Sinful Crown Read Online Ava Harrison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 104127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
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I bite my lower lip, knowing all about the numerous secrets Roman kept. It might be the only thing this man and I have in common. We were both kept in the dark about so much that revolved around my brother.

“By the time I got to know you and ensured you were who I thought, I was running out of time.”

“Because of the ‘unknown threat’?” I air quote.

“Yes.”

“Which is?” My hand rises, twisting in the air for him to start elaborating. These one-word answers aren’t going to work for me.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “Roman didn’t elaborate, and so far, I haven’t found any concrete information leading me to a specific organization or person who would want you dead.”

His answer is depressing, and with nothing to say, I grab the mug and take another sip of the coffee. Mostly to keep from saying something that won’t help this situation.

“You can use my bathroom to freshen up.”

“I don’t even have a toothbrush,” I sneer, remembering that he’d brought me here against my own free will.

“I’ve taken the liberty of grabbing some of your stuff from your room. Your toothbrush is among the items.”

My nose scrunches, and my eyes thin to slits. “Yet more invasions of my privacy.”

His head shakes. “How so, firefly? What could I have possibly done now to have you up in arms?”

“You went into my room and got my things.”

He takes one threatening step forward. “You forget…One: this is my house. Two: I bought you those things, Sasha. I’ll do as I please.” He turns around and is just about out of the closet when I yell to his back.

“And I don’t want to be here.”

He glances over his shoulder. “Tough. Get dressed. We’re heading downstairs in five minutes. You need to eat something.”

I don’t understand this man at all.

He’s holding me here like a prisoner, but he’s concerned about me eating. The many sides of this man have my insides twisted, and it’s a feeling I don’t like at all.

I stand, stomping my foot like a child. At this point, my blood is boiling, and the need to smack him in his gorgeous face is intense. He doesn’t so much as pay a single bit of attention to my tantrum. He’s already out of the room, leaving me to do as he’s commanded.

Well…fuck that.

My stomach gurgles loudly, and all the fight bleeds out of me. I have two options. I can stay here all day and whine about my situation, all the while starving, or I can get myself together, get some food, and plead my case about leaving.

Despite my current feelings toward Gideon, I have to admit that while he might not be a good man, he isn’t all bad either. It’s unsettling, but it’s the truth.

Maybe I can help him see reason. It’s worth a shot.

19

GIDEON

Despite it being my plan to keep her close to me, I need to get out of my fucking room. Seeing her in my shirt, verbally sparring with her, watching her squirm in her sleep, as she had a dream I would have loved to be privy to, and then hearing the sounds she made over breakfast, I’m holding on by a thread.

Pushing away from the table, I storm out of the room, instructions in place for the men guarding her.

I can’t risk someone taking her away from me. Not with my obsession in place.

Fuck. What is happening to me?

My shoes hit the marble floor as I walk toward the door that leads downstairs to my security team. I’ve sent texts to my men, but it’s time to meet in person. I’ve been holding it off to stay close to her, but this can’t be pushed off anymore.

Other than the guards who are watching Sasha, everyone is downstairs by the time I hit the last step.

They’re all standing around waiting for me. Typical as of late. I make my way to the table in the center of the large room in which we hold meetings. The chair screeches as I pull it away, echoing through the room like a freight train. “What do we know?” I ask as I take a seat.

“Still no word on what happened to the shipment of drugs, sir.”

Fuck. Of course, my men assume I’m talking about the drugs. They don’t know that the only thing I’ve been able to think about is Sasha.

My dick is leading the show, which is not a good thing.

I shake my head, and Julian lifts a brow.

“Sasha,” I grit out, annoyed I’m going to have to see the look on his face when he realizes that she consumes my every thought.

Just as I suspected, his lip twitches. He wants to laugh. And me? I want to reach across the table and threaten to cut his tongue out of his mouth if he utters a single word.


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