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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Cruz winks and everything below the border clenches. “I’m counting on it.”

I pull myself away from the ticking time bomb, needing that bit of space to keep my head screwed on correctly. He caught me in a weak moment. I was more than content living in my dreamland where I had four perfectly behaved men worshipping my body as though they’ll never get to taste it again. It was magical and has left me more than willing to forgive and forget just to feel that same magic all over again.

But I won’t. They won’t be getting off that easily. I’ll just have to kick the boys out of my room, visit the drawer beside my bed, and dust off a few toys. Though, the last time I tried to get myself off, I ended up with Paris breaking into my room and nearly getting stabbed for what must be the third or fourth time.

Fuck, maybe my pussy is cursed.

I shake off the thoughts and pull out of Cruz’s arms before cutting across my room to the massive walk-in closet. “How much time do we have?”

“Twenty minutes or so,” Cruz murmurs, walking into the doorway of the closet and leaning up against the frame.

My eyes bug out of my head. “Twenty minutes?” I demand. “Holy fuck, Cruz. You should have woken me like an hour ago. I can’t get ready in twenty minutes. There’s too much to do. How the hell am I supposed to make myself look like your worst nightmare who just stepped out of hell in twenty minutes?”

Cruz laughs and steps deeper into the closet. “Babe, you look like the fucking angel of death any day of the week. You could turn up dressed as a fucking clown wearing a pink tutu and they would still kneel before you.”

I shake my head. “No, you don’t get it. I can’t just look like my usual fucked up self in leather pants, sexy boots, and a goddamn chip on my shoulder. This whole faked death thing is a chance for a new start. I get to be reborn today, and I get to do it in the image I want the rest of Dynasty to see me as. This is a big, defining moment for me, and I want it to be so fucking perfect that kids will talk about it for the rest of their lives.”

Carver grumbles from the bed. “Babe, you’re coming back from the dead. Go naked if you want to. No matter what you wear, people are going to talk about it.”

I grab a heel from my shoe rack, shove my head out of my closet and launch it at his stupid head. “You’re such a guy. You don’t get it.”

Carver narrowly avoids the shoe and climbs out of bed, his cock standing at attention as he stretches and runs his hand down his chest. His other hand falls to his hard cock and he smirks across the room at me. “You and I are already dead, so what do you say about one last good fuck before we rise from the ashes and blow their fucking minds?”

I glance away from his gorgeous cock and focus on the rack of clothes before me. “You’re on your own,” I tell him. “But if you stop by King’s room, I bet he’d be willing to help you out. He could use something shoved down his throat to keep those bullshit comments from flying out of his damn mouth.”

“The fuck did you just say?” King’s voice comes booming through my room.

I cringe, sinking deeper into my closet. “Fuck,” I mutter, glaring across at Cruz. “Thanks for the heads up.”

Cruz’s hands fly up. “Hey, I’m in the fucking closet with you. I didn’t see him either. That shit is all on you.”

Carver walks by the closet door and straight out of my room, his dick still in his hand. When King doesn’t say another word, I happily assume that he left with Carver to get their asses ready for my big, shining moment … or to follow through on my suggestion.

My eyes shuffle over my clothes, stopping on a dark red latex dress that I haven’t had the pleasure of trying on before. “Perfect,” I grin, taking the dress off the hanger and looking over it. This is going to be a bitch to get into, but it’ll be so worth it. But how?

My gaze shifts to Cruz who still stands right beside me and my grin only stretches wider. “What?” he questions, knowing the look in my eyes all too well.

“I’ll make you a deal,” I tell him. “You help me get into this thing and while you do, I’ll give you a chance to plead your case.”

His eyebrows shoot straight up as he all but snatches the dress out of my hands and studies it closely, trying to figure out how the hell to get it on. “You got yourself a deal, babe, but I don’t know how helpful I’m going to be, like how the fuck does this even work? Do you step into it or does it go over your head? I mean, it’s a little stretchy, but … fuck.”


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