Ruin (Kings of Carnage MC - Prospects Book 1)

by Hilary Storm

  I drop lower and take his cock above me in one hand, licking it from base to tip a few times while my other hand fondles his balls. Oh… he likes that.

  When he has his head thrown back in pleasure, I let my wet fingers roam and find his asshole, quickly slipping one finger inside. He freezes real quick, almost making me laugh out loud.

  “Relax for me. It’ll go better if you’re not tense.” I repeat his own words back to him and he becomes a solid statue. Locked up and afraid to move just like I was when he did the same to me. An eye for an eye, buddy. Or in this case and asshole for an asshole.

  “You’re gonna fuckin’ get it now.” I slide my finger in a little more and he grips my hair to hold me back from advancing any further. “Get your finger out of my ass, Tyra.”

  “Just breathe.” More of his own words used to torment him and make me smile.

  He manages to reach my neck and get a good enough grip to haul me up, forcing my entire body to rise and my hand to lose the torturous placement of a finger in his ass.

  “I’m gonna fuck you so hard for this.” His eyes are hooded, and his dick is now poking me below, letting me know I have him exactly where I want him.

  “Promises, promises.”

  Thank you for reading Ruin!

  I hope you loved it!

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  Kings of Carnage Series – Prospect Edition!

  But first… If you haven’t read Chaos, I’ve included the

  prologue next as a sample!

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  By Hilary Storm

  Prologue

  Cambri

  I’m going to die here.

  I jerk my head to the right the second I hear breathing in the room. “Why are you doing this?” My screams are muffled into moans as I attempt to speak around the ball gag strapped across my face. Why are you doing this? Saliva falls to the floor in a splash and the harsh silence fucks with my mind even more while my body is raked in shivers from the cold air on my naked skin.

  “Please.” Tears slide over my cheeks, each one chasing the last trying to escape the tight blindfold that’s securing the darkness. I wiggle and pull against the rope restraints holding my arms and ankles tightly in a way that I’m displayed as an ‘X’. My toes burn while I force myself to stay tall against my restraints, working to minimize the fire where the rope is twisting my skin.

  I’m not sure how long I’ve been hanging here, but my body tells me that it’s been long enough. I’ve never been more exposed in my entire life and coming to terms with what may happen to me is terrifying.

  It’s a few minutes before I hear any movement in the room and then the breathing gets closer. My skin erupts as a warm breeze hits my shoulder, my senses on full alert as I hope to gain an ounce of existence in this nightmare.

  If I could just see through the cloth tied around my head, then maybe I’d have a clue as to what’s happening. I try like hell to recognize something… a smell… anything giving me a clue as to who the person is behind the breathing against my ear. But I’m not picking up anything specifically familiar. A cologne I’ve never smelled mixed with a slight hint of smoke and alcohol overwhelms me just as the cold sends another shiver over my body.

  “Please.” I strain to speak again, only to release a babble of nonsense instead. A breeze of air brushes over my neck and I force myself to concentrate on everything I can, calming the chaos inside my mind just long enough to understand the reality. This is bad. Real bad.

  A deep breath against my other ear startles me, so I shift my head just enough to come in contact with a cheek full of beard. It’s for sure a man.

  He pulls away quickly when my face touches him, but I still get some information from that small encounter. I can tell he’s taller than I am by the way his head was leaning in toward my neck. His beard is full and longer than any man I can think of off the top of my head, except my friend’s brother and some of his friends.

  I push all the details I can get to the back of my mind, knowing I’ll take my time to analyze everything fully… if I get the chance later.

  “Why are you doing this?” I’m scared out of my mind, but still refuse to go down without a fight, so I scream around the gag. The ropes restrict the rest of my body from doing any harm, so all I’m left with is the hope that my mouth can get me out of here. Everything tells me it won’t be easy, but I won’t lay down and take whatever it is this man plans to do with me.

