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  Jinx

  Kings of Carnage MC

  Chelsea Camaron

  Contents

  Jinx

  Content Warning

  Production Acknowledgements

  Stay up to date

  Also in this series:

  Playlist Repeats

  Introduction

  Prologue

  1. Jinx

  2. Talia

  3. Jinx

  4. Talia

  5. Jinx

  6. Talia

  7. Jinx

  8. Talia

  9. Jinx

  10. Talia

  11. Jinx

  12. Talia

  13. Jinx

  14. Talia

  The End

  You made it to the end!

  About the Author

  Also by Chelsea Camaron

  Excerpt from North by M.N. Forgy

  Copyright © 2020 M.N. Forgy

  North

  Jinx

  Kings of Carnage MC

  Written By

  USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author

  Chelsea Camaron

  Copyright © 2020 Chelsea Camaron 2020

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of Chelsea Camaron, except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976.

  This is a work of fiction. All character, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  1st edition published: April 30, 2020

  Thank you for purchasing this book. This book and its contents are the copyrighted property of the author, and may not be reproduced, copied, and distributed for commercial or non-commercial purposes.

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  Content Warning

  This book contains mature content not suitable for those under the age of 18. Content involves strong language, violence, and sexual situations. All parties portrayed in sexual situations are over the age of 18. All characters are a work of fiction.

  This book is a work of fiction meant to entertain.

  *** Warning: This book contains graphic situations that may be a trigger for some readers. Please understand this is a work of fiction and not meant to offend or misrepresent any situations. This is not a true depiction of life in a motorcycle club but rather a work of fiction meant to entertain. There is quite a bit of violence, so if that’s not what you’re looking for, then please don’t read. ***

  Production Acknowledgements

  Editing by: Asli Fratarcangeli from EL Edits and Mandy Smith from Raw Book Editing

  Author Lifesaving Critique Partner: Ryan Michele

  Beta Readers: Jenn, Cola, Suzanne, and Aunt Jan, thank you for cleaning up my crazy.

  Author M.N. Forgy: Thank you for asking me to join you in this project. You truly are amazing and so talented; I devour your words. I am honored to be part of this with you and the others participating.

  Cover Design: CT Cover Creations

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  Also in this series:

  Chaos by Hilary Storm

  Bash by Sapphire Knight

  Jinx by Chelsea Camaron

  North by M.N. Forgy

  Bouncer by Kim Jones

  Sly by Nicole James

  Dedication

  To the lost: sometimes we have to wait for life’s timing to figure out that we have always been exactly where we were supposed to be. There is a lesson in everything. The good, the bad, the ugly, and even the moments full of shame all happen for a reason. Don’t feed the war in your head, be patient and keep on chugging.

  Playlist Repeats

  Find me on Spotify for the full playlist I used while working on this project!

  Hands down the theme song for this book is:

  Yelawolf (featuring Kid Rock) Get Mine

  Key artists on repeat:

  Papa Roach (as always)

  Eminem (as always)

  Memphis May Fire

  Shinedown

  Falling in Reverse

  Introduction

  If it doesn’t concern the Kings of Carnage Motorcycle Club, then it isn’t my business.

  Nothing, and I mean, nothing matters but the Kings. As Road Captain my life is about the ride.

  She doesn’t belong in my world. Then again, if you ask her, she doesn’t belong anywhere. Catching outTalia Peppertree lives her life from one ride to the next … train rides that is. Her life is rail hopping, and somehow, she lands in rural Georgia.

  Stealing rides seems to be more than her pastime.

  When she steals my truck, she enters my world in a way I don’t intend to let her off the hook for.

  As much as she infuriates me, she intrigues me.

  She’s fearless in a way that frustrates me. She’s hot in a way that I can’t stop thinking about. The more time I spend with her, the more I crave her.

  As everything from Talia’s rail-life falls off track, I have this primal urge to protect and punish her.

  I don’t know her history, and I don’t care. Bottom line, she stole more than my truck, she claimed my very soul. She’s mine, and I’m not letting her slip away, no matter the cost.

  Prologue

  Jinx

  “The greatest education in the world is watching masters at work.” Michael Jackson – although I doubt this is what he meant, Jinx

  The pavement rolls underneath me as I leave Uprising, Georgia in the rearview. The burning desire to feel the wind against my skin has me more than ready to hit the open highway. My sunglasses remain in place as daylight gives way to the evening dusk and then into the darkness of night. I’m used to the adjustments in lighting, so this is nothing new.

