Ares (The Kings of Mayhem MC TENNESSEE series, book 3), page 1
Ares
Kings of Mayhem MC
Tennessee Chapter Book 3
Penny Dee
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A wounded biker with a checkered past. A feisty dancer with a secret. An unexpected love that could destroy them both.
I was born a monster.
Seven feet tall with fists the size of balloons and an even bigger… boot size.
I’m a demon in the ring and a devil between the sheets.
But even I’m no match for her. The demoness with the bright emerald eyes and hair the color of snow.
She’s everything I’ve run from my whole sorry life and the only thing I’m afraid of, so why the hell do I find myself on her doorstep time and time again?
I’m not a good man. She should run as far as possible from me.
After doing time for a crime I didn’t commit, I took my revenge on those responsible.
It was brutal. It was bloody. It was satisfying.
Now she wants me to do the same thing for her.
But she isn’t being completely honest with me.
And when I find out the truth, there’ll be consequences for us all to pay.
Ares is book three in the Kings of Mayhem MC Tennessee series but can be read as a standalone. It features two emotionally wounded main characters, lots of red-hot chemistry, a twist you won’t see coming—throw in some crazed serial killers, and you’ve got a scorching romantic suspense burning up your Kindle.
To you, the reader.
Thank you for reading.
Kings of Mayhem MC
Tennessee Chapter Members
Jack (President)
Shooter (VP)
Ares (Sergeant-at-Arms or SAA)
Banks (Treasurer)
Doc (Medic)
Bam
Loki
Paw
Dakota Joe
Ghoul
Earl
Boomer
Venom
Wyatt
Gambit
Merrick
Munster
Gabe
Alchemy (Looks after the Still, the club’s legit business)
Prospect one
Prospect two
Dolly (Clubhouse Bar Manager)
TJ (Tends bar)
Blurb
Dedication
Tennessee Chapter
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Epilogue - Ares
Epilogue - Rory
Acknowledgments
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ARES
Twenty Years Ago—A small town outside Jacksonville, Florida
I was born a monster.
I killed my mom during childbirth.
Or so the kids at school say now they’re old enough to know how to hurt me with their words. They know they can’t hurt me physically, so they resort to poisoned words to do their bidding because they’re afraid of me and don’t know how to hide it.
I’m a freak.
A genetic mutant. Tall and strong. With eyes as dark as night.
And it isn’t only the kids who are afraid of me, it’s the adults too. I’m already taller than our teachers, and I can see the fear in their eyes whenever we make eye contact. No one wants to be caught alone with me, not even my teachers.
No matter what I try, I can’t put their misguided beliefs about me to rest. I can’t help being the size I am or the height I am, and it crushes me to see people shrink back in fear when they see me coming their way. I always thought they were wrong about me. But lately, I’ve started to wonder if they might be right because sometimes I feel my moods swing like a pendulum. Sometimes they soar from the highest of highs where I feel like king of the world, but then they plummet without warning to the lowest of lows where I can barely get out of bed.
But I never show it.
Never let anyone know about the storm brewing inside. I keep quiet and pull my hoodie down to hide my face and try to turn invisible. But invisibility is hard when you’re already six foot eight at seventeen.
“Six-foot gazillion inches and built like a brick shithouse,” my Uncle Frankie always jokes. Half the size of me and skinny as a garden rake, you never see him without a cigarette dangling from his bottom lip. “And more misunderstood than a frightened Pitbull.”
He’s right. I’m misunderstood by everyone.
Except for Uncle Frankie and Belle.
When Belle moved in next door, I had never seen anyone like her in the world. She is so beautiful my chest aches just looking at her. Blonde, with crystal blue eyes and a smile brighter than sunshine, I fell in love with her the moment she walked up to the front door of my father’s mansion and introduced herself to me. She was with her parents, and to this day, I can still see the look on their faces when I opened the door and they saw me for the first time. I was smiling because they’d caught me on a good day when my moods were high. They were smiling too… until they saw me, and their smiles faded, and Belle’s father not so discretely nudged his seventeen-year-old daughter behind him as if he needed to protect her from me.
The introduction was stilted and awkward. Her parents were quick to realize it was a mistake to introduce their daughter to the freak who lives next door.