  I listen to his heavy footsteps leave the room; it’s obvious he wants me to hear him. The door slams closed, and a click of the lock verifies that I’m isolated, just as I imagined.

  Panic sets in as I allow myself to understand the probability of me surviving this is very slim. People don’t live to tell stories like this… this right here is straight out of the crime stories I always avoid hearing about on the news.

  The disturbing behavior of an insane person may intrigue some people, but I’d just as soon stay clear of the psychos of this world and have always worked hard to make sure I wasn’t in the path of someone like this.

  I never walk alone at night. I always lock my doors and even check in with my best friend after work every day just to make sure she’s safe. It’s something I’ve always done. I’m the cautious one… so how in the hell has something bad like this happened to me?

  My mind is flooded with the possibilities of who it could be, attempting to ignore the pain I’m in or the fact that I’m completely bared naked for anyone to see and do whatever they want to. I’m absolutely vulnerable… and I can’t stand that.

  The click of the lock pulls me from all thought and my senses heighten the second he opens the door. One… two… three… four… five steps until he stops. He doesn’t make an effort to sneak in this time and is loud about setting something down on what sounds like a wooden surface. I hear his frustration in his exhale as he walks closer to me. One… two… three… four more steps until I feel his breath on my face. I count on purpose, trying to get a mental picture of where I’m at.

  His rough fingers grip the strap on my face, roughly sliding it down until my jaw is free of restraint; the ball gag hits my chin before he pulls it away. He grips my cheeks together forcing my mouth to remain open and I know with everything inside me he is literally an inch from my face, inspecting and watching for me to make a wrong move.

  “Take this.” He drops a pill on my tongue and before I know what’s happening, he’s pouring water in my mouth. Thrashing my head back and forth, desperately working to break free from his hold, I gag until he releases me and I spit out the water.

  His grip on my cheeks tightens before I can comprehend the size of the pill or what he could possibly be forcing me to take. “You will take this fucking pill if I have to fight you all night and make you take it.” I don’t recognize his voice, but then again, he’s angry.

  “Please. Don’t.”

  He holds my mouth open, even though I’m fighting like crazy with the few inches I have to thrash. He manages to tilt my head back just enough to drop it deep in my throat before he pours more water, then pinches my nose closed and effectively forces me to swallow. “Next time, someone might make you pay for a stunt like that,” he speaks against my cheek. His lips brush my skin with every word, sending chills of disgust over my entire body while nausea sets in my stomach.

  I cry and cough, grasping to regain my senses as he puts the gag back in my mouth to silence me again. The coldness of my body as he walks away is a welcome pain, and something I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to.

  “It’s for your own good,” his deep voice sounds more distant and I imagine him not even looking back as he disregards me and walks out the door. Nine steps until he’s gone again. Nine steps until I clo
se my eyelids under the blindfold and squeeze out the tears, only to have them pool even faster and fill my eyes once again.

  It’s hard to have any hope as I hang in the cold silence. I just can’t get past the feeling that I’ve seen the last bit of light I’ll ever see, and I find myself praying that I’ll be able to handle the pain I’m sure to face. The uncertainty is definitely fucking with my mind, but there’s one thing that keeps playing over and over in my head...

  I’m going to die here.

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  STERLING

  By Sapphire Knight

  Chapter 1

  When a man says he’ll do anything for a woman,

  he means fight bad guys and kill stormtroopers,

  not vacuum or wash dishes.

  -Yoda Meme

  Sterling

  I open the thin door of my trailer, stepping back with it. The stairs leading up are rickety and don’t have a railing. I should nail together a few two-by-fours or something, but I keep forgetting. It’s usually not a big deal unless I’m hammered off my ass from partying with Ruin. I’m shirtless in a pair of gray sweatpants, having been chilling on the couch fucking around on my cell. My DMs have been blowing up since going into the porn business. Granted, no one knows my true identity. Can’t have that being affiliated with the club. Regardless, thirsty bitches have been hitting up my fake profile left and right.

