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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My lips press into a hard line and allowing myself just a moment of vulnerability, I step into him, and press up onto my toes. My lips briefly brush against his cheek before I lower myself until I’m flat on my feet. “Thank you,” I murmur. “You didn’t have to stop and risk us getting caught. I appreciate it.”

He watches me for a long moment, his eyes narrowing to tight slits. “I thought you had the shits with me?”

“Oh, I do,” I grin. “I’m just too exhausted to put the effort into being a bitch about it, but don’t you worry your pretty little head. Come tomorrow, I’ll be more than happy to make up for it.”

I don’t say another word as I pull the door open and scootch across the backseat of the Escalade, getting comfortable between Jasmine and Levi.

Roman takes off just as he had earlier and after ten minutes back on the road, the exhaustion proves too much for Jasmine to handle. Her head droops forward as her eyes give in and she falls into a deep, fretful sleep. I press against her face, gently tilting her head to the side to rest against the window so she doesn’t hurt her neck, and after a short moment, a light snore sounds through the car.

Marcus leans forward, his hand outstretched as he presses a few buttons, letting the soft music fill the cramped space, drowning out the boys’ murmured conversation so she can sleep in peace.

Levi’s fingers immediately begin tapping on his thigh as his knee bounces, perfectly in tune with the music and I find myself watching him. He’s so damn skilled. I could have only ever dreamed of having that kind of talent as a kid, though I was more about the guitar, not that I ever had the money to get one for myself—nor would I want to. My father would have pawned it for cash or cheap alcohol.

Levi catches me staring and looks down at me, taking in the pain within my eyes. Without a question, he reaches for me and pulls me up onto his lap so that I’m straddling him. “You’re fucking stunning,” he tells me, brushing the hair back off my face and skimming his fingers down my neck, taking in the heavy bruises and blisters the collar left on my skin. “We never should have taken you there.”

I agree wholeheartedly, and just when I’m about to tell him exactly what I thought of that stupid party, something else comes flying from between my lips. “I murdered my father.”

Levi nods. “You did,” he tells me, his eyes glistening with something dark. “Don’t let the guilt eat at you. I saw how you stood proud, how you enjoyed every fucking second of it. Let that feeling consume you, corrupt you. Don’t you dare shed a fucking tear for that bastard. Come and join us on the dark side, Shayne. You’ll thrive there and you’ll be our fucking queen, ruling over the three of us. We will kneel at your fucking feet if you asked.”

“You really think so?” I question as his hands fall to my hips, pulling me in closer.

He takes the front of my black tank and tears at the fabric until I’m left bare before him, my tits mere inches from his full lips. “I fucking know so.” And just like that, his hand curls into the back of my hair and pulls me in, crushing my lips to his.

He kisses me deeply, and as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, I realize that I have absolutely no idea when I stopped hating him. At some point, the fear of being around him faded away, and I unknowingly forgave him for what he did after Marcus was shot. All that pain somehow faded and left me with nothing but admiration for this terrifying man.

“I don’t want to be your queen, Levi,” I murmur against his lips as he grinds up against me, his hard cock rubbing against my needy cunt. “I want to be your equal.”

“You can never be my equal,” he tells me, his brothers silently listening from the front seats. “Not when I already hold your life above mine.”

And without another word, he reaches down and strips me of my sweatpants. His thick cock is pulled free, and after curling his strong arm around my waist and adjusting my position, I sink down on top of him. He fills me to the brim, stretching me wide as his veiny cock moves against my walls. His lips come down over my pebbled nipple and as he teases me with his skilled tongue, I fuck him with everything that I’ve got while his brothers watch the show with jealous, heated stares.

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The Escalade pulls to a jerking halt and my eyes snap open, finding an army of black SUVs surrounding the front of the castle. My heart leaps out of my fucking chest, thundering wildly as a loud gasp tears from between my lips.


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