Beasts (Depraved Sinners #4.5) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Novella Tags Authors: Series: Depraved Sinners Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
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I tip my head back against the wall, and Roman takes full advantage of my throat, his warm lips closing over my sensitive skin as he expertly works his tongue up and down.

“Oh, God, Roman,” I cry, holding on even tighter, my body already so close to the edge.

“That’s right, Empress,” he growls, that deep authoritative tone speaking right to my soul as he slips his strong arm beneath my knee and lifts it higher, taking me so much deeper. “I fucking love how you take my cock.”

That makes two of us.

God. I love this man so much.

His hips roll with each powerful thrust, dragging right back before slamming forward, my body shuddering beneath him, completely at his mercy. He’s everything I never knew I needed, and everything a woman could possibly dream of. The fact that he’s one of the most powerful men in the country only makes the allure that much better.

Nothing could ever touch me when I’m in his arms. Nothing.

Despite how we may have started and how he and his brothers crave to protect me, I no longer need it. I stand on my own at the head of the Moretti mafia, wielding the same power with an army of my own at my disposal. And fuck, they get off on a powerful woman just as much as I do a powerful man. Hell, the fact that the DeAngelis brothers are supposed to be my greatest enemies only makes it that much better.

Roman groans in my ear, his body pressed right up against mine and keeping me pinned against the wall as the familiar pull starts building within me, coiling fast and steady, more than ready to explode. His pelvis grinds against my clit, making my body jolt as bursts of electricity fire through my body.

“Shit,” I hiss, right on the fucking edge.

Roman reads my body like a goddamn map, knowing exactly what I need when I need it, always so perfectly in sync with my body. He takes me higher, pushing me faster as he takes me deeper, my walls straining around his thick cock. He buries himself right to the hilt before taking me again and again, his fingers on my waist, digging into my flesh.

My heart pounds, barely able to keep up, and just as a scream forms on my lips, he smothers my mouth with his own, kissing me deeply. His tongue fights for domination against mine, something we’ve always struggled for, but damn, the fight is such a rush.

There’s no denying that this morning, he’s got me right where he wants me, completely at his mercy.

“Please,” I mutter against his kiss, the sound muffled between our lips.

Roman growls, a deep rumble vibrating through his chest. “I’ve got you, Empress,” he says, hoisting my knee even higher and wildly slamming into me as his pelvis grinds against my core, my swollen clit desperate for more. “I need to feel the way your tight little cunt squeezes my cock. Scream for me, baby. Let me see you fall apart.”

“Oh, fuck.”

The coil tightens, pushing me to my limits as my eyes clench, his filthy mouth doing wicked things to me. Then as he pushes deep into me again, rolling his skilled hips, he fucking breaks me, sending me soaring over the fucking edge. My climax hits, the coil springing free and sending me into a world of unadulterated pleasure, blinding me with pure heat. My orgasm blasts through my veins, my toes curling as I scream out his name, tearing my lips from his and tipping my head back, a raw, unfiltered groan vibrating through my whole body.

“Ahh fuck,” Roman grunts as my pussy squeezes around his cock so fucking tight that I’m seeing stars. My walls convulse and hold him hostage as he comes undone, reaching his climax.

Roman shoots hot spurts of cum deep inside of me as my eyes roll in the back of my head, barely able to hold onto the high. Only he doesn’t stop. He just keeps pushing me harder until I collapse into a spent heap in his strong arms, my head dropping to his warm shoulder.

“Holy shit,” I murmur against his skin. “There’s one way to wake up in the morning.”

I feel his wicked grin in my hair before he pulls me off the wall and walks us into the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping straight in. “Fuck, Empress. I’m not even close to being done with you.”

A raw heat sails down my spine and within seconds, my back is against the shower wall, my hands gripping the slick tiles as Roman drops to his knees, his eyes sparkling with the filthiest little secret, and I can’t fucking wait.

Almost an hour later, I hurry through my home more than late for my morning meetings, the sound of my son’s laughter booming through the house. My heart swells. He’s almost five, and I still haven’t gotten enough of the little man. He’s my world, and I’d hate to admit it, but he’s the real king of my heart.


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