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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Fucking hell.

My elbows hit the table and I drop my head into my hands, needing to scream, but something tells me that the three psychos in the room have already had enough of my outbursts today. Roman said they’ve been lenient, and I have to agree, but that’s only going to last so long.

My tongue rolls over my bottom lip and I let out a shaky breath, wanting to know every bit of information that they’re willing to offer me before this little grace period is over. “You mentioned rules,” I ask, not aiming my question at a specific brother. “What rules?”

Levi takes the reins. “As we mentioned, you will earn your meals. Behave and you will be rewarded. Try to run from us, and you will suffer the consequences as you learned before. However, we do not make a habit of missing. Do not be fooled,” he says, allowing his knife to glisten in the light and shine right into my eyes. “I have no issue stabbing this knife right through your back.”

I swallow hard. I’m certainly not fooled. These guys have earned their reputation for a reason.

I nod, starting to feel the heaviness of the situation weighing down on me. “What else?”

“It’s quite simple,” Marcus says, filling in for his brother as his voice drops to a tone so sinister that chills spread through my body and send goosebumps rising on my skin. “When it’s time to play, you better be ready. Girls who refuse us don’t often enjoy what comes next.”

“Play?” I question, a lump forming in my throat all over again. “You mean … sex?”

Roman chuckles, the sound so innocent yet filled with so much danger. “You’re intrigued by the idea of fucking us,” he states as though it’s a cold-hard fact.

I shake my head. “No, I just … What else could you mean by play?”

He leans forward, his eyes focusing on mine and holding me captive. “When was the last time you were fucked so hard that you couldn’t walk in the morning?”

I straighten against the backrest of my chair as though that could magically help me put space between us. “How is that any of your business?”

“We own you,” he reminds me. “Your body belongs to us. Every freckle, every scar, every time it’s been touched is my fucking business. Answer the question.”

“I … uhh.” My cheeks flush and I find myself glancing away, too ashamed to admit that no man has ever fucked me quite like that. I mean, I’ve had plenty of good ones, a few alright ones, and far too many guys who could barely get it in before they were finishing on the side of my leg. But a real, honest to God, deep and thorough fucking? Yeah … that’s not something I’ve ever experienced.

Roman leans back, more intrigued than ever. “You haven’t. Are you a virgin?”

My eyes nervously flick around the room, not loving the topic of conversation. First off, how is that any of his goddamn business? And second, what does it matter if I am or not? I won’t be spreading my legs for him. “I thought you weren’t into raping girls,” I spit, wanting the topic off my sex life.

His eyes harden and the anger pulsing within them has me shrinking in my seat, wishing I could slide under the table and completely disappear. “WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT QUESTIONING ME?”

Fuck.

“I—”

“ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION.”

“NO,” I yell back at him. “I’M NOT A FUCKING VIRGIN. I just—”

Levi narrows his gaze. “Haven’t been fucked properly.” I glance away, unsure why I feel so ashamed of my shitty, limited experience, but he takes pity on me and changes the topic. “When is your period due?”

My eyes bug out of my head. “Excuse me?”

“Your period,” he repeats, in frustration. “When is it due? Or would you prefer to sit on your bed and soil your sheets with blood? It doesn’t bother me either way. Though, if I’m honest, the sight of blood smeared across a pretty girl’s bed gets me fucking hard.”

I raise my brow, more than done with this inquisition into my life as I try to ignore his murderous comments and focus on the topic at hand. “I have irregular periods. It comes when it wants, but I’m surprised you don’t know that. It would be mentioned in my medical files.”

“We do know that,” Marcus throws right back. “You’ve been seeing the same doctor since you were nine. You were prescribed birth control at sixteen to help regulate your period, but it just turned you into a raging bitch, so you stopped using it. Risky fucking game, don’t you think?”

I glare down the table at him, more than ready to turn the tables and press a knife to his throat, but a fucked-up psycho like him would probably just get hard and come in his pants. Who does he think he is preaching to me about risky games? I’m not the one running around slaughtering half the town. I take a deep breath and let him see the rage in my eyes. “If you already know,” I growl, “then why the hell are you asking?”


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