The Dark Kingdom Anthology

by Krissy V et al.

  Ruby moves her hand to my jeans to push the button, pulls down the zipper, pulls out my hard cock.

  “Fuck,” I say, gasping. I move my hands to the her back to unfasten her bra. The black bra drops, and I stare at her perfect breasts. My mouth waters, and I lean down to take her tight nipple in my mouth growling.

  “Alek, I need you now,” Ruby moans, grasping my cock to rub against her aching flesh.

  I push off my pants and thrust inside my pussy.

  “Alek,” Ruby yells. I take her mouth to swallow her screams as I pound into her. I can’t stop the wild need to fuck her, to punish her for all of the hurt, to love her.

  Our tongues spar, tease, and our teeth clash as we try to take more.

  I’m so far gone; my hand moves to rub her swollen flesh. We fall over the edge as one soul, one heart.

  Our hearts race, we gasp for breath, holding each other tight.

  “Princess, I’m not letting you go now or ever,” I whisper into her ear.

  “I love you Alec,” Ruby says, moving her lips down my neck.

  “I love you Princess,” I say, shuddering I kiss her, feeling her soul, her light.

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  Prologue

  “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”

  This pitiful source of an inspirational quote can be found on any social media site and is usually beneath a picture of a freaking fluffy kitten. Like a ball of fluff can make it all better!

  It’s pure bullshit, the lock to your very own Pandora's box. What doesn’t kill you makes you weaker! It twists you up, eats at the anger. It cuts you open, letting the darkness seep in. One slow cut at a time- your personal brand of torture. Until one day you look in the mirror and see you’ve become the monster. You’re the one standing in their blood, drowning in their tears. Hearing their pleas for mercy.

  The person that stands by your side and wipes away the invisible tears and hears your silent screams. The one who loves those scars, and faults, each and every jagged edge. These are the ones that strengthen you.

  Every story has two sides, you’ve heard his before.

  Now it’s time for mine.

  It’s not pretty, and it’s no fairy-tale.

  Full of blood-soaked betrayal, it will break open your chest and pull out your beating heart.

  We will find love and lose it.

  Blood will be shed, lives lost.

  We will be brought to our knees, to rise once again.

  Chapter One

  I don’t know when I fell in love with Beau- ‘Cub’- King. Maybe that was it? I was born loving him… I had no choice. Not loving him would hurt a lot less.

  Cub is the son of Marty- ‘Beast’- King. The legendary President of The Hells Beast motorcycle club. He’d built his monarchy on the south western side of the US state of Arizona. Burning heat as if we were in hell itself, covered in red sands.

  It’s the place you’d expect to find cowboys riding stallions, belonging in one of those old western films. Not the place you would find the mother chapter of the most notorious 1 percent Biker club.

  Our clubhouse is on two levels, and it used to be an old motel back in the day. Sandy colour bricks make it disappear almost into the background. It has seven front-facing windows, and the old sign has been replaced by our own.

  A metal barrier surrounds us, twisted in a razor ribbon. Twenty-four steel horses are parked outside, their metalwork gleaming in the midday sun.

  The place always smelt of sex, weed, leather, and whiskey, tainted in danger. It’s my favourite smell in the entire world… home.

  The front half of the building is open plan, a large room with a mix match of tables and chairs dotted around. This is where the brothers of the Hells play cards, where the banter is always loud, boisterous and filled with life. Usually, more than a dozen brothers are hanging around in here. A bar runs down the left-hand side, with marks in the wood from brothers past and present. Behind the bar stands the Hells emblem - painted on the wall a few years ago by a brother named Sketch. Matching flags hang from the ceiling, and next to the bar is a door to the large kitchen, all-metal and steel and with enough food to feed an army. Next, is the small hospital room containing a bed and expensive medical equipment, ready to treat anyone at a moment's notice.

  On the opposite side of the room are Beast’s office and the security room. Then you have the heart of the club, two wooden doors… a skull head carved into the thick oak. Church, but not one where you went to confess your sins or pray to a god that ruled the skies… it was where the club business took place. A room that hides a million secrets.

