Sinful Crown Read Online Ava Harrison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
Advertisement1

Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 104127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
<<<<536371727374758393>104
Advertisement2


“You’re so wet,” he says in a hoarse voice. I moan in response. “You like getting fucked by me?”

“Yes,” I moan again.

“Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love getting fucked by you,” I say, mewling loudly as he rubs my clit harder.

“You’re going to come for me,” he commands.

“Yes,” I cry out as he rubs faster and harder.

I’m more than prepared to obey his command. My orgasm builds, and my center pulses.

“Now,” he orders, and just like that, I come all over his fingers.

For several minutes, we stay like this as our breathing calms down.

“Damn,” he says as he pulls his fingers out of me. “You’re amazing.” He bends down. “And I want more.”

Gideon picks me up and carries me over to the kitchen counter, laying me down on my back and spreading my legs wide open before lowering himself between them. He licks my pussy, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. Another orgasm rises to the surface, and I wonder how that’s possible. Has that ever happened to me before?

No.

He thrusts his tongue inside me, making me come even harder than before.

His hand tugs on my wrist as he pulls me closer, the heat radiating off his body. His dark eyes are piercing as they fixate on my lips.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, firefly,” he growls, thrusting deep inside me. “You feel so fucking tight around my cock. Like a glove gripping me.”

He grabs my hair as he continues to fuck me harder and harder. “You belong to me. Say it,” he demands between harsh breaths.

“I belong to you,” I moan, the pleasure making my body shudder.

I feel like I’m going to break in half. This might be the end of me.

“Good girl,” he praises, slipping a hand between us to rub at my clit as he pounds into me relentlessly. I whimper in response, unable to form words at this point. My brain is mush, and my body is oversensitive, but somehow wave after wave of orgasm crash over me until we both come undone in a tangle of sweat and lust.

Holy. Shit.

I won’t survive this man.

37

SASHA

The sun is just peeking over the horizon when I wake up. Streaks of light set the early morning sky ablaze with bright pink and orange, casting a warm glow on everything in the room.

I stretch out and yawn, taking a moment to savor the feeling of the sun’s heat on my skin.

It’s a beautiful morning. In fact, I don’t remember a day more beautiful.

Everything feels new and fresh.

Except my body that’s been ravaged for days.

Standing from the bed, I walk to the window and open the curtains a bit more, letting the sunshine in. The warm light feels good on my skin. I stand there for a moment, just basking in the morning’s glow.

Gideon stirs in the bed, and I turn to see him watching me with a sleepy smile on his face.

“Good morning, firefly,” he says, reaching out his arms and beckoning for me to join him in the bed.

It’s so surreal how normal this all feels. How right.

I walk over and crawl into his arms, snuggling close. “Good morning,” I whisper before closing my eyes. We lie quietly together, just enjoying being in each other’s arms.

Time passes in peace and comfort until Gideon breaks the silence sometime later. “I don’t want to get up.”

I laugh softly. “Then don’t.”

He shrugs sheepishly. “I haven’t left this room in three days,” he says. “It’s hard to get anything done when I know you’re in here.”

I nod in understanding. “I’ll stop being a distraction, then.” I start to get up, but Gideon stops me.

“Not yet,” he groans. “A few more minutes.”

I smile and settle back into his arms. “Okay,” I whisper. “Just a few more minutes.”

An hour later, we’re still lying in bed.

I can’t stop thinking about how we spent the last few days.

A whirlwind of sex. Followed by cuddling and not much more. It’s funny to think how much has changed.

Only a little over a month ago, I loathed this man. Wanted to see him rot in the deepest part of hell.

When I first met him, I thought he was someone else entirely. I realize that he isn’t the man I thought he was. The truth is, even then, even in the beginning, he was looking out for me.

He’s protective.

He’s given me everything I’ve asked for and more.

And I fought him at every turn.

Things shifted a long time ago, my views of him changing with every little gesture. Every olive branch he extended. But it really changed the night at the theater.

I remember the way I felt playing the cello that night. The music didn’t come to me right away because I was too inside my own head. When it did, it was strained. But then Gideon touched me, and it was beautiful. I felt so connected to it. When I play, it’s like nothing else in the world matters.


Advertisement3

<<<<536371727374758393>104

Advertisement4