Midnight Stage Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
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Ezra doesn’t stop fucking me, letting me ride out my orgasm on his cock as his thumb continues working my clit, and fuck, it’s delicious. I pant and gasp, desperately trying to catch my breath when he grabs the back of my neck and kisses me again, and as he thrusts deeply into me again, I feel as he finishes, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside my cunt.

I feel like a goddess, my whole body trembling as we reach our high together.

He rocks back and forth, one hand on my ass, the other wrapped around my waist, holding me to him as he breaks our kiss and drops his forehead to mine, both of us slowly catching our breath. “You have no idea how long I’ve wondered just how tight your sweet little cunt could squeeze me.”

My cheeks flame, and instead of being embarrassed, I lift my chin and own it. “Is that all you’ve wondered about?”

He shakes his head, his eyes dancing with the darkest desire. “You might think you know, but I promise you, Rae, you’ve got no fucking idea the vile things I want to do to you.”

Hunger drums inside of me, and he leans back in, closing the gap as his lips brush against mine. I capture them and kiss him deeper before pulling back and locking my arms around his neck. As I hold him, the weight of our situation dawns on me, and despite how incredible this was, it can’t magically erase all the pain and resentment.

He lets out a heavy sigh, holding me just as tightly as I hold him, sensing the change within me. “I don’t want to walk away from this, Rae,” he murmurs, his lips brushing across my neck as his fingers dance across my skin. “The second I get out of this pool, I know you’re going to act like this never happened, and I can’t bear to pretend like that.”

“I can’t just come walking straight back into your life as though everything isn’t different now. Too much has happened. There’s too much I have to work through first.”

He nods, knowing it just as well as I do. “When you’re ready—”

“I know,” I whisper.

A moment of torturous silence passes between us when he pulls back and takes my chin between his thumb and finger, his dark gaze staring into mine. “Do you want me to go?”

I shake my head. “No,” I say, trembling. “Can we just . . . stay like this for a little while longer?”

“Yeah, Rae,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss to my temple, just like he used to when I was a teenager. “We can stay as long as you need.”

22

Raleigh

16 YEARS OLD

The tattoo artist grunts at me. “Hypothetically Yours?” The big gruff dude asks. “Isn’t that the song by that new boy band? Devil’s Obsession or something like that?”

“First off, they’re not a boy band. They’re a rock band. Big difference,” I say. “And second, they’re called Demon’s—”

“Ahhhh, shit. You’re a groupie, aren’t you?” he accuses, almost seeming disappointed in me. “You know, I see girls like you come in here all the time thinking if they tattoo some famous dude’s name on their ass, they’ll get his attention, but more often than not, I end up with them right back on my table asking for a cover up.”

“This is different,” I say, wanting to smack him in the face, but considering his right hand is bigger than my whole body, I fight the urge to smack him around. “I’m not a groupie.”

“They’re all in their twenties, aren’t they? Little old for you, don’t you think?”

“No. They’re nineteen,” I say, rolling my eyes. “And I’m six—eighteen. Besides, like I said, I’m not a groupie. I’m dating the lead singer, and my brother is the guitarist. Plus, not that it’s any of your business, but ‘Hypothetically Yours’ was written about me.”

The big guy laughs so hard he almost falls off his chair. “Okay, whatever you say, princess,” he says, having to wipe the tears from his eyes. “We all have to embrace the delusion every now and then, but you’re paying me cash, so I’m not about to say no. Sit tight, I’ll get it drawn up.”

A stupid grin stretches across my face, and I suddenly feel like an idiot for not bringing Ezra with me to hold my hand, but if he knew, he would have told me to wait until I was eighteen and to think it through. Or at least be here to call me a chicken when I freak out about the needle. But the plan is to surprise him, and tonight seems like the perfect night.

He messaged me earlier wanting to take me out, and I can’t help but wonder if tonight is the night . . . not just surprise him with my tattoo night, but the night. It’s been almost six months since the big execs from Louder Records came to watch them at their gig, and Ezra unknowingly crushed my soul. They were signed within the week, and their lives have spiraled in the best way. Their first single ‘Hypothetically Yours’ came out a little over two months ago, and in that time, the boys have skyrocketed to international stardom. It’s been incredible, a whirlwind of craziness, but it also means that finding time alone with Ezra has been impossible.



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