Heathens (Depraved Sinners #2) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Depraved Sinners Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 120472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
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I kiss him deeply, taking exactly what I need from him, just as he did to me in the foyer. He instantly reacts to my kiss, moving his lips with mine as his hand finally comes to my waist, circling around me and pulling me in tighter until my bare pussy is pressed right up against his cock, straining through his gray sweatpants.

His lips pull into a grin as I kiss him deeply, our tongues fighting for control until I’m forced to pull away to catch my breath. His fingers dig into my skin, holding me tighter than ever and it’s exactly how I thought it would be with him. So powerful and forceful, the dominance always in his corner. Roman isn’t the type to give up control and now isn’t going to be any different.

His other hand knots into my hair and just as I did to him, he pulls my head right back until my spine is arched and my tits are pressing into him. His lips come down on my neck, sucking hard until he bruises my skin and leaves his mark. In the past, I’ve bitched at men for doing this, but damn it, the way his tongue rolls over my sensitive skin kills me in the best way.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, my eyes closing with the overwhelming pleasure rocking through me.

He releases his hold in my hair and my body relaxes over him. I turn my face to his, desperately needing to feel his lips on mine again, and just before my lips press down over his, I feel his thick fingers slipping between my spread legs and pushing up inside me.

I gasp into his mouth just as his lips crush down over mine, swallowing my cries as his fingers start working inside me, massaging my walls and curling just right so that my eyes roll back in my head. My hips grind down against him, needing more and wishing I could just reach down between us, free his huge cock, and ride him all night long, but judging by the way Marcus creeps in a little closer and the drumming across the room slows, this could very well be another earth-shattering group project.

Roman’s fingers work me in the same way that he views life—brutal, dominant, raw, and controlling. But there’s also a hint of selflessness, giving me exactly what I need while not caring about his own desires.

But not for long.

I push back on my knees, making more room between us before reaching down and feeling his hard cock through his sweatpants. My fingers curl into the front of his waistband and just as I’m about to feel that velvety skin beneath my fingers, he pulls my hand free, stopping me. “No,” he says, not skipping a beat as his fingers continue working deep inside me.

I pull back and meet his eyes, confusion furrowing my brows. Maybe he’s still unsure about how our little dynamic is supposed to work. He’s hesitated with me since the very start, so I shouldn’t have expected anything different. Leaning back into him, I drop my lips to his strong neck, brushing them over his skin as they move up toward the sensitive space below his ear. “Come on, Roman,” I murmur, grinding down against his hand as he makes me feel alive. “Let go. I want you to be with me.”

His whole body tenses as his fingers freeze deep within me. “Roman?” I question, pulling back to meet his heated stare, only there’s nothing heated about it. His dark eyes are ice cold and full of fury. “Roman?” I question again. “What’s wrong?”

He rips his fingers out of me so fiercely that I gasp, but before that gasp has even sailed past my lips, his arm is around my waist, pulling tight. He flips me around, keeping my knees on either side of his thighs as he holds my body flush against his strong chest.

Roman holds my body down, his hand cupped against my tit, squeezing and pinching as his other hand sails down my body with determination. I don’t get a second of warning before his fingers are back at my cunt, pushing deep inside me with rough, determined thrusts as his brothers watch on with furrowed brows. “Is this what you want?” he spits in my ear. “You want to be my little whore? Want me to join your little fucked-up harem with my brothers? Fuck us all until you can’t fucking walk?”

I swallow hard as he’s rough with my body and find myself nodding. “Yes,” I breathe, knowing that I want him more than anything, to have all three of them to myself, but unsure why this feels so wrong. This isn’t how I imagined it, this isn’t what I was asking for.

He fucks me with his fingers, slamming deep inside me over and over again as his grip on my tit tightens, flicking his thumb over the pebbled, sensitive peak. I try to relax into his touch, knowing that if I were to just relax and embrace his dark side, I would probably like it, but it’s like my words flipped a switch inside him and he’s taking out his anger on my pussy.


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