Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Boys of Winter Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
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“Oh, shit,” I mutter, fumbling toward the sink before catching myself on the edge and turning on the taps. I quickly wash my hands and thank whoever lives above that King is just outside the door.

I splash some water on my face and let out a shaky breath. All I have to do is make it to the door and open it, then King can take my stupid ass home. Though, I’ll have to apologize. There’s no way I’m about to let him fuck me in here. I’ll probably offer to suck his dick only to test my gag reflexes and throw up all over him. Fuck me, I know he loves me and will quickly forgive, but he’ll never forget. I’ll be teased and tormented about it for as long as I live.

I stumble across the bathroom, silently cursing Ember’s parents for having such a lavish lifestyle. This bathroom is fucking huge, and usually I’d love that, but right now, the long walk to the door is killing me.

After what feels like a million pain-filled steps, my hand curls around the handle and I tear the door open into the busy hallway. There are people everywhere and I have to force myself to study each of their faces closely.

Someone laughs and the noise vibrates inside my head like a chainsaw. I instantly stumble back, slamming into the wall and desperately try to catch myself before I fall and drop to the ground.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I’ve been blind drunk a million times before and have never fumbled over myself like this before.

The nausea creeps up again and I slam my hand over my mouth, leaning back against the wall and taking slow, deep breaths to try and keep it down. The last thing I want is for my whole senior class to remember me as the chick who couldn’t control herself at the graduation party and ruined it by throwing up all through the hallway.

“King?” I call out, briefly remembering that he was supposed to be here. “King?”

I study the faces of everyone, looking at them closely, but all their features begin to blur together. Where is King? He was supposed to be here.

I push myself off the wall and start making my way back down the hallway, but there are people everywhere, bumping into my shoulders and standing in my way. I run headfirst into a platinum blonde and spill her drink all over her dress, and as her head snaps up, I groan.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Sara snaps, looking down at her ruined dress before looking at me more closely, and for once in my life, I’m actually happy to see the bitch. “Like seriously? What the fuck is wrong with you? You look like shit.”

Her friends laugh but she narrows her eyes, ignoring them. I shake my head. “I … um … King. Where’s King?”

Sara watches me for a second, her eyes focused way too hard on mine before a smile pulls at her lips. “Come on,” she says, looping her arm through mine and turning back the other way. “My phone is in a room back here. We can call him.”

Relief rushes through me as Sara drags me away, holding me up and promising that she’ll find the boys. With every step I take, my body gets heavier and harder to hold up, and when she finally finds the door to a secret room and pushes through it, I’ve never felt so happy.

The door closes behind us with a bang and Sara instantly switches on the light before helping me across the room. She lets go of me and I fall onto a hard bench, my ass hitting it with a heavy bang.

I groan, really having to fight to hold myself up. “Phone?” I mutter, my eyelids getting too heavy to keep open.

“Yeah, I’m finding it,” Sara tells me, her voice coming like a soft whisper as she steps right up in front of me and reaches for my black leather jacket. “Are you hot? We should take this off.”

I nod. How did she know? It really is hot in here. It must be all the bodies.

Sara draws my jacket down my arms and I tip my head back as I close my eyes, trying to block out all the dizziness. The darkness quickly spreads and I drop down, my back hitting the bench as my mind quickly fades, desperately needing to find the sweet silence of unconsciousness.

Something soft hits my neck and I tilt my head, opening up for more. Fuck that feels nice. Different, but nice. A soft groan pulls from deep within me as I get on board with this dream.

A hand takes my waist, slipping up under my tank, and if my limbs weren’t so heavy, I’d be pulling him closer, needing him to touch me more and make me feel alive. The softness at my neck is there again, and a breathy sigh slips from my lips, wanting more. The hand on my waist pushes my tank up and starts exploring my body.


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