Beast (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter #1)(8)

He saw the need burning in her eyes, and Beast knew it wouldn’t be long before she caved. Taking a seat, he unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his cock.

“What are you doing?”

“You may not want to have some fun, but I’m going to sit here and have some.” He stared down the length of her body, loving her full curves. It had been a long time since he was this aroused. The women he fucked, the club pussy, were a dime a dozen. Women like Bridget, they were the special ones, and she’d always had this affect on him.

She licked those plump lips, and all he could think about were those lips wrapped around his dick.

“All you’ve got to do is say the words, and I’ll fuck you, baby. I’ll fuck you so damn good.”

“What about the Rafe situation? This seems counterproductive.”

He could have laughed that she was trying to be rational. “We aren’t even gong to talk about that bastard right now. He wants you dead, so thinking about him right now, when I want to fuck you, probably isn’t the greatest move.”

She ran her fingers through her hair and blew out a breath. “Rafe was always nice, but it wasn’t exactly love.”

“What was it?”

“Easy. He was my boss’ son, and it seemed wrong to turn him down.” She shrugged. “God, I was such an idiot.”

He growled and watched as she huffed and reached for her shirt.

“You getting naked for me?”

“You told me to strip.”

“I also told you to tell me what you want.” He ran his hand up and down his cock, groaning as she removed her shirt. She wore a black lace bra, but it didn’t hide her full, round tits. They were more than a handful, and he loved having a nice set of tits bouncing in front of him.

She unbuttoned her jeans and paused. “What do you want me to say?”

He smiled. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do to your body.” She opened her mouth, and he saw that she was about to dispute him. “Don’t even think of lying to me, baby. I’ve just had your creamy pussy all over my fingers. You want me, and I want you.”

Bridget released a sigh. “Yes, I want it, but I shouldn’t.”

“Don’t think about what you shouldn’t want. Go with what you actually want. I want inside your pussy, baby. Give in.” He ran his hand up and down his dick. “I want to fuck your pussy and fill you with my spunk. When I’m done with your pussy, I’m going to take your ass. I’m not going to leave you alone until every single hole of yours is filled with my cum. It’s what I want. Tell me, baby, what is it that you want.”

She licked her lips again. “I want to have dirty sex and not care about how it looks. I want you to grab me, push me to the bed, and make me take your cock. I want you so damn bad that it hurts. When Rafe fucked me, I found no pleasure, and I thought about you to try and help me get off. There’s no one else that has ever made me feel like this. Is that the kind of stuff you want to hear?”

He released his dick and stood. Sliding his finger beneath her bra, he flicked the catch, watching her tits spring free. He stepped back to get a good look at the luscious tits he couldn’t wait to have his hands, his mouth on. “That’s exactly what I want to hear, especially if it’s the truth. Is it the truth?”

Beast really hoped it was the truth since it was exactly what he wanted to do with her. The club knew she belonged to him. He could do whatever the hell he wanted to with her, and he couldn’t wait to get started.





Chapter Seven




Bridget shouldn’t have been aroused, not by this situation, and certainly not because Beast was going to fuck her. She should be pissed, offended; she should hate him even more despite the fact he was going to help her. But her pussy was wet, her nipples hard, and she craved more of his touch.

She stood in the center of the room. Beast didn’t move, his focus trained on her. The electricity moving between them was a crackling in the air, had that electricity moving through her.

He wanted her, she wanted him, and she wasn’t going to stop this. It was like those years hadn’t passed, like they’d been right here all along, the desire clear, thick. It was strange, but comforting.

“You want me to give you a little pain, baby? You want that pain to give you pleasure?” Beast said in a low, aroused voice.

She shouldn’t want that, but damn, did she ever. She nodded and licked her lips, her throat feeling raw, dry.

He took a step closer to her, and she stayed right where she was. She knew this man could give her everything she ever wanted in bed, everything she needed, even if she’d never been with him. It was the aura around him, the strength and control that came from him.

“Tell me then.”

“I want that, Beast,” she whispered.

He’d stood a few feet from her, and after she spoke, he continued to stand there, watching her, inhaling deeply like some primal animal scenting her arousal. After a second, he lifted his hand, gesturing for her to come to him.

“Then come to me, baby girl.” He smirked. “You do what I say, when I say it, baby.”

She nodded, her heart thundering.

“You give me what I want because it’ll make me happy, because, in the end, it’ll get you off, as well.” Beast was aroused; she could see it as much as she could hear it in his voice. She could feel the wetness between her thighs grow. His cock was hard; his big, thick dick visible after he’d unbuttoned his jeans.