by Jenika Snow
The moment they saw she’d be a pain in their ass, they’d let her go. Her plan was stupid, not thought out, yet she was prepared to use everything at her disposal. Moving around the room, she grabbed everything, upending all the crap she could find. When there was nothing left on the walls, she smashed the mirror. Going to the wardrobe, which was a walk-in one, she started to trash it, tearing down everything she could find. Throwing sneakers across the room, hitting the walls gave her little to no pleasure. She’d never been a destructive woman in her life. This was an act of desperation.
When they’d taken her, they’d pushed her too far. She refused to be just another woman to them.
The door opened and she launched a sneaker toward the person invading the room.
“What the hell, woman?”
“I want fucking out!” Another sneaker flew at the man. He stepped out of the room again, and closed the door, barely missing him.
“I’m not some fucking payment. I want out of this club, you sick fucks.”
She saw the shelf in the wardrobe wasn’t fixed in. Pushing it forward, she dislodged it from the position and threw it at the closed door. Going for the rest of the shelves, she threw one out of the window, which smashed.
Going to the open mess, she saw Demon was no longer getting his dick sucked. The woman was glaring up at the room.
“Fuck you!” Picking up the clothes, she began to throw them out of the window. No way was anyone going to say she didn’t fight this. Everyone was going to know she wasn’t here willingly.
Out the window all the sneakers went, along with parts of the shelves. Several men stood outside, far enough away so her wrath wouldn’t touch them.
She whirled around as the door to the room opened again.
Demon stood, glaring at her. There was nothing for her to throw at him, which only pissed her off more. She didn’t have anything but herself. Charging at him, she threw herself in his direction, trying to hit him. He was far stronger than her. She had no chance of winning against him. The door was closed, leaving them alone.
“Let me go!” She screamed each of the words, hoping he’d get the hint.
He picked her up, overpowering her and slamming her down to the bed. Deanna cursed, going in for the kill. She bit his now exposed shoulder. Between being outside to upstairs, he’d lost his jacket. She sank her fingers into his skin.
“You fucking wildcat.”
In quick moves he had her arms locked above her head in one of his hands, and gripped her jaw tightly with her other one.
Demon covered her mouth with his hand. “Do you think you’re that fucking smart?”
She glared at him, begging for him to slip up so she could knee him in the nuts.
“No you don’t,” he said, spreading her legs open as she tried to knee him.
He held her open with no chance of escaping. His hand left her mouth, landing at her pussy. Through the material that covered her, she felt the heat of his palm. Pausing, she stared up at him.
“Ah, do you need some attention?”
“Get your filthy hands off me.”
“I like this fire you’re showing. However, you’re going to be the one to clean up this mess, no one else.”
“I’m nothing to you. Leave me the fuck alone. I’ve got a job, a life.”
“I bet all are shit. I wonder how many men have got you on your back, panting for them.”
“I’m not panting for you, asshole. I want to leave.”
“You’re not leaving.”
“You don’t need me. You’ve got more than enough women to suck your dick.”
He glanced behind him at the window. Before she could react, his hand went inside her jeans, sliding her pants to one side. His finger moved through her slit. She wasn’t even wet for him.
“You’re not even turned on?”
“I don’t deal with women’s sloppy seconds.” She struggled against his hold, wondering when he’d let her go.
Demon pulled away from her. She sat up on the bed, glaring at him. Her heart was racing as she stared back at him. What was he going to do to her?
“Clean this shit up,” he said.
“No.”
“This is my room and you’ll be sleeping here as well. I suggest you clean it up, otherwise the brother who cleans this shit up will be fucking you first.”
Deanna wanted to argue, curse, and throw shit at him. The look in his eyes told her he wasn’t joking around. He’d do exactly what he said he would. Going to her knees, she started to pick up what she could.
“When this is done, you’ll pick up the trash outside.”
Once she was outside, she might be able to escape. Hope flared inside her once more.
Demon left her alone to pick up all of the shit. She had destroyed his room, trashed the hell out of it, and although he was pissed as fuck at the fact she had done it, he also couldn’t blame her. She was here against her will, and anyone with half a brain wouldn’t lie down and accept it without putting up a fight. The women that were here, the pussy that spread for him and his brothers, did so because they wanted to. They didn’t force them to suck their cocks, or to beg to be fucked by them. But Deanna was a different breed of woman altogether. She was feisty, didn’t hold anything back, and he knew, after only having her here for this short fucking time, that she’d give as good as any of the brothers in this club.
“Joker, make sure she doesn’t try climbing out the window and cutting herself in the process of trying to escape.” Demon would have laughed at that fact, seeing her so desperate to escape him that she’d go to any lengths, but he couldn’t laugh at the thought of her hurt. She was angry, hated him and this club, but she’d have to come to terms with it all sooner than later. He wasn’t going to let her go, wasn’t going to allow her to run all over him either. Having her fits in the beginning was fine, for now, but soon she’d have to see that he didn’t put up with that kind of shit.
