The Psycho (The Soldiers of Anarchy #1)

by Nikki J. Summers

What do you get when you cross a mentally ill loner with a society that abandons him and treats him like trash!? I’ll tell you what you get… YOU GET WHAT YOU FUCKING DESERVE

We are the soldiers of anarchy. The voice of a forgotten generation. We will be heard. And you will fucking listen.

It didn’t matter how much you tried, you couldn’t polish a turd,

I let her ramble on about all the ways she could think of to describe how much she despised me, and all the while I couldn’t keep my eyes off her ridiculous heels that were way too high for walking these uneven streets, but fuck did they make her legs look incredible. And don’t even get me started on her tight ass in those jeans, and how much I wanted to throw her over my shoulder, smack that ass and then bite it to shut her up. Then there was her hair. The perfect blonde ponytail swishing in the wind, begging to be grabbed and have me wrap my fist around it as I showed her exactly what it meant to be owned by a soldier.

“One night, I might show you how much of an animal I really am,” I growled back and that seemed to shut her up for a few minutes.

“This time,” he growled in my ear. “You don’t come until I tell you to.”

I loved that he wasn’t afraid to be like this, punishing, brutal, raw and demanding. Every drive inside of me was like taking another step to heaven courtesy of the devil himself. But I loved it. I loved that he didn’t treat me with kid gloves. He knew the way I liked it.

“Don’t go all shy on me now. If you have fantasies you want me to fulfil, just tell me.” He leant down to whisper in my ear, “That’s what I’m here for.”