Sinful Heir (The Heirs #6) Read Online Michelle Heard

Categories Genre: Billionaire, College, Dark, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: The Heirs Series by Michelle Heard
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
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Her other hand begins to massage the stretch of skin beneath my balls, and realizing what she has planned for me, makes my lips curve up.

The moment her finger circles the rim of my ass, I grab hold of her hair and fist the silky strands. My muscles strain, and a hiss forces its way through my clenched teeth as I struggle not to take over.

Hana sucks hard at the head of my cock, and her fingers tighten in a biting hold on the base. When she pushes a finger inside me, I lose all control. Tightening my grip on her hair, I thrust up. Hearing her gag makes my hips move faster. My ass tightens around her finger, and then I fucking drive into her mouth, my cock craving the tight confines of her throat.

My orgasm slithers down my spine, ready to strike at any moment. “Fuck, Hana,” I snarl. Grinding my teeth, my body bows up, and my cock begins to jerk as I empty myself. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Then Hana fucking curls her finger inside me, and it makes the pleasure so intense I swear I have an out of body experience, watching her deep throat me while finger-fucking my ass.

She sucks every last drop from me, turning my body into a boneless mess.

Having laid claim to my demented soul, she pulls her finger out and crawling over my body, there’s a satisfied smirk on her face. It makes her look like a seductive siren as she says, “Mine.”

Wrapping my arms around her, I flip her onto her back, and then my mouth attacks hers. Wanting to taste myself, I suck hard on her tongue.

When my lips are numb, I yank her shirt off, and then I feast on her breasts until they’re pebbled between my teeth. By the time I bite and lick at her toned stomach, I’m hard again. My whole body rolls forward, and I drive my cock hard inside her wet pussy.

My body shudders from being home. I grab hold of her hips, and my fingers dig into her skin. Yanking her ass against my balls, my hips piston forward, and I take her as hard as I can. I fuck her raw until her screams, moans, and sighs create a heavenly sound.

Knowing the other men in the house might hear how I’m taking my woman hard, fast, and deep only makes my lips curve up in a possessive smirk.

All. Fucking. Mine.

HANA

I finally get to prepare the black bean noodle dish for Tristan. I multiply the ingredients by eight to make sure there’s enough for all the men.

Alexei comes in, and taking a deep breath, he lets out a groan. “This is a sight I can get used to seeing in my kitchen.” He comes to stand next to me and stares at the black bean mixture. “When will it be ready?”

I let out a chuckle. “Soon.” I turn to face him, a warm smile forming on my face. Our eyes meet, and unable to stop myself, I hug him again while saying, “I’m so grateful for you.”

Alexei lets out a burst of soft laughter as he rubs a hand over my back. “No one fucks with our Hana.”

Looking up, I grin at him. “I like the sound of that… our Hana.”

My words make a broad smile curve his lips up.

I pull back and check the food again. Hearing footsteps, I glance over my shoulder and see Demitri come into the kitchen. He takes a seat at the table. “It smells good.”

Alexei goes to sit next to Demitri, and it has me asking, “How did the two of you meet?”

I expect Alexei to answer, and I’m surprised when Demitri says, “I was trained as a custodian for Alexei.”

Glancing at them, I ask, “Custodian?”

“Zashchitnik… Khranitel'. It means I live to protect him.”

Turning the heat on the stove down to let the food simmer, I turn to face them. “So you were raised with the sole purpose to protect Alexei?”

Demitri nods. Glancing between the two men, I ask, “And you’re both okay with it?”

Demitri nods again. “It’s a great honor.”

I’m about to ask how he was trained when Tristan comes into the kitchen, followed by Nikhil and Sacha.

Tristan and Sacha sit down, and Nikhil comes to look at the food.

My eyes drop to the sling around his shoulder and arm. “How do you feel?”

Nikhil’s mouth curves up. “Fine.”

“Take a seat so we can eat,” I say, and it has Nikhil darting to the table. As I glance at the five men, happiness surges through me. It’s as if we became a family over the past two days. Knowing they would die for me – makes me feel humble and powerful at the same time.

Grabbing bowls, I begin to plate the food. I place the first bowl in front of Tristan before I bring the rest to the table.


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