Page 65 of Dirty Heirs

“I get it. You’re a spoiled brat.” I whipped out my dick and pissed, tucking the phone in the crook of my neck as I shook it off. “You can’t live without Daddy’s money and won’t let anything get in the way of that.” He tried to cut in, but I stopped him by saying, “I won’t get in the way. When you see me at school today, you can fuck the hell off and keep walking.”

Before I could hang up, he said, “Sunshine, please.”

I set the phone on the counter, debating whether or not to let him finish, but I caved and hit the speaker phone button. “Say whatever you think will make a difference, and then we’re done.”

“Why are you so fucking mad?” Sonny shouted. “You’re not the one with a sore ass and a broken… heart.”

“I didn’t break it,” I fired back, even more annoyed with each second he tried to explain himself. “You chose to kneel like a little bitch. God forbid you couldn’t access your yacht or Black Card. It would be the end of the fucking world.”

“You’re intentionally being an asshole about this and won’t let me finish what I called to say.”

I towel-dried my hands, picked up the phone, and entered my bedroom. “Say it already because I’m tired and not in the mood to be having this conversation at the asscrack of dawn.”

“Fine,” he grunted. “I wrote that message because of Ella. She’s the reason my dad lost his shit.”

“I figured as much. But that didn’t give you the right to treat me like shit.” Laying back on a stack of pillows, I stretched my long legs across the mattress and listened to his voice, hating this had to end. “We took her virginity, Sonny. It fucking meant something to me.”

Saturday was the best night of my life. Being with Ella and Sonny felt right, like I was exactly where I belonged. I never had a real home. Not unless you counted that torture chamber I called my childhood hellhole.

Home was always my twin. As long as Alex was with me, I could never be lost. She was my true North. And then, I met Ella and Sonny. We hadn’t known each other long, but with them, I was at peace. And while we were together, I thought… This could be my home.

A few seconds passed, the near silence filled with our heavy breathing, before Sonny said, “It meant something to me, too. You both do. But don’t you see this could never go anywhere? The three of us have no future. Ella’s a Doyle. The feud between our families is worse than the Capulets and Montagues. A relationship with Ella would only end one way for all of us.”

“I don’t have a problem with the Doyles.”

Sonny laughed. “Is that so? Then I dare you to go to her house and introduce yourself to Cian Doyle as Aiden Wellington. See if he ever lets Ella out of the house with Alex again.”

“I’m not letting her go,” I told him. “She’s mine.”

“She was ours for the night. We had fun and a lot of fucking orgasms. But you gotta let her go before Cian finds out.”

My cock was rock solid hearing the timbre of his voice, a specific sound that just fucking worked for me. I shoved down my boxer briefs and fisted my cock. The anger bubbling inside my chest only got me harder and more irritated. So I jerked my shaft in quick, angry strokes.

“Fuck you,” I choked out. “What your parents don’t know won’t kill them.”

Sonny didn’t respond at first, listening to his effect on me and breathing heavier into the phone. “Are you jerking off?”

“So what if I am?” I quickened my pace, loving that he knew what he was doing to me. “You got a problem with it, Pretty Boy?”

“Not at all,” Sonny said, but it sounded like a moan. “I guess you’re not that mad if we’re having phone sex.”

“We’re not,” I said to correct him, rubbing my thumb over the leaking tip of my cock to get more lubrication. “I’m getting off while you finish talking. So hurry up. You have until I come to finish.”

“Oh, hell no. You don’t get to come without me.” I heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering, and seconds later, he said, “Are you thinking about fucking me while you stroke that big dick?”

“Yep, that will do it,” I muttered, clamping my teeth down on my bottom lip as my balls tightened. “Keep talking, Pretty Boy. Tell me how much you like it when I fuck your ass.”

“Fuck,” Sonny moaned. The sound of his skin slapping was audible through the speaker. “You're better at this than me, Sunshine. Don’t stop. Tell me what you want to do to me.”

I’d never had phone sex before, and now I was wondering why. Sonny brought out a different side to me. Everyone else saw my rough exterior, the front I put on for the world, but he broke through every barrier I constructed. He whittled down my resolve each day until we were in bed together.

“You look so fucking hot bent over, your asshole dripping with lube and begging for my cock.” So close to finding my release, I curled my fist firmly around my shaft and rode out the powerful sensation spreading up my thighs. “I want you like that every time I see you. And that pretty mouth of yours… I love seeing your cheeks puffed out, spit and my cum dripping from those pretty lips.”

“Oh, fuck,” Sonny whimpered. “I’m gonna come, Sunshine.”

“Me, too. I’m coming so fucking hard for you.”

Within seconds, we were both unraveling, consumed by our orgasms. Sonny moaned into my ear as I shot my load into my hand. A few drops spilled onto my bare stomach, but I didn’t feel like moving yet.

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