Possessing Eden (Disciples #7) Read Online Izzy Sweet, Sean Moriarty

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: , Series: Disciples Series by Izzy Sweet
Series: Sean Moriarty
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Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
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Backing the bike out of the garage, I kick the engine over and listen to the deep thrumming of its power vibrating between my legs. It’s like I’ve strapped myself onto a rocket.

Nodding my head to the security team sitting in my driveway, I roll down the drive then out onto the street.

In my memories, I search for a time when I saw my parents showing any emotion besides indifference. None come to mind. Even the times my father’s indiscretions would come to light. There was never an emotion beyond reproach for causing embarrassment to their names.

I don’t think I ever saw my parents kiss, not once. Surely that had to have done so to produce me, but the more I think about it, the more I’m convinced I was conceived by artificial insemination.

The touch of Eden’s lips when I said goodbye set a fire to my very core. The howling voices in my soul finally feeling something akin to warmth.

I love you.

Three simple little words.

Three words that hold so much power behind them.

She broke something apart when she said those words to me in the shower. She broke something inside of me. I don’t even know what it was that broke, only that a dam burst and the words came out of my mouth in return.

Just the thought of uttering those words to someone terrifies me and all but silences the voices that have long been my companions through life.

Pulling my wrist back on the throttle, I hunch down a bit as I feel the bike sprint hard and fast up the on-ramp to the highway. If I could get the bike’s speed to match the rate of my heart, I’d surely crash and burn in a fiery death.

Moving through traffic, I try to silence all the words running through my brain. I try to focus on the feelings running through my chest.

It’s warmth and something I can’t put my finger on.

I’ve tried multiple times since I heard her speak those words.

But I simply can’t understand the feelings in my chest.

I know that I love her in return… but is that enough for her?

Is there something more I could do to prove my love to her? To prove my absolute devotion to her alter?

I’d make sacrifices of men to her if I thought it would earn her favor and bring a smile to those plump delicious lips.

Focus on the task at hand, I chide myself.

Driving a motorcycle with an erection is a lot more obvious than driving in a car with one.

Pushing the bike harder through the traffic, I weave in and out between cars as I race to get to the church.

It’s been a while since I’ve been back to the church where I met Lucifer. The funeral for Michael was a very somber affair. He was so close to being pulled into the inner circle, so close to being a brother of mine.

Lucifer insisted he be buried as one, though, because his death was in defense of a bullet that was aimed for Amy.

It’s one of the main reasons Andrew has been so scarce. Protecting his family is his key priority.

And now that I have one of my own, I understand why.

I don’t know much about Michael, though, and I never bothered to learn.

He was protecting the family. I was out in the world taking care of our interests with a group working in Romania.

When I attended the funeral, I must have caught Father Coss’s eye because he’s been seeking my confession ever fucking since.

I’ve managed to avoid such an awful entrapment as best I can, though he has gotten me there a couple of times. I suppose all of the family has to go one time or another. It must be some right of passage that we have to endure, like puberty or making our first kill.

Getting off the highway, I head directly to the church.

I wouldn’t mind going to the cemetery if I didn’t have to see Coss first. Paul and Peter are buried there, and I miss them. They were good brothers whenever I was in town. They never made demands of me. Never asked for more than I could give.

Pulling into the church, I drive right up to the curb by the front door. No sense in parking way out in the parking lot with all the old cars. The cars more than likely belong to Coss’s little ol’ harem of gray pussy.

Not that his ass can fuck anymore. Rumor has it Lucifer had him castrated the day after he forced him into the clergy.

Honestly, I doubt he had him castrated. And I doubt Coss has a harem, he’s too far up his own clerical asshole.

But the one thing I know beyond a fact with Coss is that he loves to pontificate and show how fucking magnanimous and godly he is.


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