Page 24 of Dirty Heirs

“The Marshalls.”

“And the glass mansion? Is that your house or the Battles?”

“The Battles,” he confirmed, stuffing his hands into his pockets, studying my face. “The Cormac Compound is the stone monstrosity that looks like something from a magazine. It’s been photographed dozens of times over the years.”

I plucked a slice of white cheese from the platter, sandwiched it between two crackers, and took a bite. A strange taste filled my mouth, making my tastebuds go wild… and not in a good way.

“What the fuck kind of cheese is this?” I dropped the crackers and cheese onto a plate and opened a water bottle to eliminate the taste. “It’s expired.”

“That would be Cantal,” Sonny explained, smirking at my distaste for his fancy-ass food. “It’s French. My mother doesn’t eat cheddar cheese. It bothers her stomach.”

“But she likes that nasty shit?” I downed half of the sparkling water in a glass bottle with some name I couldn’t pronounce. “Next time, warn me before I bite into rotten food.”

He laughed, pushing off from the island to approach me. “You have much to learn. Whatever garbage your parents fed you will never be served in Devil’s Creek.” Sonny grabbed a slice of creamy yellow cheese from the platter. “It’s time to refine your palate.” He held it up to my mouth. “Be a good boy and take a bite.”

“Fuck, no.” I turned my head away when he tried to feed me. “Get that shit away from me.”

“Trust me,” Sonny said in a firm tone. “This one you will like.”

“What is it?”

“Just open your mouth, Aiden.” Sonny pushed on my chest and backed me against the counter, the cheese touching my lips. “Pretend it’s my cock you’re so hungry for.”

For some dumb reason, I opened my mouth and let Sonny stick the cheese on my tongue. I took a bite, surprised that it was good and helped to rid the foul taste from my mouth.

Sonny stared as I ate the cheese out of his hand like a damn mouse, his eyes never leaving mine. It was oddly sensual.

“What kind of cheese is this?” I asked once I swallowed it.

“Gouda.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of that.” I licked my lips, still focused on him, tempted to eat another slice. “We were lucky if we got Mac and Cheese for dinner once a week.”

His nose scrunched at my confession. “I know what your parents did to you and Alex. I’m sorry you had to go through that. I’m a good listener if you want to talk to someone.”

“Nah, I’m good. I don’t do mushy shit.”

My cheeks heated at the thought of anyone knowing what we went through at the hands of our parents. When I closed my eyes, I could still hear Alex’s screams. My mother’s laughter. I’d broken the lock on my bedroom door dozens of times, trying to get to her. My mother never had money for food, but she always made sure the door was fixed, anything to keep me away from my sister.

“I don’t want your pity,” I fired back, wanting to drop this conversation like a hot poker. “We did just fine on our own.”

Sonny’s hand settled onto my waist. “I’ll admit, I don’t know what it’s like not to have money. But I can promise you this. You’ll never have to live like that ever again. You and your sister are one of us now. Founders. And that means a lot more than you realize.”

He caged me against the island with his hip, his hand sliding up my chest, exploring the ridges of my six-pack. I may have looked like I was in a punk rock band, but I worked out and liked to stay in shape. Sonny seemed surprised by his discovery and licked his lips. His fingers trailed over my nipple, teasing the tiny bud until it hardened.

Fuck, I loved how this felt.

I let out a soft moan that quickly turned into a growl of frustration because I really wanted him. It had been a while since I hooked up with a guy, and none were as hot as Sonny. His slow exploration of my body continued until his fingers were curled around my throat.

“You’re so fucking hot.” His tongue traced over his lips, and the simple gesture turned my cock to stone. “I swear I’ve been waiting for you all my life.”

I was speechless, unsure how to respond, and annoyed that I was turned on and wanted him to touch me. As he held my gaze, my heart raced in my chest. I kissed a few guys and fucked around, but it never felt this good.

His hand traveled from my throat to my jaw, and he rolled the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. “How many guys have you been with?”

“Not many.”

He nudged his knee between my legs to make room for himself. “Have you ever fucked a man?”

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