He was growing angrier by the second, and went to the bar and grabbed a shot. He tossed it back, asked for a beer, and did the same with that. Once he was feeling good, the alcohol moving through his body, he turned and glanced at the doorway. She needed to be taught a lesson. He should have done it when he had her under him, and his hand down her pants. He’d never rape a woman, no matter how much of a criminal he was. This was about putting the little wildcat in her fucking place.
He turned and stalked back into the bedroom. Joker stood by the wall, his arms crossed, the scar under his left eye more pronounced because of the scowl on his face as he watched Deanna. She was on her knees, picking up the broken pieces of furniture she had destroyed, and cursing every step of the way. She stopped, looked up at him, and glowered.
“What? Come to harass me more, or maybe touch me without my consent?” she all but snarled out, like she was some kind of cornered feral animal ready to claw his eyes out. When he didn’t respond she smirked, actually fucking smirked like she thought it was funny or some shit. He grew so damn angry his blood felt like it was on fire. “That’s what I thought.” She chuckled in a sarcastic way now, went back to picking up the trash, and he looked at Joker. The biker shook his head as he stared at Deanna.
“Joker, leave, and shut the door behind you,” he said in a low voice. The other member pushed off the wall, nodded toward Demon, and left them alone.
Deanna stopped cleaning and stared up at him. She didn’t show any fear, but Demon saw the way her hands shook slightly, and the fact she was grinding her teeth, as if she wanted to curse him out some more.
“Whatever you’re going to do, just fucking do it already,” she spat out, and he saw her reach for a piece of the end table she had broken. She hurled the leg at him, and he dodged it. The fucking thing missed him by an inch. He growled out low, watched as her face turned red and her eyes widened, and then he strode toward her. Without thinking, just taking action, he hauled her off the floor, moved toward the bed, and sat down. He turned her over so her belly was flat on his thi
ghs, her legs hanging over the other side, and her ass in full display.
His palm itched, and before he thought about it he brought it down on the big, fleshy mound of her right ass cheek. She squealed in outrage, kicked her legs out, and tried to get away. He placed a forearm on her lower back, kept her stationed, and spanked her over and over again. She was screaming at him, swearing all these impressive names at him, and then stated gasping out. He was relentless in his actions, spanking her like she had needed it done her entire life. And when she was breathing heavily, moving on his lap, his fucking cock jerked in response. He was getting hard watching his hand come down on her ass, and seeing the mounds shake from the force.
“You asshole,” she breathed out, and for a second he wondered if this was arousing her. She had to be able to feel his dick hard beneath her belly, but she didn’t say anything.
“You needed this, Deanna. You need to know who is in charge, and that continuing to act like a child in my damn clubhouse isn’t going to go over very well with me.” He spanked her once more, felt her dig her nails into his thighs, and then flipped her over. Demon stared at her face, saw her cheeks red, her lips parted and glossy, and her chest heaving. And her damn nipples were hard, poking through her shirt, teasing him with the idea that she was aroused by the punishment. Demon didn’t make it a secret he liked a little pain with his pleasure. And maybe Deanna was the perfect woman to give him that combination, and take a little agony and ecstasy for herself while with him?
“You bastard,” Deanna said in a low voice, and the way she dipped her eyes to his mouth told him that she was fighting what this did to her. Well, she could fight all she wanted, because Demon wasn’t going to let this go.
Deanna stared at the ceiling, feeling her anger, her self-disgust, and her hatred for the man named Demon and this fucking clubhouse grow to a breaking point. It had been hours since she had trashed this room. But she was alone, had picked up the mess just so she didn’t have to hear any more from that behemoth Demon. They had boarded up the window, but they had refused to let her to go outside, so her chance at leaving was squashed.
It was already night and she was exhausted, but all she could think about was when the asshole had spanked her like she was a kid and needed to be punished for acting out. What the hell had he expected? Should she just roll over and accept it all? Deanna was not some shrinking violet, and she wasn’t a submissive that would just suck his dick whenever he snapped his fingers. But she hated herself for getting aroused when he spanked her. That wasn’t like her, and she wanted to curse herself out until she didn’t have a voice for how disgusted she was with her reaction.
No, Deanna wasn’t about to let this bastard or his club take control of her. Even if she had to take them all out to make her escape possible she would. Because Deanna wasn’t going to let her father get away with this, or be the whore to a bunch of fucking bikers.
“Have you tamed the beast?” Joker asked, smirking as Demon came downstairs. He’d been standing outside his bedroom waiting to see if she’d try anything funny. She clearly didn’t have a death wish, otherwise he’d be dealing with a dead body now rather than a drink. Although truth be told he didn’t want to harm her, and would never hurt her unless she compromised the club. The club didn’t willingly hurt women and children, but she was a liability, especially with her resistance, and her fierceness could put the club into shit they didn’t need to deal with. If he continued to let her get away with shit, he’d start to lose respect in the club. Joker had supervised her cleaning up the mess after he spanked her ass. He’d gone back up when it was all over to listen to see what she’d do. Deanna was the first woman to intrigue him like this. He didn’t like nor did he trust these feelings she kept inspiring.
