Darkest Sin – A Dark Mafia Romance Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
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Gently pressing the handle, I ease the door open and ready myself for a whole world full of new possibilities.

His room is dimly lit, and there’s just enough light for me to make him out across the room. He’s shirtless, and my mouth waters at the sight of his strong torso. Those perfectly wide shoulders and defined pecs lead down to chiseled abs and a deep V that points right to the promised land. His dark pants are riding low on his hips, and I greedily take him in, more than ready to discover what he has in store for me.

My hands shake, and while I feel ready, the fear of the unknown still grips me.

Hunger flashes in his eyes, dark and disturbed, and pride tears at my chest, knowing he likes what he sees. And damn it, I do too. I went all out for him tonight. Black lace lingerie, suspenders, and thigh-high stockings. I don’t know what he likes when it comes to stuff like this, so I kept it simple. Safe. I dressed up in natural makeup, just enough to accentuate my features, and I left my long hair down so that he can wrap his hand around it if the desire strikes.

“Don’t be nervous,” he says, slowly moving across his room. I track each of his steps like a vulture, but in reality, he’s the predator tonight. His eyes are like beacons, capturing me, drawing me in, and demanding obedience. “Go to my bed.”

Swallowing hard, I divert my gaze toward the big bed. A huge king-size mattress sits atop four steps at the head of the room, like the main attraction. I hastily make my way toward it before stopping at the bottom step, waiting for his next instructions.

He moves toward me until he stands only a foot away, his gaze sailing over me, taking in the subtle curves of my body. “Strip for me, Sweet Angel.”

Oh, dear God.

His words are like a shot of pure adrenaline sailing right down to my core. I obey him, needing his approval more than I need my next breath. Wanting to make this a show, I slowly turn and make my way up two steps before propping my foot up onto the next one. Glancing back over my shoulder, I slowly bend and watch as his gaze drops to my ass.

Brushing my fingers over my thigh to the top of my stocking, I push it down, exposing the skin beneath inch by inch. I mean sure, I would have liked to see him tear it from my body with his teeth, but the way his stare is so heavily focused on my body is getting me hotter by the second.

When I kick the stocking off, I place my foot back on the second step and switch to the other leg. Once both stockings are gone, I turn back to face him and detach the suspenders from around my waist, leaving me in nothing but my bra and thong.

His eyes flame as I reach behind me, not saying a damn word. This time, he’s the one captivated. Unhooking my bra, I let the flimsy fabric fall slowly down my arms before hearing it softly hit the ground. I wait a moment, letting him take me in. He saw all the goodies last night, but not quite like this.

His gaze is intense, sailing over my body, and I feel as though every inch of skin he takes in leaves me physically branded. My thumbs slide into the sides of my thong, ready to push it down, but the slightest shake of his head gives me pause.

Lifting my chin, I meet his eyes as my thumbs fall away, and the way he stares back at me with pure, animalistic lust is the most thrilling and terrifying thing I’ve ever experienced. Adrenaline pulses through me like raging water as I fix my heated stare to his. “Tell me what you want,” I purr, a little bolder than I feel, but I’m so wet and ready for this.

“Bed,” he says with a slight lift of his chin, indicating for me to move the rest of the way up the stairs. “On your knees.”

Yes, Sir.

I nod and slowly turn on my heel before walking up the last two steps and settling onto the edge of his bed, hovering on my knees as I watch him. I can see the straining outline of his cock through his pants, twitching with readiness.

His body stills as he watches me, and the need to touch myself is too strong. My fingers skim over my tits, feeling how they pebble under my fingers, and a soft moan slips from my lips. My head rolls as my hand trails further down my body, past my waist, and over my mound.

Cupping my pussy, I grind against my hand through the flimsy material of my thong before pushing the lace aside and sinking down onto my fingers. Gripping my tit with my other hand, I ride myself, groaning with the sweetest pleasure as I watch the way he watches me.


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