  The front led into a back room, three pool tables and a stripper pole. It’s where most of the club’s girls- Cumbuckets- hang out, waiting for a brother to click his fingers. Cumbuckets weren’t a part of the club, I guess if you had to name them, you’d call them whores, the brother's playthings, bed warmers. They were not held against their will and could leave at any time. They wanted this life, they all had stars in their eyes and hoped a brother would claim them… put their mark on them. That would never happen. To the brothers they were a place to chuck their muck, pump and dump. Yeah, they had their favourites, but it meant nothing.

  The second level was kept as rooms, nothing fancy, a bed, wardrobe, desk and a bathroom with toilet and shower.

  The higher members stayed here:

  President - Beast

  VP- Liam - Cross - Stone

  Enforcer, - Matthew- Pope - Day

  Road captain- Dallas- Red- Key

  Beast's brother - Caine- Slasher- King.

  Cub and I were included, of course. My mom was a club girl and was beautiful back in the day. Long golden hair that reached down her back, sun-kissed golden skin. Cat shaped blue eyes with the thickest dark lashes. She’s never hidden the fact that she doesn’t know who my father is. Being a club girl, she was shared around, and it could've been any of the brothers. When no brother came forward to claim her, they took a vote. The club claimed me, and I’m treated the same as the rest of the biker brats.

  I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, this is home. I love the brothers, the club, everything about it.

  The rest of the brothers and club girls stay in caravans outside.

  I walk outside, sweat glistens my skin, the heat of the sun burning down. Laughter floats across from the garages where they run the illegit business. Horse and Tigger were already prospecting as soon as they hit their 18th birthday’s four months ago. Cub is the same age as me, so he’s got another two years yet. Just because he’s the Beast’s son, it doesn’t give him a free pass, he has to show his worth, and one day all this will belong to him. Cub is so much like his dad, even at sixteen, you can see that he isn’t like the other boys our age. There’s an intensity behind his eyes that grows every day… a danger in him that escapes his pores. Kids older than him at school fear him, stay out of his way. He doesn’t answer to anyone, walks to his own beat and fuck anyone who doesn’t like it. He doesn’t see danger; instead, he grabs his dick and tells the whole world to suck it… laughs in the face of fear. Cub is also my best friend. He’s an arsehole, has a tongue as sharp as a whip and a fierce fist, but I can see beneath all that to the boy behind the mask. He’s loyal to a fault; he loves his dad. Would do anything for the club, the brothers including me. I watch as Sadie, Horse’s cousin walks over, twisting her dark hair, putting extra sway into her step when she notices Cub is with them. My stomach twists as I watch her approach, her little cut off shorts and tight top showing off her large tits. I look down at my clothes, black ripped jeans, old rock top that hangs off my shoulder and the biker boots Cub bought me last year. I’ll never be that fancy girl. My platinum blonde hair always looks like I’ve just got out of bed, the only makeup I wear is black eyeliner that makes my green eyes brighter. Just as I’m about to turn, I hear my name, and I can’t help but smile when
I see Cub racing across the grass towards me.

  His dirty blonde hair, shaved at the sides but long on top makes him look edgy, his youth is disappearing fast, under a strong jaw-line and defined cheekbones. His shoulders are getting wider, and his lanky frame turning to defined muscles. New ink is appearing on his skin, and I know that I only have a few more years with him before I lose him to the club.

  He stops in front of me with his famous smirk tilting his lips, amber eyes look down at me. They catch the light like the flames of hell, and I can almost feel the burn… surrounded by midnight black lashes that only emphasize the colour and shape.

  “Meet me at 9 tonight.” It wasn’t a question, but I can’t help but groan.

  “They’ve only just forgotten the last time we got out.”

  Cub and I had rules to follow, we weren’t allowed out without a guard - the royal pain in our arse, Lewis, that Beast has made our very own babysitter. And we weren’t allowed out after dark. Last time we were caught down by the lakes and escorted home to receive a dressing down from Cross and Beast.

  His lips twitch as he pulls out two tickets.

  “Then I guess I have to find someone else to come to the concert,” he shudders, putting them back in his pocket.

  “How did you get them?”

