The Top Dog – Part 1 Lust (The Seven Deadly Kins #1) Read Online Tiana Laveen

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Seven Deadly Kins Series by Tiana Laveen
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Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
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She opened her eyes and burst out laughing, then caught herself. I can’t believe I still remember that! Word for word! She’d stolen the magazine from the store, jamming it into the inside of her jacket. Me, Kim, Jeisha and Angie must’ve read that thing a million times, passing it between us! We were far too young to have such things. I masturbated to it a thousand times! She moved slowly down the lane, grabbing various books from the shelves based on cover alone. Oh, this looks good. She’d scan a few, put them back, but every now and again a blurb or two would have her intrigued enough to place it in her cart. ‘Chosen,’ by Darie McCoy, ‘Blind Spot,’ by Olivia Gaines from her Technicians series, and Bound Through Time: Past (A Viking Brothers Novel Book 1) by Twyla Turner, to name a few. She’d perused practically the entire store, enjoying herself, falling in love with the rare treat of pleasure reading, when she stumbled across the psychology and sex education books section.

Normally, she’d have kept it moving, but the name of one of the books as she passed by caught her attention: ‘Sweet Black Pussy’ by Dr. Saint Aknaten.

That has to be in the wrong section! Shouldn’t that be in the erotica area with the romance books? She snatched it off the shelf and read the cover again. It was a smooth, matte hardback cover, black with an embossed black rose on it, with a red stem and leaves. The title font was also raised, printed in red and gold. Gorgeous cover.

She flipped it open and began reading, not stopping until she realized her damn foot had fallen asleep. Tingly and all. She gasped when she looked at her watch. Oh my God. She’d been standing there, practically in a trance for over an hour, devouring the book. What had felt like ten minutes was in fact much longer. She’d drifted into another world.

A sex therapist, psychologist, and advocate for Black women by the name of Dr. Saint Aknaten had written this gem. When she turned to the back of the book, she saw his picture and hummed. Well, surprise, surprise. This motherfucker is fine as hell. Damn. A real zaddy. Where have I heard this dude’s name before? It was killing her, trying to remember. She placed the book in her basket, not caring about the price, and made her way to the register. As she was standing in line, she got a text message from Lennox.

I want to take you out for dinner and a movie soon, baby. Let me know your schedule.

She quickly texted him back: We can go out this Friday or Sunday. I’m going to pay you back though, and walk away just like you did me. LOL.

As she was pulling out her wallet to pay, he wrote back: Not so fast. When I’m done with you, you may not be able to walk anywhere. LOL. Jokes aside, we’ll see how the date goes. I still have to make sure that you’re mentally ready, and emotionally capable to handle all that I have to offer. I’m playing for keeps.

Her lips curled in a smile, and her stomach erupted in butterflies…

CHAPTER TWELVE

A dog-eat-dog world

Grandpa was dressed in a ghost-white suit and a healthy dose of vintage swag. His white tie hung from his neck, the silver flecks in the design glowing in the currents of sunlight. A white cowboy hat donned his head, large oval-shaped diamonds wrapped around the white silk band. He gripped his white marble cane with a beringed hand as he made his way to the fitness center front door. A slight look of strain and angst shone in his eyes. One white and gray snakeskin cowboy boot stepped leisurely in front of the other as he made his steadfast approach. Jasper, one of the two men that accompanied him, dressed in black and dark gray camouflage, opened the door for the old bastard, both sporting guns on their hips.

Uncle Danny was the second flunky. Enslaved blood. Lennox snatched his large jug of water from a nearby counter, tipped it to his lips, and took a big gulp as he leaned against the white wall, waiting for the circus act to begin. Thankfully, his ten o’clock client had just left—a lady he personally trained every Tuesday and Thursday. Minutes prior, he’d seen Grandpa lurking in a dark blue Lexus with tinted windows, parked right outside his place of business. Yes, he knew it was him without seeing him. Grandpa had many cars that his sons and grandsons would drive him to places in. This was one of his favorites.

He sensed the old bastard approaching before he even saw him. Lennox figured it was a gift and a curse. This feeling he would get deep inside of him that burst free, ringing the alarms whenever something nasty was slithering his way.


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