Beast (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter #1)(7)

Truly shocked by his demand, she was also aroused and wet, and there was an ache between her thighs.

Bridget had never known Beast wanted anything like this 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 even from where she stood, the hardening of his body was visible.

“Let’s remember one thing, Bridge. You came to me, needing my 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, or that I have wanted you. Now, I have the opportunity to enjoy that sweet pussy of yours, and I want you to give it to me willingly.” He held her gaze, his eyes hard, unyielding.

“I didn’t take you for the kind of guy that had to force a woman for sex.” Before she knew what was happening, he was out of his 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 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.” Then the hand wrapped her throat moved, pressing between her thighs. She gasped at the feel of pressure, at knowing it was Beast’s hand causing that friction. “You think if I shoved my hand down your pants, your little cunt would be nice and sloppy?”

She was breathing hard, unable to catch her breath, to get enough air into her lungs.

“I know you want this, want me, even if you’re trying to act like you’re not affected.” Beast wasn’t speaking loudly, but the harshness of his voice was still surprising.

“You don’t know shit.” Bridget felt a little strength pour into her. She might need his help, but that didn’t mean she had to be his little toy either.

But you want that, even if you’re denying it.

He added more pressure, and she rose on her toes, gasping at the pleasure that coursed through her at the feel of his hand pressing hard against her.

“Answer me,” he said between clenched teeth, pushing his cock into her belly, grinding himself on her.

“There isn’t anything to say,” she whispered, not about to give in, at least not so soon. “You have no affect on me.”

He made a low sound in the back of his throat, animal in quality, guttural in tone. “You’re a little tease, trying to play hard to get, Bridge.” Before she knew it, he had the button and zipper of her pants undone, had his hand shoved down the denim and inside her panties, touching her pussy liked he owned it. He spread his fingers through her embarrassingly soaked pussy folds, moved them along its opening, and then ran up her slit again to tease her clit.

“You fucking liar,” he growled again, and in one swift move, buried one of his thick fingers into her pussy. Her eyes rolled back, her lips parted, and she moaned at how good and forceful it was.

“I know you better than you know yourself, baby. And your body language, from the moment I saw you, told me how much you want my cock.”

She had her eyes open now, not realizing she’d shut them. They stared at each other, Beast’s finger still lodged in her pussy, not moving, but somehow holding this power over her.

“Yeah, you fucking want me, and playing hard to get only makes my cock hard enough to drill holes through steel.”





Chapter Six




There was no use in denying it, and Beast saw the moment she caved. Her pussy was so damn tight and slick. She was a fucking dream, and he’d been with a lot of club pussy who knew how to take his cock. Sliding a second finger inside her pussy, he stroked her clit with his thumb, watching her eyes flutter.

“This is wrong. You’re my stepbrother.”

“That doesn’t mean shit here, babe, and you know it. We aren’t related, and we never had a brother sister relationship. Your boy’s not been taking care of your needs. Your greedy fucking pussy is sucking my fingers, begging for more. You want my dick, don’t you?”

She whimpered and started to slide up and down on his fingers. “Please?”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Beast, please.”

“That’s not enough. I need you to tell me exactly what you want.” He stopped moving his fingers and remained still.

“This is wrong.”

He removed his hands from her pants and held his hand up for her to see. “You think this is wrong? You soaked my fingers, and you think you don’t want me?”

She bit her lip, and he watched her press her thighs together.

“I can make every little one of your desires come true.” His dick was rock hard, ready to fuck her. This thing with Bridget had always been coming. They’d always had a connection, and years later, it had built into an attraction, a fire burning between them. “Just say the words, and it’s all yours.”

Beast waited for her to make up her mind and started to lick the cream from his fingers. “You’re tasty, baby. Your little lover, has he ever licked your sweet pussy?”