  Sometimes the walls close in and I have to ride out the battle raging in my mind. As the miles pass by, I lose myself in the vibration of the machine under me. The fall chill to the air hits my exposed face, reminding me I’m alive. I don’t know how to explain it, but there is something about the highway under me and the air surrounding me that I feel every beat of my heart like never before. Each breath I inhale is another reminder I’m still kicking.

  In a matter of hours, I cross into Alabama, heading to the place. One of my favorite spots for both business and pleasure.

  An industrial park with a hidden gem inside is my target for the evening. A true gift for a man like me. Rolling to a stop beside a bike I instantly recognize, I drop my kickstand and kill the engine. Removing my lid, I secure the helmet to my bike before I head to the entrance. With a nod to Apollo as he opens the door, I enter the domain.

  Inside, the space is blacked out with only the neon blue lights overhead as crown molding to guide you into the recesses of the building. The hallway opens to a common area with a bar dead-center with the same neon lights set as under-glow for the bar top. Casually, people meander around looking for their potential mate for the evening. The air is full of lust and power. The hedonistic desires in me only climb higher and higher.

  Knowing what lies beyond this open space, I make my way deeper into the den without a s
ingle word to anyone. Making a right down a corridor, I follow a path I have taken many times before. The green light over the door illuminates, and instantly, my heart thumps harder and faster in my chest. Opening the door, I enter the private room, finding it completely empty.

  Just the way I prefer to start.

  Flipping the lock to the door followed by the light switch for the outside bulb, I make my presence known to any passersby before I press the button on the wall to lift the frost over the glass of the front wall. That single switch for the outside bulb changes it from the green light to join the room to a red light meaning occupied and unavailable.

  The eight by ten space of the room is filled only with a single leather loveseat along with a side table centered in the room. The walls to the left and right are painted in a matte black so the red neon lights that create a molding around the ceiling don’t create any glare off the walls. The bulkhead in front of me is solid glass. The seamless composite of material gives me a clear view to the show ahead. With the press of a single button on the wall, the glass goes from frosted over, preventing visibility, to a glorious scene of uninhabited adult desires unleashed before me. Like a two-way mirror, I can see to the scene in front of me, but still remain anonymous.

  Voyeurism: the practice of gaining sexual pleasure from watching others when they are naked or engaged in sexual activity.

  My brand of kink comes in watching. This facility satisfies my every desire.

  Settling in on the couch, my sunglasses remain in place. Black wrap frames around black polarized lenses. Regardless of the fact that the glass prevents the participants on the other side from seeing me, I prefer to wear my sunglasses at all times indoors and out, daylight and darkness. The eyes are the gateway to the soul. No one gets to see my depths.

  With my legs splayed wide, my boots firmly to the ground, I steeple my hands together over my torso and watch.

  In front of me, a young woman is displayed on a Triangle Cross that is tilted at an angle. Her ankles are bound to the bottoms of the board with her wrists restrained over her head at the top, putting her in a spread-eagle fashion. She is collared in a gorgeous red leather material with a matching red bar gag in her mouth, rather than a traditional ball gag, allowing her to moan and bite down visibly. I watch the saliva run down her chin, literally imaging how wet her pussy is right this second as she, no doubt, craves the release she’s seeking. A red satin blindfold makes me wonder if she’s enjoying every sensation more now that she can’t see. Her tits are held in a push up red leather bustier with matching panties done in a red mesh revealing a small patch of dark curls around her pussy. Her long black hair cascades down, only accenting her tits more. The master in the room with her paces slowly around the artwork he’s made for me out of her very body.

  From behind the cross, he reveals a leather scourge whip with tendrils that have small jewels at the ends. He whips the cat-o-nine tails from behind, lashing her abdomen which flexes in reaction. Over and over he hits her skin, each time the flesh blushing to the touch. He remains in place behind the cross and reaches out to pull her plump tit from its place in her corset. Before she can adjust to the exposure, the whip comes across her pointed nipple as her body jolts from contact.

  My cock hardens as she arches her back, taking the blow, and then relaxes once again. The Dom drags the scourge across her belly before he continues the whips against her tit. Over and over again, he continues to work the sensitive flesh. Her body trembles with each contact. I rub my aching cock through my jeans as the show continues in front of me.

  The Dom begins to smack the tails against the mesh material covering her pussy. Patting her pussy repeatedly before he moves from behind her and around to the front. I watch in anticipation as the Dom drops the whip and kneels before the sub. He wastes no time getting at his task. Tearing the thin material from her body, he leans in and licks from her belly button all the way down to her sweet juncture. With my eyes glued to the scene in front of me, I eagerly enjoy every tremble her body makes.

