Sins of the Flesh (Forbidden Omegaverse #4) Read Online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Forbidden, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Omegaverse Series by Evangeline Anderson
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
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I saw Christopher whisper an excuse and leave the table and my heart jumped. Did he and Gabriel have something planned—some way for all three of us to run away together? He was certainly gone for quite a while, but when he came back, he settled beside Gabe without even looking at me and my heart dropped down to my shoes again.

I still couldn’t believe that my stepbrothers hadn’t done anything to stop the wedding. In every romantic movie, the good guy comes in and stops things before the heroine and the bad guy who is forcing her to marry him get to the “I do” part of the ceremony. But my stepbrothers had sat through the whole “I do” part without making a peep. Were they really not going to do anything? Were they going to leave me here to rot?

The answer appeared to be yes, because neither Christopher nor Gabriel said anything—they just listened to my stepfather and Moncrieff congratulating themselves and each other on selling me into a life of sexual slavery. I would have been really upset if I wasn’t so numb.

Then Crenshella wheeled in an enormous wedding cake on a small, round table. It had four tiers and a little toy bride and groom at the very top. She parked it right between the DJ’s station and one of the round tables filled with guests. I wondered faintly if I was going to have to pretend to be happy while my new husband and I cut the cake together.

But before I could find out, the DJ announced,

“And now it’s time for the bride and groom’s first dance! Everyone, please welcome to the dance floor, Harlan and Zoe Moncrieff!”

There was applause as Moncrieff pulled me out of my seat and, gripping me firmly by the wrist, dragged me into the clear space in the middle of the room. He put one big, cold hand on my waist and started dancing me around in circles as the DJ played, I Had the Time of My Life, and showed pictures of happy couples on the big screen.

I didn’t look at my new husband or the screen. Instead, I turned my eyes towards the head table where Christopher and Gabriel were sitting beside my stepfather. Christopher looked desperately unhappy but Gabriel looked tense. His whole body was coiled tight and he had something in his right hand that he kept fidgeting with.

It was a small vial with something green in it, I saw, after a moment. He kept squeezing it and rubbing it, almost like it was some kind of lucky charm. Well if it was, it needed to start working soon, I thought. It seemed like my own luck was running out fast.

Then the music stopped abruptly and a familiar face filled the screen—a face with bulldog jowls and cold, brown eyes.

“Hello and congratulations on your wedding, Mr. Moncrieff,” Don Diego said from the screen. “Congratulations also to you, Senor Cruz, on giving away your sweet, virgin daughter in marriage. I know we have had our problems in the past—especially after you took my beautiful home from me. But I want you to know I bear you no ill will. And to prove it, here is my wedding gift to you.”

The bulldog face disappeared from the screen, which was momentarily blank. There was time for me to see the DJ sneaking out of the room with a single backwards glance and to recognize him as Lupio—Don Diego’s second in command. So he must have somehow survived both the massacre and the fire at the drug cartel’s house in the desert.

I began to get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. If Lupio had survived, what else had survived with him? There was uneasy murmuring all around and Moncrieff muttered,

“What the hell was that all about? I didn’t hire the damn DJ to play personal messages!”

Then the screen burst into life again and all my worst fears came true.

THIRTY-FOUR

I stared in horror as a huge, full color image of myself and my two stepbrothers—all three of us completely naked—appeared on the screen.

I was on my hands and knees and Gabriel was plowing me from behind. At the same time, Christopher was kneeling in front of me with his cock out, waiting for me to suck him.

“I…I don’t know if we ought to…to do this!” I was panting, my breasts swaying with every deep thrust of my stepbrother’s shaft in my pussy. “Isn’t it wrong to let my own brothers fuck me? Especially right before my wedding? I mean…isn’t that incest?”

“Don’t worry, little sister—no one will ever know,” Gabriel groaned as he pounded into me.

“Besides, we have to be sure we get you pregnant. We want to plant a baby in your belly as a nice surprise for your new husband,” Christopher added, guiding my mouth to his cock. “Ahhh, that’s right, Little Sis—suck me good!” he added as I did my best to take him down my throat.


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