Their eyes didn’t lie— they were frightened of me.
But not Belle.
I could tell she’d felt that zip of lightning hit her when we met, and despite her parents ushering her away from me that day, it wasn’t long before we started to meet in secret whenever she could get away from her father’s watchful eye.
That’s the good thing about your father hating the sight of you—he’s never around to enforce curfews or ground you. And boy, did my old man hate me. He never got over my mom’s death or the fact that I caused it.
That’s why Uncle Frankie moved in with us after Mom’s funeral. The man raised and treated me right when my cold-hearted father couldn’t. He’s the one I confide in about Belle and helps us meet in secret because he knows we have something special and that everyone has the right to experience it at least once in their life. And who am I to say your time isn’t now?
It was Uncle Frankie who brought Belle the secret phone she keeps hidden under a floorboard in her bedroom so we can communicate without her parents knowing.
This afternoon, she sent me a message asking me to meet her at the abandoned theater just outside of town. That’s why I’m here now, parking my bike around the back.
I find her in the old brick building, standing amongst the ruins and a hundred lit candles.
She looks so beautiful I can barely breathe.
“Belle baby… what’s going on?”
She begins to unbutton the front of her dress, and I struggle to swallow. My mouth is a desert, my throat as rough as sandpaper. I’ve never seen anything so lovely.
“I want you to be my first,” she says, her glossy lips breaking into a soft smile.
Her dress slips to the floor, and all I can do is stare at her.
“Say something,” she whispers.
I swallow deeply. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
She smiles as she comes toward me and rises to her tiptoes when she reaches me to wrap her beautiful arms around my neck. I have to lean down to meet her kiss. Her lips are sweet and gentle against mine, her tongue warm and velvety soft.
God, I am so in love with you, I think as I kiss her back.
But when my desire for her becomes too much, I pull away.
“Please don’t,” she says, reaching for me. She places my palm against her naked breast, and I shudder with longing. “I want you to touch me, Ares. I want you to do all the things to me that people do when they’re in love.”
She comes closer.
“I think about you at night…” she continues, “… when I’m alone in my bed. When no one can see or hear me.” Her hands drift down her naked body, touching herself in all the places I want to touch her. One hand slides between her thighs. “I touch myself here and picture you, and it feels really good.” She gasps as she slides her fingers inside, and I lick my lips because I’m so hungry for a taste. “But it always leaves me achy for more because I need you, Ares. I need you to take the ache away.”
My body reacts to her words. To the sight of the girl I love touching herself. Behind my zipper, my erection strains to be released, but I resist reaching down to touch it. Instead, I go to Belle and collect her into my arms and kiss her wildly, my lust and need almost too much to bear.
But she takes control, pushes me back into an old armchair, and slides onto my lap.
“Are you absolutely sure about this?” I swipe her hair from her face. We’ve never talked about this moment.
Her smile is carnal and lusty as she reaches for my zipper. “I couldn’t be more sure.”
The moment my zipper is down, my cock springs free. Belle looks at the size of it, then back to me, her eyes wide.
She gulps. “It’s so big.”
I know I have a big cock. It’s heavy and thick, and sometimes when I get hard and jerk off, I get dizzy because all the blood rushes south from my brain.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say.
She’s tiny, and I don’t know how all of me is going to fit inside her.
“Then you’re going to have to get me ready for you.” She climbs off my lap and leads me over to the makeshift bed she’s made from old cushions and blankets she has brought from home and slides her panties down her firm thighs. Lying down, she opens her legs. I see her for the first time, and every cell in my body begins begging me for this.
She reaches for my hand and pulls me down to her. “Make me come with your tongue.”
It’s my turn to gulp.
“I’ve never done that before,” I admit. Although, I’ve spent many nights dreaming about it with my hand in my shorts and my teeth biting into my lip, picturing my head between her thighs.
She pulls me closer, and my instincts take over, guided by her moans and the violent tugs on my hair as I lick, suck, and penetrate her with my tongue. When I find the little bud of nerves, I torment it with my mouth, and she falls apart beneath me.
Listening to her come, I’m so aroused my balls tighten with a need for release. But I want to make her come again, so I fuck her harder with my tongue until her legs shake and her tugs on my hair grow more violent, then she comes again.