  His smirk turns to one of his rare smiles. “Slasher got them, so Baby Girl, are you coming? It would suck without my best friend.” Slasher is Cubs uncle and always helps us break the rules or tells us about someplace we’re not allowed to go to. I couldn’t say no, and all thought of any trouble we might get into disappears.

  “Yes!”

  Chapter Two

  Come on.” I look down to see Cub trying to hide a smirk as the plastic pole creaks underneath my every movement. I wasn’t ten anymore, and misjudging the last bit I drop to the floor with a thud, hearing him trying to muffle a laugh. Bastard.

  He offers his hand, knowing I’ll never take it. I brush down my jeans.

  Before I can curse him out, he pulls us into the shadows and places a hand over my mouth.

  “Shhh ” His warm breath whispers across my cool skin, sending a shiver down my spine as he presses tighter against my body. It's then I notice how hard his muscles are, the way they fit against my soft curves, mould us together. We stare at each other, I watch as his tongue comes out, wetting his lips before he bites the edges, the amber eyes on fire and burning across my skin. A noise catches my attention, and I watch as two prospects come out of the clubhouse, jogging down the steps to their bikes.

  “I heard Pop on the phone, they’re leaving for the night.”

  Soon the rest of the club comes out like a pack, and they move as one. Beast is at the front and leads. His hair hangs to his shoulders, dirty blonde and amber eyes that seem to know and see everything. At that moment, he looks to the shadows where we are hiding. We both hold our breath at almost getting caught. I don’t miss the smirk twisted on Cubs’ lip. I shake my head with my own lips tilting behind his hand. It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve crawled out the windows to escape and get up to things we shouldn’t. We are teenagers, we’re meant to be reckless. We stay in the shadows as the air fills will the familiar roar as the bikes start up, staying hidden until the sound quietens, and we both let out a breath.

  Cubs eyes come back to me trapped in his gaze, I lick his hand, making him remove it from my mouth. He grabs my hand, entwining our fingers.

  “Come on.” We run along together, away from the lights of the clubhouse.

  “So, where are we going?” I ask, not that it mattered as I would follow him anywhere.

  “The Zombie Tombstones are playing in an old warehouse across town.” I stop dead, jolting him to a stop as he looks over his shoulder at me. A smile lights up my face, they were my favourite band, and I run, jumping on him and sending him back with a thud. His laughter rings out, cutting through the dark sky. I straddle him, and before I can think what I’m doing, I lean down to kiss his lips, a simple peck. Only this time something stirs in my stomach. I can’t seem to look away… have a sudden urge to kiss him again, pet him, nuzzle into his neck as I run my fingers through his dirty blonde hair.

  “Where do you think you two are going?”

  I groan at the voice, Cub’s bodyguard, shadow and a royal pain in the arse.

  “Lewis” Cub growls, his lips lifting into a snarl. I scramble off him, feeling my cheeks heat.

  We’ve got to lose him, they’ll never let us go to a warehouse, packed with people without an army beside us. Being a part of Hells means we have enemies, all lying in the grass waiting for us. We’re not kids, Cub’s uncle Slash is the only one who allows us to run off. I’m sixteen, not some kid! We both know how to protect ourselves; I even have a pink gun called Bettie. Slash must be riding with the brothers tonight, or he would help us escape.

  I look over at Cub, a mischievous grin playing at my lips as I walk towards Lewis. I’ve seen him looking at my tits more than once, and, as predicted, his eyes go straight to the girls. Acting like one of the girls from the club, I twist my hair around a finger, ignoring the low growl coming from behind me.

  “We’re just going to sit and watch the stars.” My voice is sweet enough to give you a toothache. I watch as Lewis's eyes shift between us. A grin slides onto his face, and he lifts a brow.

  “Young love” he smirks.

  “Do you want me to be wearing your balls as earrings,” I growl, baring my teeth.

  Being brought up in the club, I know all about sex… it wasn’t hidden… Lewis grins at my answer.

  “The whole club knows one day it will happen, you two have been inseparable from birth.” His grin widens.