  I meet the tearful blue gaze belonging to Leigh, Ruin's younger sister. She’s torn up over something and it has a protective streak rearing inside me. She’s not a crier. She hasn’t been since she was a kid and we teased her relentlessly. Her irises flick over me briefly before her tormented gaze lands on mine. She’s been crying for a while. “Sterling,” falls from her lips in a broken whisper. The sound wounds me.

  Fuck.

  “Can I come in?” she asks after a beat of me staring, unsure of what to do with her. It’s not a true question. She’s always welcome here, as is Ruin, and she knows as much.

  I take another step back, offering her more room. I expect her to trail past me to the couch, maybe snatch up the remote or grab a drink from the fridge. I’m stunned when she approaches me, wrapping her arms around my bare torso. She buries her head under my chin and sobs. I enclose my arms around her in a hug, squeezing her to my frame. Leigh is never this emotional and it has me at a loss of what to do.

  My brow scrunches as I stare out the open door. “Leigh?” I have no idea what to think. Is someone hurt? “Is Ruin all right? What’s going on?” He was fine earlier. I’d spoken to him, of course, making sure they didn’t need me at the club. We never go long without hitting each other up.

  She nods, tears tracking over her high cheekbones. “He’s fine,” she sniffles. “With his chick.”

  “Your parents?” I ask to be sure.

  “E-everyone’s okay. They’re just busy.” Her shoulders bounce with the shrug. Leigh’s the club princess, No one is ever too busy for her. She’s too kindhearted to want to put anyone out over her feelings, so she doesn’t bother them. She’s not fooling me with her excuses.

  I exhale in some small dose of relief. It still doesn’t explain why she’s so torn up and here at my place. “Talk to me. You’ve got my head spinnin’.” She’s covered in tears and dirt, and it has me ready to lose my shit. I keep one arm around her shoulders while closing the door behind her. “Let’s sit.” I nod to the couch and lead her to it. She perches on the edge, close enough our knees nearly brush, never breaking my gaze.

  “I was walking Duke.” Her voice cuts out at the mention of her dog. She swallows, drawing in a quick breath, then continues, “A-and a car came around the curve in the road.”

  No. This can’t be where I think it’s headed. Fuck. Chaos should be the one sitting in my spot right now, or even Ruin…but here I am. Christ, this will no doubt have to be dealt with, and I’m not exactly in the position to be calling any shots when it comes to her.

  “He was on his leash, not that he ever needed it.”

  I nod, aware of his training, and to keep her going. My chest is tight inside, my gut flipping. If she’s this messed up, whatever happened damn sure isn’t anything good and I know I won’t like it. Leigh may not be my sister or my girl, but she’s important to me. She always has been.

  “I moved off the road, but the car swerved towards us. T-they hit my Duke.” Her lip does this little tremble and it cuts me deep.

  “Motherfucker,” I breathe the curse angrily. My jaw clenches as my teeth grit to hold back the demands I want to make. I need to know who the fuck this was and how I can find them. What happens after that is between me, them, and my maker.

  “I screamed at them, and then at Duke as well, once I realized he wasn’t moving.” She’s shedding more tears and my chest aches at her being this torn up. She loved that fucking dog, Chaos had him specially trained to protect her, along with everything else.

  “You get a plate number or anything specific about the vehicle?” I need every ounce of information she’s got. There’s no way this was merely a coincidental accident. Could it be someone after family members of the club? Were they after her specifically, being she’s prez’s daughter? We already had to worry over Tyra. Thankfully, Poe and Ruin are able to help protect her.

  “I know who it was,” she admits, teeth sinking into her lower lip. She bites down on the rosy, swollen, plump flesh before sharing, “It was Bruce Darington.”