Flushed, she looks up at me, and I feel so triumphant.
I’ve never made a girl make those kinds of sounds before.
Her eyes drop to my cock curving toward my navel and the tiny pearl of cum on the head.
“I want you inside me,” she says.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” My breath is ragged.
She guides my hand to where my tongue and mouth were, where she’s swollen, supple, and creamy.
“See what you do to me?” she says. “I’m ready for you.”
She’s so pink and wet. So fucking perfect.
“I’ll be gentle,” I promise. But inside, I’m terrified I’ll hurt her. She’s so small, and I’m so big. “Tell me if I hurt you, okay?”
Belle’s fingers trail down my abs as I place myself at her entrance. She inhales sharply as the broad head nudges inside her, then again as I gently ease into her. She cries out, and I pause, but she begs me to keep going. “Don’t stop.”
“But I’m hurting you,” I say, easing back.
She grabs my wrist. “I want all of you, Ares. Every single inch.”
I let out a harsh inhale. Every instinct in me doesn’t want to hurt her, but we both want this.
Controlling the urge to plunge into her drenched pussy, I take my time and push in slowly, taking her virginity. She cries out, and tears spring at the corner of her eyes.
“You’re crying,” I whisper, suddenly worried that I’m doing something wrong. “This isn’t right.”
She grabs my face in her hands. “This is perfect. Yes, I’m crying because it hurts. But you need to understand that it’s the most beautiful kind of pain.”
She kisses me, the kind of kiss you feel all over your body, and I pick up a rhythm that rocks me deeper into her. We have to stop a few times so her body can adjust, and the stopping and starting is sweet agony, but it builds a euphoric tension in my balls.
After a few more strokes, without warning, the tension erupts in me with mind-altering euphoria, and I know exactly what’s happening.
“Oh God, I’m going to come—”
I know I need to pull out.
We haven’t discussed precautions.
Hell, we haven’t discussed any of this.
All I know is that I’m inside her now, and what we’re doing can get her pregnant.
“No, I want you to come inside me,” she begs, tightening her thighs around my hips so I can’t pull out. There is no time to argue because, at that moment, I’m hit with earth-shattering pleasure like warm water flowing over my body, and all my pent-up desire for her bursts from me in a series of violent jerks.
Caught up in the storm, I thrust harder and harder, sliding in and out of her slippery body until my body grinds to a sudden halt, and I shudder with a final, powerful release.
It’s the most intense feeling in the world shooting out of me and into her depths.
I had read things, seen things on television, even watched things on the internet, but nothing could prepare me for the sensation coursing through my veins as I emptied inside her.
It’s like all the electricity in my brain gathered in one place and then burst across it in an extraordinarily bright light.
I pant against her warm skin, not sure if I’m ever going to come down.
Finally, I collapse against her.
“Did I hurt you?” I finally manage to speak some words.
She shakes her head. “It was magical.”
When my breathing evens, I roll onto my back, pulling her with me so she settles onto my chest. With a whimper, she melts into me, content.
We lie like that for hours, staring up at the starlit night through the broken window, talking about our future and our dreams. And when our hands find one another again, and the touching gets to be too much, I make love to her once more. This time more frantically because despite the pain and sting of me entering her again, she begs me to fuck her harder and harder, her cries ringing out into the darkness before she comes beneath me with the sweetest cry on her lips.
“Let’s run away,” she murmurs against my chest afterward. “Just you and me. Let’s pack our bags and leave.”
“You really want to leave your parents behind?” I ask, tucking her long blonde hair over her bare shoulder.
“They’ll never accept you, Ares. They’re mean and prejudiced, and it scares me.” Tears well in her beautiful blue eyes. “I’d rather die than not be with you.”
“Don’t say that, baby.” I cup her jaw.
“It’s true. Truth be told, I hope you made me pregnant with your baby so we can run away and be a family. I want it all with you, everything.”
The idea of putting my baby inside her makes me hard.
But it’s getting late, and we have to leave before her parents get home from their church meeting and find her missing.
“I don’t want to let you go,” she says after we dress, and it’s time to leave.
“It’s only for a short while. When we finish school, we’ll leave this all behind. It will be just you and me.”