  “Fuck off! She’s my best friend! Ask Hayley.” I turn to see Cub smirking, as I narrow my eyes on him. Hayley is Lewis's niece and two years older than us. She wasn’t brought up in the club, so, she’s not a club brat like us. Everyone knows she wants in - wants a brother to stamp a patch on her.

  Lewis curses, his eyes narrow, lip curling up.

  “Watch your mouth, boy, you want to act like a man.” Cub stands forward, nose to nose with him.

  “Lewis” We hear a distant voice, making us all turn to see a police cruiser outside the gates. They’re always sniffing around and trying to use some bullshit excuse to get in. I watch as Jason gets out, he’s on the Hells payroll. Cursing, Lewis looks back at us.

  “Stay in the compound.”

  He gives us one more look before jogging over to the gates.

  Cub grabs my hand, and we run, our deep laughter cutting through the night, as we go to the back of the property, slipping through the hole in the metal fencing.

  His bike is already waiting, her metalwork gleaming in the moonlight.

  I watch as he throws his leg over, flexing his fingers over the handlebars, and looking as wild as the ride. I get on behind him, we’ve done this so many times. His hand twists, bringing the bike to life, a roar filling the night sky like a wolf to the moon. As I wrap my arms tight around his waist, we pull off just in time to see Lewis and a few brothers run towards us. I lift my finger in the air, hearing a burst of deep laughter in front of me. I throw my head back, the wind blowing through my hair, a smile at my lips.

  Chapter Three

  The ride ends too soon, I always love being on a bike. The thrill it gives you, almost as if you’re flying. I look around and see the place is packed. Guys hanging around drinking, laughing. The smell of weed fills the air, and a chill runs through me, making me shiver. The fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end… something feels not quite right.

  “Ready?” I turn to Cub, a smirk playing at his lips that spells trouble. Dirty blonde hair shaved at the sides. His big eyes are almond-shaped, lined with the blackest of lashes… as if he’s wearing eyeliner. Flames dancing behind the amber… a black colour, circling the edges.

  His shoulders have widened, waist narrowed as defined muscle appear and make him look so much like his father, almost reach
ing his height at 6 foot. Beast was one scary mother fucker. No one wanted to cross him, and Cub held that same intensity. Danger and threat escape their pores. Kings of our world.

  I could have punched Lewis in the dick earlier for saying about loving each other. I know he didn’t mean to hurt me, but his words were a blade that ran across my heart., Cub isn’t just my best friend, he’s something different. The sight of him makes my stomach twist and heavy. The way he smells makes my mouth water and want to get as close to him as I can, rub my cheek against him… nuzzle into him, lick every inch of his body.

  Being his best friend, I knew he didn’t respect girls, he’s a pump and dump ‘em kind of guy. All the brothers were, why stick to one when they have all the free pussy, they could ever need with the Cumbuckets! As we grew older, I knew it would get worse, Cub was already involved with the club business. As soon as he turned eighteen, I would lose him to the club, he would prospect and then become a brother. I wasn’t the girl who could sit back and watch her man step over her.

  I blink to see him clicking his fingers, a frown pulled between his brows, “Hey, you okay?” My foolish heart clenches at the worry in his voice, everyone knows him as a bastard. He doesn’t care what he says, or to whom... didn’t dance to the beat of anyone's drum apart from his own. He’s wild, untameable, has fought his way through life, stood up to everyone, and told the devil to suck his dick.

  “Yeah, sorry - zoned out there.”

  His features relax, as he chucks his arm around my shoulder, bringing me close to his side. My stomach twists as his lips press against my temple.

  Walking into the warehouse, I look up at him to see his eyes narrowed, lips pulled into a tight line as the arm around my neck tightens. The place is packed, he lifts his head looking around before pushing through the crowd. A few people turn to watch Cub, dressed in a black leather jacket and t-shirt, ripped jeans and biker boots. Ink already covers his arms… grim reapers, skulls, dragons and fire. His brow and lip are pierced, and he wears silver rings on his fingers. He looks intimidating, and I know it’s the look in his eyes that makes them take a step back as if the devil himself was behind them. Finally, we reach a small opening at the front of the stage.