Riding Darkness (Back Down Devil MC #4.5)(18)

His hands moved from her ass to her breasts. He cupped them, pressed them together and pulled Brooke down. The tip of his tongue was a razor, cutting up and down on her nipples. The pulses of pleasure were threatening climax. Brooke wanted to tell Ares to slow down, but there was no slowing. His hands slid around to her back and her breasts were in his face, dancing for him.

That’s when Brooke started to come. The orgasm was so intense, it left Brooke frozen and shaking. But Ares was right there, his amazing body thrusting over and over, keeping the climax alive.

Brooke’s hands went up Ares’s shirt even more. She felt ridges that weren’t muscle. Her eyes looked down and with his shirt up, Brooke saw a scar on Ares’s chest. It was a long scar, running from what looked like his left shoulder down to just under his right nipple.

When Brooke looked at Ares again, his teeth were gritted. And he was angry. His hands went to her thighs and squeezed. He sped up again and there was no slowing him. Brooke felt him thick and ready to go. Brooke lifted up on her knees and gave Ares room to f*ck her. The sound of his body slamming against her wetness echoed in the room. Brooke reached forward for the headboard on the bed and hung on the best she could.

The wild ride lasted another minute or so before Ares suddenly slowed. He thrust up once, twice, his hands gripping so hard to Brooke’s legs, it hurt. He then pulled back and was out of Brooke’s body. She looked down and saw his beautiful cock throbbing as he started to come. She then lowered her body to his and started to rock up and back, rubbing the bottom of his shaft on her stomach.

Ares groaned and hissed as he came. His hands were at Brooke’s ass and remained there until he was completely finished. He then threw Brooke off him and moved from the bed. He stood up, letting his pants drop. She watched in wild awe as Ares stripped himself naked. He kept his back to her and only looked over his shoulder when he got to the bathroom door.

“I’m showering,” Ares said. “Get in here so I can talk to you. Then we’ll eat.”

“Ares… what was that scar…”

“We’re not f*cking talking about a scar,” Ares growled.

He walked into the bathroom and Brooke sat there, alone, trying to catch her breath. She looked down to her messy body and she started to shiver. She touched her chest, tracing a line just like she had felt and seen on Ares’s chest.

What the f*ck happened to him?





thirteen.



Ares let the water consume his body. He put his head back and closed his eyes. He soaped himself up and rinsed off. When his fingers touched his chest, he growled. He hated touching the scar. He hated looking at the scar. That was why he always left at least a shirt on when he f*cked a woman. Because he hated the reaction and then the questions that came with it.

Now it was even worse that beautiful Brooke had seen it.

It was worse because part of him wanted to tell her. If she wanted to know the truth, then fine. Fuck it. Maybe it would make her smarten up and get the f*ck out of the life she was living. Running around with her damn brother in some kind of illegal gambling thing.

The bathroom door opened and shut. Ares looked down and saw his cock throb, just by the sound of Brooke entering the bathroom. That’s how fast she got to him.

“Can you hear me?” Ares asked.

“Yes.”

“What do you know about your brother?”

“Armen? Why?”

“You’re here because of him. He put you in danger. He’s an enemy to his club. Do you not understand that, darling?”

There was no response.

Ares poked his head out of the shower curtain and saw Brooke sitting on the bathroom sink, naked. Her hands gripped the front of the sink and her beautiful breasts just hung there.

She turned her head and looked at Ares. “Are you going to kill me?”

“I don’t want to,” Ares said. “But I need the truth.”

“It started when my parents were murdered. I found them. They were shot to death. A bullet in each of their heads. Right away, Armen grabbed me and told me we had to run. That the men who killed our parents were coming for us. I didn’t know what to do. So I ran with him. We went for a few days and then ran out of money. Armen loved to gamble. He was pretty good at it, but I fear he’s nothing but a cheater. That’s when he started setting up underground gambling events. He’d find places with rich men or crews like you’re in…”

“And what did he do?” Ares asked.

“He let them play and stole what he could. He had a knack to it all. Pitting enemies against each other. Letting things get hot, but never boiling over like what happened here.”

“Back Down Devil doesn’t f*ck around in their town,” Ares said. “They are the law.”

“I’m sure Armen knows that now.”

“Well, it’s too late, darling. There are a lot of people who want to kill your brother. Probably you too. This club is included on that long list now. You can’t just run from this.”

“That’s what Armen does. He tells me we need the cash to stock up on weapons to fight back when they come… they being the people who killed our parents.”

“You believe him? You trust him?”

Brooke swallowed and looked down. “I don’t know. I lost my parents. They were good people. Armen was never a good person. But they were murdered. Armen swore he’d love me and protect me. So I ran with him. And each time I thought we were done or I could find a way out, something happened.”