  While devouring her pussy, the Dom reaches up to tweak her nipples as the sub throws her head back, taking every bit of pleasure from the man on his knees in front of her.

  The hidden door in the left wall opens right on time. With a sultry strut, Annika makes her way over to me.

  She’s a sub I’ve topped before. Tonight, though, I’m here for business, so I don’t have time to give her what she’s seeking. I will gladly take from her, though, because I feel my own release rising inside of me.

  As she approaches, her eyes try to get a read on me behind my glasses. This is something I’m used to from most people. Annika is forever a curious one, attempting to ask me questions or garner more of my time. Desperate isn’t my thing, and at times this little snatch is desperate. I keep my head straight forward but watch her every move out of the corner of my eye. Reaching me, she drops to her knees without a word and bows her submission to me, casting her eyes to my boots.

  That’s what this place is about. Every person in the building knows what they desire. No judgement and no words need to be spoken. Annika knows I can take her to highs unimaginable without ever putting my cock in her cookie jar.

  “Suck my dick,” I command without taking my eyes from the show in front of me. Annika chose to enter this room and give into my every desire.

  Tonight my wishes are singular, selfish.

  The Dom in the scene in front of me stands, turning the apparatus slightly to the side and giving me a different angle. Three fingers he holds up and, without a single hesitation, he jams them into the sub at the same time he leans in to suck and then bite her nipples. She cries out, biting hard onto the bar in her mouth as her entire body pulls against the restraints holding her in place.

  Annika doesn’t hesitate, easily unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans to release my throbbing cock.

  She wraps her hand around my member to stroke me. Someone is naughty tonight. She should understand the punishment I will give her is the kind to leave a mark if she continues to test me. I’m not in the mood for a sub to top from the bottom this evening. I growl. “Suck it,” I order losing patience.

  I know what she’s doing, and it won’t work.

  She gazes up at me as I keep my head in place. With a whimper, she drops her head, opening her mouth and engulfing my large dick as far as she can take me back. With her hand covering the rest of my shaft, she begins to work me as the Dom continues to make the sub come in front of me.

  The Dom removes his hand and pulls away from her body, I watch the sub drop her head, desperate for more. My balls tighten as Annika works me harder and faster, all while I keep my eyes focused ahead.

  The Dom again repositions the Triangle Cross and angles it in a way that the sub is displayed for me as he then picks up a dildo. He wastes no time in thrusting it deep inside the woman as he works her up.

  Just as the sub begins to tremble, he drops down to lick and suck her pussy while still working the dildo. Annika works me in the same rhythm, and in a matter of moments, I feel the tension down my spine before I stiffen and blow my load down her throat. She swallows what she can, and when she can take no more, she lets my jizz fall down her chin onto the floor beneath us. I pay no attention to her. I don’t even bother to pat her head. I’m mesmerized by the sub losing all control.

  When Annika finishes draining my member of every drop of come I have, I reach over to the table and retrieve the towels that are inside. I toss one to Annika without a word and then clean myself up with the other before I tuck my junk away. Annika remains on her knees, wiping her face without pushing me for more. She knows the deal. If I was here for pleasure only, I’d give the whore as good as she gave, but this is business, so time isn’t on her side tonight.

  Without another word, I stand, pulling my wallet from my back pocket, grabbing a hundred-dollar bill and tossing it to the ground in front of her. While payments aren’t required, I know Annika has a three-year-old son to support and a husb
and who is a worthless waste of existence that won’t keep a job or his dick in his pants.

  Yeah, I know she’s a married woman. I know every member of this exclusive club because as the Kings of Carnage, we know everything about everyone we interact with. Her marital woes are not my business. This is how I live my life. I don’t want anyone all up in my shit, so I don’t get into anyone else’s unless it’s about my club. If it doesn’t involve the Kings, then it simply doesn’t matter.

  Brushing past the unmoving woman in front of me, I exit the space, never explaining myself. Is it a dick move? Well, considering she’s not a hooker and I just paid her, probably. But I’m not one to take without some kind of give, even if it’s just cash.

  Going down the hall and taking two left turns at the appropriate times, I make my way to the office of Gerard, the Headmaster. Two knocks and I twist the knob to enter without waiting for an invitation. The man sits behind his oversized desk in an Italian leather chair waiting for me. He knows what the club provides for him and he knows what I’m here for tonight.