Psychos (Depraved Sinners #1) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Depraved Sinners Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 126522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
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“Aw, fuck. That’s it,” Marcus groans just as I feel his hot cum shooting deep inside of me. He doesn’t dare stop moving, letting me ride out my high as my orgasm continues to overwhelm me.

I curl my arms around him and pull myself up until my lips are pressed right against his. He kisses me deeply, lowering both our bodies back to the mattress as we come down from our high together, and only then does he roll to the side, pulling out of me and dropping onto the sheets beside me.

Marcus pulls me into his arms and holds me beside him, my chest constricting with this odd new need to be close to him. I drop my head to his chest, listening to the sweet sound of his heart beating within, fearing that the moment he gets up and walks out the door, this will all be gone.

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Unease settles into my stomach and my eyes pop open, taking in the darkness that swirls around my bedroom. It was well past two in the morning when Marcus fell asleep beside me, but I’ve spent the last few hours staring at the darkened ceiling, watching as the moonlight slowly trails across my bedroom.

I haven’t been able to sleep. Maybe it’s the aftereffects of the drugs or perhaps it’s this weird vibe Marcus and I have got going on. I don’t understand it. It’s as though someone flipped a switch inside of him and suddenly that hard exterior faded away, leaving me with the raw and honest version of himself, the one that doesn’t hold anything back. Hell, he made comments about becoming a mafia wife last night and that sentence hasn’t left my head since.

I am no mafia wife. I’d be shot within the first few hours. I consider myself to be more of a mafia boss. I don’t take orders from anyone, nor do I give in. At least I try to be that strong. In reality, I’m a scared little bitch who runs from everything. But, I feel that changing. I feel myself evolving, and if I stay here long enough, nothing will be able to hold me down, not even the three men who stormed through my apartment in the middle of the night.

I drop my head away from the moonlight, glancing across my room as Marcus sleeps soundly beside me, only as I do, a dark shadow cuts across my vision.

I suck in a gasp, my eyes going wide. The shadow disappears and I sit up, my gaze shifting around the room. I blink rapidly, rubbing at my eyes and searching for the shadow, but there’s nothing there.

I must be seeing things, but I was so sure. It felt so real.

My heart races and the unease in my stomach only gets worse, more defined, telling me that something isn’t right. My hand falls to Marcus’ chest and as my fingers start to dig into his skin to wake him, the shadow steps out in front of me. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

A soft, feminine whisper flows through my bedroom as the shadow steps forward into the moonlight. A dark hood covers her face, flowing down into a long, floor-length cloak, but I see long strands of dirty blonde hair peeking out from underneath. Her head remains down, concealing her eyes. “Who are you?” I rush out, shrinking back toward Marcus, more than ready to scream this place down if that’s what it takes.

“You’re a fool, Shayne Mariano,” she tells me. “A blind fool.”

“How do you know who I am?”

Her hand slips inside her cloak and my eyes widen in fear as she pulls a gun. “You’re going to run,” she says. “You’re going to run and never come back here. There’s a car in the driveway with money and a passport in the glovebox. The door is unlocked. Get out of here before they do to you what they did to me.”

“Excuse me?” I breathe, trying to peer beneath her hood. “Who are you? What who did? Their father? Giovanni?”

“Now,” she demands. “I will not ask again. Go before it’s too late. You don’t have time.”

I shake my head, not trusting this woman one bit. “No, I’m safer here,” I tell her, knowing deep in my gut that the only place I will ever find freedom is within the walls of this old castle. My gaze flicks to her gun, terrified of what she might do with it, but I’m standing my ground. This is my new home. No one could protect me from their father like they can. “The boys will protect me.”

She steps closer, her gun raising toward my head. “But who will protect you from them?”

I swallow hard, my hands shaking in my lap.

“Stand,” she demands, her tone so low that I barely hear it.



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