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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But nothing happens.

Opening my eyes, I see him looking down at me with a smirk on his face. He places a chaste kiss on my cheek, turns, and leaves without another word.

I’m left cold and wanting.

My heart is heavy.

Why didn’t he kiss me?

31

SASHA

I have no idea where we’re going.

Normally, this would scare me, but after the impromptu trip we took, I’m excited and nervous instead. The last surprise was incredible.

My knee bounces up and down where I sit beside Gideon in the back seat of the Escalade.

From across the small space, I can see that Gideon is watching me.

His head is tilted in my direction, and I know that if I turn to face him, his crystal-blue eyes will have me locked in his trance.

On my lap, the tips of my fingers drum frantically.

His hand reaches out across the space, and he shuffles his body until he is right beside me, his hand taking mine in his.

I practically melt into the seat. Even this simple touch unravels me.

“There is no reason to be nervous.”

I turn my head to look up at him. “I’m not nervous.”

“Doesn’t look that way to me.” His eyes shine, even in the dim light of the car.

He lifts my hand and kisses my knuckles one by one. “Should I be?” I ask, trying to distract myself from what he’s doing.

He knows it, and he isn’t about to allow it. He stops his small kisses, and the moment our eyes lock again, the breath is knocked out of my lungs.

There is a strange energy that pulses between us.

Thick and charged with want.

I want to erase the small space between us and beg him to wrap his arms around me.

I can tell he wants the same.

Just as I think he might, the car rolls to a stop, and the moment is gone. Feeling disappointed, I move away from Gideon, looking toward the window, and narrow my eyes to look outside the car.

It’s dark outside, and it’s nearly impossible to see any details.

The door opens a second later, and when I step out into the pitch-black night, I still can’t figure out where he’s taken me.

Gideon steps out behind me, and then he’s taking my hand in his.

“Come on.” He gives my hand a little squeeze.

“Where are we?”

“Soon,” he responds, giving nothing away.

A few weeks ago, I would have called the move infuriating, but I know whatever the surprise is, Gideon has thought only of my happiness.

My chest feels warm at the thought.

Together we walk to a back door, and I notice it’s not locked as one of the men on Gideon’s team opens it for us.

It’s dark inside, but I allow Gideon to lead me to wherever he wants me to go.

It doesn’t take long before we stop, and the lights flicker on.

I’m standing on a stage.

But not just any stage.

It’s Lincoln Center. “How…” I mumble out, my eyes wide, my mouth hanging open now.

Swallowing, I try to clear my throat. Words feel thick, and my heart races frantically. “How are we here?”

“We got in a car and—”

“Don’t play dumb. You know what I mean.” The words are whispered as I take in the opulence of the space.

“I wanted you to play for me.”

“You know I can’t do that.” My excitement has transformed into full-fledged panic.

My hands shake at my side as the blood pounds heavily in my veins.

I lose my footing from how hard I am shivering, but Gideon is quick to hold me steady. “Nobody’s here. It’s just you and me, firefly,” he whispers into my ear, holding me from behind.

“What?” I ask, turning to look at him over my shoulder. “Just us?”

He nods. “I rented out the place. You’ll only play for me tonight.”

I sigh in relief, but it’s only temporary. “I still can’t play for you.”

“You can and you will, firefly,” he says, leaving no room for argument. “Now, take a seat.” He taps my ass, and I glare at him in response. His hands fly up in surrender on a chuckle.

Looking back toward the stage, I notice a chair set up a few feet away, and right beside it is my cello.

Tentatively, I walk over. Opening the case slowly, I pull out my instrument. I feel faint as I stare at it.

“Stop stalling, Sasha. You’re going to play, and nothing is going to stop that fact.”

Can I do this?

Taking a seat, I look toward the vastness of the auditorium.

As a child, my parents would take me here. That was before they died, and life handed me disappointment after disappointment.

The seats are empty, but it doesn’t matter. In my mind, they are filled with prying eyes and judgment.

My palms start to sweat, and my legs shake.

Gideon steps up behind me and places a hand on my shoulder.

“Focus on my words, firefly. Only me.”

“Okay,” I mumble out, determined to at least try.


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