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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I meet his eye for a moment, hoping like fuck this guy doesn’t intend to try something, but when he looks away, seeming bored and disinterested, I let out a soft sigh of relief.

Continuing on my way, I keep searching for my keys, feeling around every crevice of my bag, when I hear a scuffle behind me. My brows furrow, and I whip around to find the man launching toward me. My eyes widen in horror, and I suck in a deep breath, preparing to scream, but before I can make a single sound, he clamps one hand over my mouth as his other arm locks around me, keeping my arms pinned to my side.

My heart races as fear pounds heavily through my veins, and I do what I can to fight back, scratching the asshole’s arms as I desperately try to fight for my freedom. Fear-filled tears spring from my eyes when he starts dragging me backward. “Scream and I’ll fucking kill you right here, you little bitch.”

What the fuck?

What the hell does he want with me?

My attempts to fight are useless as his arm tightens like a boa constrictor around me, threatening to squeeze the life out of me. I can barely move or breathe when a blacked-out van screeches to a stop on the sidewalk. “Hurry up,” the asshole seethes as the back sliding door tears open, revealing another three men inside.

No. No. No. This can’t be happening.

I’m dragged toward the van as my panic begins to overwhelm me. He shoves me toward the door, and I kick my foot up against the side of the van, refusing with every last bit of strength I possess, but it’s not nearly enough as he pulls me back just out of reach of the van and tries again, only this time he throws me around like a ragdoll.

The men inside hastily reach for me, their fingers digging into my skin as I cry out in agony. They work together with the man on the street to get me inside the van, and before I know it, I’m thrown down on the hard ground.

“Go. Go. Go,” someone yells out as I scramble to sit up and find my bearings, only as I do, I come face-to-face with the man from the street. His eyes are impossibly dark, filled with pure evil, and as he grins at me, my stomach coils.

A hand clamps over my mouth, and my eyes spring open to find myself in the darkness of my bedroom in Killian’s home. I’m covered in sweat, my heart racing as consciousness brings the agony of my body to the forefront of my mind.

Something weighs down on the bed beside me as I try to suck in a breath, but it’s almost impossible with the hand clamped over my mouth. I try to make out the person sitting on my bed, but it’s too dark to make out any features, though judging by the size of the hand and the heavy weight on the bed, it’s a man, and considering the scent of his cologne, it’s not Killian.

“Even try to scream, and I will make your life a fucking misery,” the familiar chilling tone rumbles through my room. “Do you understand me?”

Sergiu.

Fuck.

Tears fill my eyes, and I can’t work out if it’s fear from having him in my room or the panic of having to relive the night that asshole snatched me off the side of the street—the same nightmare which haunts me every time I close my eyes.

Trying to make out Sergiu’s stare through the darkness, I nod while trying to figure out what the hell he wants. I kept his dirty little secret. I didn’t tell a soul about what he did, so why is he here? If he was planning on fucking me, he wouldn’t have bothered to warn me about my silence.

No, this asshole is here to talk. But why?

The weight of his hand pressing down on my split lip aches, and I immediately taste the blood in my mouth, but I do what I can to ignore the pain, determined to save my strength in case I need it.

My eyes finally adjust to the darkness, and I can just make out the too-sharp features of his face when he hesitantly lifts his hand off my mouth. I suck in a deep breath. “I don’t like you,” he states as though it was a secret.

“The feeling is mutual.”

Fury flashes in his deadly stare, and without warning, I’m torn from my bed, a tight hand locking around my throat as I’m thrown against the wall. Sergiu leans into me, and I smell the stench of his hot breath against my skin.

“Foolish girl,” he spits, keeping his tone low as my whole body violently shakes. “If you think being Killian’s little pet is enough to keep you protected, you are sorely mistaken.”


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