Deity (Boys of Winter #4) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Boys of Winter Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
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A soft, broken sigh sounds through the cramped room as his hold tightens around me. “I hate that you can’t trust me anymore,” he whispers. “I’d do anything to change that.”

I raise my chin to meet his broken stare and my lips press against his. “I know,” I tell him. “You don’t know how badly I wish things were different. I just want everything to go back to how it was before all of this shit, before … everything.”

“Before me?”

I shake my head ever so slightly. “No, never before you.” I pull out of his arms and climb over him until I’m straddled over his hips and looking down at his devilish face. “I hate this weird place that we’re in. I hate the thought of not being able to trust you, and I hate that I’ve spent the past few days fearing that everything I had with each of you was all a lie.”

Carver’s fingers knot into my hair and he slowly brings me down to him, his lips cautiously brushing over mine. “Never.”

I can’t resist him a second longer and press deeper into him, my lips locking with his in a sensual dance. He’s been close to me this whole time, stalking me like his next victim, yet at this moment, I’ve never missed him so much.

My heart screams for more while my brain tells me to keep my distance until I’m certain that I can trust him again. Who knows, maybe this was all a part of his wicked plan, but there’s no denying it, sex with Carver has always been mind-blowing, and if he really does turn this shit back on me and end my life, then I might as well have been thoroughly fucked first.

His hand curls down around my body as our tongues fight for dominance, but after a few relentless moments, Carver surrenders, letting me take control. Though, he would have felt my wrath had he not. I’ve been through enough pain and suffering to not get exactly what I need right now.

I feel him hardening beneath me and I grind my pussy against him, the satisfaction tearing through me like a rocket. I’ve got to have it all. I need to feel him deep inside of me, but more than that, I need him to submit to me, to give me whatever I ask of him, to please me until I can’t possibly take it any longer.

I tear my lips away and sit up as I rock my hips back and forth over his throbbing erection. His hands fall to their favorite spot on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. I reach down and grip the hem of my black tank before slowly peeling it up, watching Carver’s gaze heat as his focus drops to the feminine curves of my body in the soft moonlight coming in through the motel window.

“Touch me, Carver,” I demand. “Make me come harder than ever before.”

The desire sweeps through him and he sits up, wrapping his arm around my back and holding me close as I continue to grind against him. My tits sit right by his mouth and he wastes no time sucking my pert nipple between his warm lips as his other hand slides up my body, teasing my skin with his feather-soft touch until it’s cupped around my other breast. His fingers roam over my nipple, gently flicking and pinching until I’m panting for more.

His tongue glides over my nipple with practiced skill and my pussy clenches, feeling more than left out. “Fuck, Carver. I need that tongue on my clit.”

Carver’s hands drop away, and in one smooth move, he grabs both of my legs and flips me off him until my back is slammed against the hard bed and my legs are up in the air. He hovers over me and grips my panties before tearing them clean from my body as though the flimsy material was made out of nothing more than cheap tissue paper.

He takes my knees and spreads them wide, making my pussy drip with readiness from the pure need and desire pulsing through my body.

Carver meets my eyes as his tongue rolls over his bottom lip, the hunger pulsing through his stare enough to cripple me. “Do your fucking worst,” I insist, using the same words that he’d used against me beside the diner before allowing me to fuck him up, only now the tables have turned and I hope to whoever exists above that Carver fucks me up in all the right ways.

His gaze sparkles as his lips pull into a wicked one-sided grin, but as stunningly wicked as it is, I can’t focus on it as every part of my being is locked on the way his thick fingers trail down my needy skin. Then without warning, he finds my pulsating cunt and thrusts two fingers deep inside me, making me cry out as his gaze hungrily locks on my weeping pussy, watching the show with desire.


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