  Oh. I know Bruce all right. We went to school with the motherfucker. I was a year older than him and Ruin, but I was around when he tried starting shit with Ru. It didn’t work out so well for him when my best friend laid into his ass. Looks like I’ll be getting my turn as well after this bullshit. There’s no way in hell he’ll get off scot-free without feeling the repercussions. I’ll see to it myself. I may be a prospect, my ass belonging to the club, but it doesn’t mean I can’t cave somebody’s face in for some bullshit.

  “This is wrong, Leigh. You shouldn’t have had to deal with this, especially not alone.” I reach out, taking her fingers in mine, and lightly squeeze in comfort. “Let’s load up, Boo. I’ll go with you to where Duke’s at and help you bury him. I know you loved him and it’s only right we bury him so you have a spot for him. I won’t leave you alone through this, you have my word.”

  Her chin wobbles and I can no longer take it. I lean in, wrapping her in my embrace once more. She shakes her head. “I already took care of it.”

  I pull back enough to stare down at her adorable dirt-smudged face. I use my thumb to swipe it away from her cheek. “You dug the hole and buried your dog by yourself?”

  She nods. This chick blows my fucking mind, I swear.

  “Fuck.” She’s so goddamn strong. She’d have to be, coming from Chaos, and then having Ruin for a brother, but damn, this is next-level bad bitch. “I would’ve helped you.” I give her another squeeze and drop my arms. “Anytime when it comes to something like this.”

  “I wanted to do it. I needed the time with him so I could say good-bye.”

  “You didn’t hurt yourself?” Digging a hole for that big-ass dog is no joke. She’s lucky if she didn’t pull something. I have to make sure she’s not physically injured, first and foremost.

  “No. I’m okay,” she says with a yawn and swipes at the wetness coating her cheeks.

  “How about we watch a movie. I don’t want you alone right now.” I lightly graze her cheek. “You’ve got a bit of dirt here,” I mention since it still hasn’t come off. She’s kinda fucking adorable with it, and I shouldn’t be thinking of her in that sense. She’s Ruin’s sister, not some normal chick.

  “Okay, can I clean up? And can we watch it in your room? Your couch is too small for both of us.”

  “Sure. What are you in the mood for?”

  “How about ‘Homefront’? I could use some action.”

  I take her words in a different manner but refrain from teasing her. Now’s obviously not the time for it. Besi
des, I don’t want to make her uncomfortable in that sense.

  “You got it. I’ll set it all up.” I head for my bedroom while she goes to my bathroom.

  I’m lying on my bed, movie paused, texting Ruin that Leigh’s here with me and asking if he knows Bruce’s address when she climbs in bed beside me. I hit play and toss my phone to the side before looking up. Her hair’s twisted in a towel that’s arranged on top of her head, with another towel wrapped around her naked body.

  I swallow, throat drier than a moment ago. “Uh,” I manage, my voice coming out gruff.

  She offers a small smile. “My clothes are filthy. Can I borrow something?”

  My head jerks. I cough out, “Sure. Anything.”

  She heads for my closet, rifling through it. After a beat, she takes out one of my favorite shirts and pulls it over her head, the towel leaves her body once my shirt reaches the bottom of her ass cheeks. My cock begins to harden so I frog my leg, yelping into my pillow. It’s the only thing I can do at this moment that’ll work quickly, aside from hitting my dick.

  She glances over her shoulder, asking, “You okay?” Then proceeds to pull a pair of my sweatpants over her shapely thighs.

  Do women not have any idea how goddamn sexy they are when they wear our clothes? Christ Almighty, this chick is going to be the death of me and I haven’t even done anything!

  “Fine. Muscle spasm, from riding my 750 too much,” I mutter, blaming my motorcycle, but she’s already distracted. She riffles through my basket of clean clothes, grabbing some socks before making her way to my bed. She sits on the side, pulling socks on her feet, while I stare at her like a psycho dipshit who's never been around a chick before. I do porn, for fuck’s sake, and yet here I am getting a stiffy over my best friend's sister I’ve known my entire life. Real fucking smart, said no one ever.