make out the sound of flesh slapping together as he jerked off. “Grab your ass cheeks and spread them wide, let me see that tight little hole.”