The Sun God

Table of Contents The Sun God (Billionaire Bikers) About the Book The Sun God PART ONE | 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 PART TWO | 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 PART THREE | 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 Note: This was previously published as Helios, which is the novelized version of Swish, Burn, and Click. He's the president of college's most infamous biker club, and the girl he wants...has a crush on someone else?! Helios Andreadis might be named after the sun god, but past betrayals have turned the Greek billionaire biker into a moody and unforgiving cynic instead. The President only trust his brothers and chosen kin. Everyone else is suspect...and that includes the shy and clumsy first-year student MJ. She seems too nice and naïve to be real, and when Helios finds out she's only joined their club because of her secret crush—-that's when all bets are off, and the President makes his choice. MJ is his, and he'll take her and take her...before throwing her away when he's had enough of her. About the Book Helios reluctantly returned his attention to the girl, who was still on her knees. She was a small one, with dark hair that brushed against her shoulders and its tips going in all directions. Her large violet eyes dominated her triangular face, which was completely free from makeup. She looked like a kitten. A confused and out of place kitten, and one to be escorted out without delay. Everything about her told Helios that she did not belong in his club. She didn’t even belong in his world, and she never would. Her clothes were the least of her problems. Checkered polo, tank top, faded jeans, and worn-looking sneakers. Even the girls assigned to clean the club’s bathrooms still dressed themselves in Chanel and tottered around carrying buckets of water in stilettos. This girl might be the first one properly dressed for house cleaning, but that wasn’t the point at all. Everything about her was the opposite of what his world represented. Money. Class. Bloodlines. She had none of those. In fact, the only thing she possessed of worth was the expensive camera slung around her neck. None of those would normally matter to Helios. Although he always made it a point to bed only women who belonged in the same privileged circles he enjoyed, he could never be accused of being a snob. But there was something about this girl...something that rubbed him the wrong way. Just looking at her made him...feel, too strongly for one who had trained himself never to feel. Her hair was too unruly. He wanted to run his fingers through it to discover its texture. Her eyes were too big, too trusting, too revealing. He wanted those eyes focused on him completely, and he hated every second those eyes did not linger on him. Her body seemed too small and frail, even if she was dressed like a tomboy. He wanted to crush that body towards him, wanted to feel every inch of her trembling with passion and need as he possessed her with his cock. That last thought stunned him, and he said abruptly, “I apologize, but you are too late. All the positions have been filled up.” Helios knew that the formality of his words would betray his emotions to his friends. But at that moment, he didn’t give a shit. All he knew was this girl, who was a mixture of odd and fascinating, had somehow gotten under his skin. She was now a complication, and Helios never wasted time getting rid of complications. I apologize... MJ didn’t really hear the rest of what he had to say. All she could think about was how Helios Andreadis’ voice was even more beautiful in person. He spoke like a...like a god. Slow, quiet, authoritative, with each syllable spelled out with the faintest Greek accent. He spoke like he would never have to do anything in a hurry because he was powerful enough to do whatever he pleased, whenever and wherever. Actually, he also looked more beautiful in person, too. MJ was already too nervous as she was, and she knew it would be better for her to ignore how good-looking he was. But it was impossible. That was like ignoring how bright the sun was. Her senses fluttered like crazy every time she stole looks at him, which, embarrassing as it was to admit, were quite frequent. Enough for one of the other guys, the one with wicked green eyes, to smirk at her. As he spoke, MJ couldn’t stop herself from staring. Tall, golden-haired, and lethally built, he looked more like someone who belonged behind a majestic chariot than a motorcycle. While he did not look older than his twenty-two years, he did feel more powerful than someone still in college had a right to be. Looking at him was enough to have MJ tongue-tied. She had a bad feeling that if he made her speak right this very moment, she would do so in a weird mix of Yugoslavian and African that no one could ever translate. When he stopped and looked like he expected her to speak, MJ turned red. “I...I’m sorry, come again?” Was she a fucking idiot? What was so hard about what he had said? But when she only continued to gaze at him with genuine looking confusion, Helios bit out, “Auditions are over. You can leave now.” The words were so unexpected it took MJ a couple