Page 46 of Dirty Heirs

He shoved the blond hair away from his eyes and smirked. “Because that bitch told everyone.”

“Hey, at least she had nice things to say about you. It could have been worse.”

“Oh, yeah?” Aiden asked. “What did she say?”

I bit my lip and peeked up at him. “She said his dick is huge… and she bled like crazy when they had sex.”

Would I bleed a lot when I finally lost my virginity? It was different with every girl. Some said there was hardly any. Others bled so much they had to throw out the sheets. I researched online to calm my nerves, but it only freaked me out.

“How about we stop talking about other girls?” Sonny’s right eyebrow turned up at me. “You’re the only woman on my mind tonight.”

“Yeah. I’m just…”

“Nervous,” Aiden said for me, sliding his hand onto my ass. “We know. You talk a lot when you’re mentally freaking out.”

“Well…” We stopped on the top floor in front of a door. “I don’t know what to expect. Were you guys nervous your first time?”

“Yes,” they said in unison.

“It’s normal, Cinders.”

“Totally normal,” Sonny agreed. He unlocked the door and pushed it open for us. “The master suites are on this floor. No one is allowed up here. We’ll have complete privacy all night.”

As we passed a few doors, I wondered what was behind each one. The yacht was a floating hotel. At least ten or fifteen doors were on this floor alone, not including the staterooms below us.

“What about the bleeding part?” I asked them. “I mean… God, this is so embarrassing.” My cheeks were on fire. “You guys must think I’m…”

“Beautiful,” Aiden said before I could finish.

“Sexy,” Sonny added, smacking my ass. “Don’t worry, El. I have plenty of sheets. And I’m not afraid of blood.”

“Neither am I,” Aiden told me, rubbing circles on my back to soothe me. “Remember what I said earlier? This goes as far as you want it, okay?”

“Okay,” I choked out.

At the end of the corridor, Sonny unlocked the double doors and stepped inside. The room was three times the size of my bedroom, which said a lot because I had tons of space.

“Make yourselves at home.” Sonny pointed to the right. “There’s a bar over there.” He nodded to the left. “The kitchen is over there.” He tugged on my hand, guiding me to the right. “The bedroom is over here. Both of your bags are in my closet.”

It was my first sleepover. I wasn’t sure what to bring, so I stuck to a small overnight bag with makeup, a toothbrush, pajamas, and an extra pair of clothes. Of course, Aiden traveled light. He came with the same graffiti backpack he carried every day to school.

Sonny stopped at the bar. “Do you want a drink?”

I shook my head, still buzzing from earlier. For my first time, I needed to be coherent and alert. This was one night I wanted to remember forever.

“Maybe later,” Aiden said. “I’ve already drank half a case of beer.”

“Let me give you the tour.”

Sonny quickly showed us the kitchen, bathrooms, and spare bedrooms and led us to the master bedroom. I could barely breathe as we stepped inside. Flames clawed at my skin, burning me up from the inside out.

Aiden was behind me, his big hand covering my right ass cheek, pushing me toward the bed. It looked like a California king.

Plenty of room for us.

The master suite was decorated in fine art and tasteful colors like the rest of the yacht. You could tell an interior designer carefully curated everything because it lacked Sonny’s personality.

Sonny sat on the edge of the mattress, legs spread and staring up at me. “I want to try something different tonight so it lasts longer and feels better for you. Have you heard of edging?”

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