Page 36 of Dirty Heirs

I wanted her.

I wanted them.

“Your dad won’t find out,” I told her, clicking the lock on the keyfob as we approached my Porsche 911 Carrera GTS. It was metallic blue and just as pretty as me.

I opened the passenger door, and Ella laughed, staring at the red thong hanging from the rearview mirror.

“Sonny, you have underwear on your mirror. Who do those belong to?”

“Me,” I said with my head held high. “The thong is mine.”

Aiden shook his head and smirked. “You got a secret career as a male stripper we don’t know about, Pretty Boy?”

“Actually, yes,” I said since I was not ashamed of anything I did. “I wore the thong last year when I did a private show at The Candy Shop.”

Ella looked confused. “Isn’t that a gay club?”

“How do you think I figured out I like men?” I said with more attitude than intended. “I went to gay clubs. Kissed guys. Fucked around.”

She held up her hands in surrender. “Hey, I’m not judging. I know you guys like each other. It’s cool with me.”

She better be cool with it.

Aiden jumped into the passenger seat first since my car barely fit two people comfortably, let alone three. “Didn’t I tell you she’s perfect for us?” He smiled up at Ella and patted his thigh. “Get in here, Cinders.”

She complied with his request and rubbed her sweet ass on his cock. I was not getting left out, so I bent down and pulled the seatbelt across her big tits that were popping out of her shirt. I noticed a two-tone green and yellow shamrock on her breast for the first time. Celtic vines connected it, and now my mind was racing.

I wanted to know what she was hiding.

My hand brushed her skin beneath the shirt as I peeled back the fabric. “What do we have here?”

“It’s a tattoo,” she said to state the obvious.

“Let me see it.”

She scanned the vacant parking lot. “Not here.”

Aiden moved his hand over mine on Ella’s chest. “Wait until you see the detail in her ink. It’s fucking awesome. Ella’s talented.”

I could have cared less about the ink. I wanted to see the beautiful body attached to it, but I said, “Can’t wait,” and closed the door.

We were halfway to the marina when I realized where I was driving. This impromptu ditch day wasn’t exactly something I had planned. Ella feared someone catching her outside of school. So I parked at the marina–the last place anyone would look for her.

“What are we doing here?” Ella shifted her weight on Aiden’s lap to look at me. “You have to take me back to school, Sonny. My dad will kill me.”

“It’s not like we’re leaving the port.” I opened the car door, one foot out of the car. “We’ll hang out on my yacht for an hour or two and return to school. No one will notice we were gone.”

“Uh, my teachers will,” she shot back. “What if they call my dad?”

“Let me handle it,” I said to assure her and exited the car.

She was terrified of her dad. I knew her life was shitty, but I had no idea she lived in constant fear. Her bodyguard drove her to and from school. Even when I saw her around town, she never drove herself. I didn’t think she owned a car or had a driver’s license. Cian had every right to protect Ella after what happened to her mother. And now that she was mine, I needed to protect her, too.

Once aboard the yacht, Ella stood on the deck, staring at the bay. “This view is incredible.” She spun in a circle, arms at her sides. “Wow! I can see Devil’s Creek and Beacon Bay perfectly from here.”

I was born into generational wealth, never wanting for a single thing. It wasn’t until I saw Aiden and Alex’s reactions that I realized most people don’t live this way. It was evident by the look of shock spreading across Ella’s face this wasn’t normal for her either. She lived in a gated compound in Beacon Bay, secure enough to be a fortress. But she had been denied so many things.

“I’d never been on a boat until Sonny invited me,” Aiden said, offering his hand to her.

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