Empire (Empire #1) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: College, Dark, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Empire Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
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Hoooooly fuck. And now I’m wet.

Needing to find just a fraction of control, I try to push the hunger away and get us back into neutral territory. “You’re talking yourself up a lot over there, Mr. Eros,” I tease, absolutely loving the way his name feels on my tongue, though I know I’ll love the feel of his cock more. “What a shame it would be if you couldn’t live up to the expectation.”

Dalton laughs as though the mere thought of not being able to perform to the best of his abilities is so outrageous that it simply could never happen. “You let me worry about that,” he tells me, those bright blue eyes drawing me in as he goes back to bouncing the ball across the court. “What other incriminating thoughts are hidden inside that mind of yours?”

I think it over before shaking my head. “Umm . . . I’ve got nothing,” I say, not able to think of anything that could possibly top the last two. “Hit me with your best pick-up line.”

Dalton’s lips twist into a wicked grin, and it sends a shiver over my body. He lets the ball go, quickly bouncing across the court until it falls into a soft roll. He turns toward me, slowly making his way back, though the way his eyes lock on mine, it’s more like a lethal stalk. “I don’t need pick-up lines,” he says, moving right into me again, his hands gripping my waist and pulling me in hard against him, the breath whooshing from my lungs. He dips his head, his lips hovering right by my ear and setting off something deep inside of me. His hand slowly moves up my body until his fingers curl around the base of my throat. His voice lowers, his tone deep and raw in my ear. “I’d rather pin you down, than pick you up.”

Oooooh fuck.

There’s no going back for me now.

Raising my chin, the hand at the base of my throat circles to the back of my neck, gripping it tighter and taking full control as though I had offered it to him on a silver platter. His warm lips come crushing down on mine, and he kisses me with all the force of his desire. It’s intoxicating and my knees go weak, but he’s right there, holding me up.

Dalton’s tongue plunges into my mouth, claiming every inch, and I’m left solely at his mercy. A soft moan rumbles through my chest, and I can almost feel the approval radiating out of him. He’s liking this just as much as I am. He craves it, needs it, he’s drunk on the fucking power, and I’m going to keep giving it to him because, without a doubt, this man is about to rock my fucking world.

Cara was right. He’s barely even touched me and already, I know that what happens up on this roof is going to destroy me for every other man who dares touch me. Nothing will compare to this.

The tension builds between us. We both know exactly where this is heading.

I feel the pulse throbbing deep in my core and I’m desperate to have him take me, but he doesn’t dare. He leaves me wanting, letting my anticipation build until the point of insanity.

I feel the cool breeze whooshing across the rooftop as he clutches the back of my neck tighter and pulls me back, breaking our kiss. He hovers over me; those usual bright blue eyes almost pitch black and flooded with intense hunger. “Get on your knees,” he rumbles, his voice thick and filled with the kind of authority I can’t deny.

Raising my chin in defiance, I let him see the brat deep inside me, wanting to hear the words on his lips, telling me exactly what he wants me to do. How fast? How deep? How fucking hard? My tongue rolls over my bottom lip and I watch how he zones in on the movement, feeling as though I’m claiming back just a fraction of my power. “Why?”

Those already dark eyes flame like molten lava and the deep, raw rumble of his voice makes my knees shake. “Because I’m your fucking god now.”

Chapter 7

OAKLEY

The burning hunger that assaults my body is like nothing I’ve ever felt, and without a damn word, I drop right to my knees, every last bit of feminism flying right off the edge of this damn rooftop. My thighs spread and my pussy aches to be touched, but I keep my stare locked on his, desperate to please him.

I’ve never felt like this before. Never bent to someone’s will, and I sure as fuck never enjoyed it like I do now. I don’t care if this man wants to throw me around like a ragdoll and fuck me until I can no longer walk. Whatever he wants, he gets.


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