Pretty Monster Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
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33

KYAH

Holy shit. He’s here.

I suck in a breath as I stand by my bedroom window, my heart racing as I peer down at the cleared crime scene below. I reach up and slowly drag the blindfold over my eyes. It was already dark in my room, just as it always is, but with the blindfold on, I have no choice but to solely rely on my other senses.

I listen intently, gripping the window frame as I try to drown out the noises from outside, focusing on the footfalls that slowly inch closer to my bedroom. My pussy throbs, and the anticipation is almost too much for me to bear.

I take short, shaky breaths, unable to settle the fear that pounds through my chest, but the thrill of the unknown keeps me rooted in place.

He enters my room, stopping by the door, and I hold my breath as though that could somehow help me hear him better. A deep groan rumbles through his chest, and I’ve never felt so proud in my life. His feet shuffle slowly against the hardwood floor, and the sharp drag of his cologne makes the little hairs over my body stand up. When his feet still nearby, butterflies take flight in the pit of my stomach.

I sense him right behind me, warmth radiating off his body as he closes the space between us, and his big hand takes my hip. Everything about him is big. He towers over me, but not in the same way Viper did. My shoulders sit somewhere around his chest, and as he presses into me, I feel his huge cock against my lower back. My mouth immediately waters, desperate to see how he feels in my hands, my mouth, my pussy.

“Hmmm. Good girl, my sweet Kyah,” he rumbles, his voice so low that I still can’t work out if I recognize it, but there’s something familiar there, something I can’t quite put my finger on.

His fingers bite into my hip before immediately loosening again, and I suck in a gasp when I feel his hand move. His knuckles brush up my waist toward my ribs, leaving a trail of goosebumps as his other hand flattens against my stomach. I push back against him, uncrossing my ankles as his hand begins sliding down my waist, over my bondage harness, and finally cupping my pussy.

I grind down against his hand, desperate to relieve some of the tension that’s left me wound so tight, and as he leans in and I feel his warm breath brush across my shoulder, I suck in a breath. “Mine,” he growls in my ear, cupping me tighter until a breathy moan slips between my lips. And damn it, I know he feels how soaked my thong is with my arousal.

I nod, already panting. “All yours.”

He releases my pussy, his fingers continuing to trail and brush across my skin, and every new touch sends me over the edge. He explores my body, his fingers diving into the cup of my bra and feeling just how rock hard my nipples have become. When he curls his hand around my hair and forces my head to the side, he drops his lips to the base of my throat, and I almost come instantly, especially as his tongue rolls over my sensitive skin.

“Turn around,” he growls, his hands so rough against my body. I don’t hesitate, quickly whipping around until I feel his straining cock pressing against my waist. My chest heaves, and I feel the way his razor-sharp gaze trails over my body, appreciating every slight curve, and honestly, that’s exactly what I wanted. After all, he dressed me up like the best kind of Christmas present.

My mouth goes dry, and I roll my tongue over my lips, the anticipation burning in my chest.

“Knees,” he rumbles, and the way I drop down with eagerness is almost comical. “I’m going to fuck your sweet little mouth, and when I’m done, I’m going to fuck that tight ass. Nod if you understand me.”

I don’t hesitate, nodding like a fucking bobblehead.

“Open wide,” I hear him say in that rich, wicked tone as the sound of his fly unzipping fills the air.

I can’t help but roll my tongue over my lips one more time, spreading my knees as far as they’ll go before opening my mouth wide. I listen intently as he reaches into his pants and fists his cock, and then he pulls it out, his warm tip bobbing against my lip.

I groan.

“Take it, Kyah.”

Reaching up, I curl my hands around his cock and whimper, feeling just how heavy and thick he is. I can tell there are angry veins leading up to his bulbous tip, and I find myself opening even wider.

I take him into my mouth, tasting the bead of moisture on his tip and swallowing it eagerly, desperately wishing that I could see his face. And as I start to move up and down, my tongue working around him, his hand curls into my hair once again.


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