Page 98 of Heartless Heathens
Sonny pulled his hand out dramatically, moving out of the way while she squirted her climax onto my bed.
“What?” I shouted out with excitement. “I didn’t know she could do that. I didn’t know you could do that!” I laughed out, way more impressed than I probably should have been.
“It’s not a question of whether she can do it, it's a question of whetheryoucan make her,” Sonny said, wiping his fingers on his shirt and walking out of the room.
I side eyed him before towering over Mina and scooping her into my arms.
“You’re so pretty when you come.” I kissed her, nipping at her lower lip gently before letting go.
“I want to do more than this,” she said with a whine, biting her own lip from nervousness.
“Is this not enough?” I tried deflecting again, she’d been dropping hints and asking more often.
I couldn’t let her know that I was avoiding it because I didn’t want to get any closer.
I was obsessed with this girl.
Burying my cock deep inside of her was the only thing I thought about. But she had this thing with Sonny and at the end of the day, I’d be blind to try to pretend like she didn’t have something else with Corvin too. Where did that leave all of us? It felt like we’d reached an unspoken stalemate.
We didn’t fuck her.
I wasn’t going to be the one to break the balance. I knew my heart couldn’t handle the consequences.
“Please,” she begged, her hands trailing over my cock through my pants.
“I would rather just bring you pleasure, think of me as your servant.” I grabbed a towel to help her clean up and I winked her way.
She saw right through me, scowling and ripping the towel from my hand to wipe herself off. She pulled her underwear up and adjusted herself before walking out the door.
“Are they leaving me with you?” She walked into Corvin’s room like she was more than used to how things worked around here.
“Wanna get ice cream?” he asked, her eyes going wide and she smiled bigger than when she got fingerbanged by Sonny.
She nodded dramatically and he pushed up off of his bed, grabbing the bottle of pills that sat on the nightstand.
“Call your little stupid friend,” he told her and she squealed before pulling her phone out of her pocket to call Reesa.
I felt bad that my brother needed to have some sort of fucking chaperone for every moment of his life now. But what the fuck would happen if he blacked out in the middle of fuck knows where, and the only person who could help him was Mina?
I’d hate to say it, but they would probably be fucked.
Fucked.
Sonny and I waited outside the gate for Arlan’s people to let us in. Security was tight now that the old man’s health was officially in question. It would be easy for anyone to off the fucker and for it to get passed off as natural causes.
He was already waiting at the head of his twenty-foot-long dining table with hot tea and some sort of custard tart on fancy plates. I’d never seen him in anything less than a three-piece suit before, not that I could remember at least. But he was in a nightgown that reminded me of the first time we saw Romina. She looked so different now, dressed to fit the mold that Corvin and Sonny craved, but damned if it didn’t look damn good on her.
“Sir, did you forget to get dressed?” I asked, taking my seat to his right of the head of the table.
“I’m a dying eighty-nine year old man, do you think I have time for such formalities, boy?” he wheezed out with a cough.
“Sir, you are ninety-six.” Sonny reminded him.
“What the fuck would either of you know? You’re a fifth my age and ten times as stupid. Why are you here?” He spat out like he’d already forgotten he was the one who summonedus, slapping his hand on the solid wooden table.
“I’m here because I thought you’d want to know that we have your granddaughter.” Sonny spoke, startling the fuck out of me with brand new information.
My head spun so fast that I had a rough time pretending like this wasn’t the first time this news graced my ears. We always did our best to appear united in front of the old man, but I couldn’t hide my shock or pain. Sonny had been holding onto this, maybe because he didn’t trust me enough to let me know or because he’d held onto it for so long he thought he was past the point of no return. I narrowed my eyes at Arlan to see little to no evidence of shock in his own expression, a skill he honed with time and then passed down to his non-blood heir.