“Shut the fuck up.”
He slung back a shot, waiting for Chucks to fill him another. All the time he stared at the ugly-assed prospect he couldn’t get the feel of Deanna’s body across his knees out of his mind. Slinging back the shot, he wiped his mouth, turning around to find Sarah making her way toward him. She was slender and he saw the outline of her hipbones above where her skirt fell. The skirt was too small, and the bikini top left nothing to the imagination. She looked dressed to fuck whereas Deanna looked dressed for business.
If he didn’t get her out of his mind, he was going to lose it.
“Hey, Demon. Do you want to finish off what we started?” She traced a finger along his stomach.
When she’d been sucking his cock earlier he’d been so close to coming. Deanna stopped him with her shouts then the smashing of the window. He liked her spunk. Sarah did nothing for him. She had a nice, tight cunt, and was fucking easy. Demon didn’t need to fight with her to get what he wanted.
“Not now,” he said.
“Come on, Demon. I know you need some release.”
He grabbed her hand when she went to grab his dick. “I said no. Step back before I hand you to one of the fucking prospects for the night.”
Demon grabbed his refilled shot glass and made his way out of the clubhouse. He stopped at the same place where he’d gotten his dick sucked.
Staring at the pile of crap the members had piled off to the side, Demon smirked. He didn’t think she had the guts to completely trash his room. His closet was useless. Some of his clothes had also been ruined in the process of her temper.
“I know what that smile means,” Joker said, coming to stand beside him.
“What does it mean?”
“Deanna’s not going to know what’s coming to her. I almost feel sorry for her but then I look at that shit, and I know I can’t wait to see how this is going to go.”
Demon took another inhale on his smoke. “I can tell you there’s only one way for it to end, with her beneath me, her cunt open and taking my cock.” In the recess of his mind, Demon wondered if he’d locked the bedroom door.
Deanna stared up at the ceiling, surprised by how white it actually was. She expected the room to be in an awful state, as bikers never really gave a shit about being clean, or so the stereotype played through her mind. Titling her head to the side, she looked at the ceiling from all angles. She wondered what the other rooms were like.
Don’t do it, Deanna. Don’t give in.
She reached underneath her to touch her ass. The sting was no longer there, yet the memory of his hands on her body was. She’d never responded to any man like that. Biting her lip, she tried to contain the groan that was threatening to spill out. There was no way she should have been turned on by being spanked. Deanna knew deep down it wasn’t just about the spanking; it was the way Demon held her down, masterfully. She was losing her mind. Turning over on the bed, she stared at the bedroom door. He wouldn’t have left the door unlocked.
With her reaction to him she needed to get away from him, far away. In fact, the further away she was, the better it would be for her. She didn’t want to respond to him in any way.
Getting to her feet, she walked toward the window that was boarded up. She couldn’t see anything. Next, she walked across the bedroom to the bathroom. Deanna opened the door to gaze inside. This room had a smaller window. Even if she was a slender woman she wouldn’t make it through that tiny little hole.
She walked toward the mirror to stare at her reflection. Her cheeks were flushed and she quickly splashed some water onto her skin. When that didn’t help to cool her down, she walked back into the bedroom.
“What the hell,” she said, going to the bedroom door. She doubted it would work but she wasn’t going to not try it.
Gripping the handle, she turned it.
Her heart pounded inside her chest as the door clicked open.
What?
No, Demon wouldn’t have left the bedroom door unlocked. That would be giving her the chance to escape. This had to be some kind of trick to lure her into a false sense of security. It didn’t make any sense.
She closed the door, taking a step back.
What are you doing? Get your ass out o
f here.
Licking her lips, she opened the door wider and glanced up and down the hall. The music coming from the main room could be heard throughout the whole house. No one was around. Leaving the bedroom, she closed the door behind her, being quiet.
Deanna made her way down the long corridor, taking her time with each step. Each room she passed there were erotic sounds coming from inside. The biker club did nothing but have sex, or so it seemed. She hated it and would never give herself to the biker willingly, no matter what club Demon belonged to.
On the way downstairs, she panicked. She didn’t know if she was going to get out of here alive.
She thought about her father and her anger renewed. When she got her hands on him she was going to kill him.
Running down the small flight of stairs, she turned left and then right, then froze. On her right was the front door. This wasn’t the door Demon had brought her through. Surely this wasn’t going to be her escape.
Deanna jumped as she heard a couple walking downstairs. Without waiting to assess her situation, she dived for the door, opened it, and closed it behind her. When she opened her eyes, she gasped and laughed. Freedom was hers.
The club had a long driveway, and it took her a moment to get to the road, but when she did she took off down the street, running as fast as she could go. She knew where she was going. Deanna had always been good at remembering directions, and she had watched where he had been going on the ride to his clubhouse. All she ever needed to do was look at a map once to remember the route.
She didn’t stop, running like mad to get free.
When she got stitch in her side, she started to walk. She wondered if they’d found the bedroom empty of her presence. Deanna didn’t care. They were all crazy if they thought she was going to accept them using her as payment for her father’s sins.
