Sinful Heir (The Heirs 6)

“Come straight to my office,” I command.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, her voice soaked in lust.

“I’m going to bend you over my desk,” I murmur, desire rushing through my body and tensing my muscles.

“I’m looking forward to it,” she replies.

Leaning back in my chair, my voice is low and hoarse as I ask, “Are you wet for me?”

“Yes.” I hear her breaths, and closing my eyes, I spread my legs and grab hold of my cock through my pants. “Are your nipples hard?”

“Yes.” I hear the quiver of need in her voice, and it makes me squeeze myself. “We’re in the basement. Just parked the car.”

“Good.”

Ending the call, I dial my PA’s extension. “Take a break.”

“Sir?” Mark asks.

“Take. A. Break.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Getting up, I walk to the door, and the moment Hana comes through it, I lock it so we won’t be disturbed. The second she focuses on me, she drops her bag to the floor.

My eyes drift over the light blue dress she’s wearing, and the corner of my mouth lifts into a smirk. “Perfect.”

Closing the distance between us, I slip my hand under her dress and cup her pussy. Feeling how wet she is, I let out a groan. “Fucking perfect.”

My fingers curl around Hana’s panties, and with one yank, I remove them, drawing a gasp from her.

“Desk. Bend over and show me that sexy ass,” I demand.

Hana walks to the desk, and I watch as she clears everything to the side. She leans over the marble, and then gathering the fabric, she pulls the dress up until her ass is on full display for me.

My mouth begins to water as I undo my belt, and I watch as the hiss of leather against fabric makes her thighs rub against each other.

Tilting my head, I snap the belt, and when she squirms, I let out a dark chuckle.

Coming up behind her, I drag the leather over her ass and hearing the gasp, I slowly shake my head before I bring the belt across her cheeks, leaving a red stripe.

Hana stretches her arms in front of her and pushes her ass out to me. “Again.”

I keep the lashes light as I slowly tan her ass into a soft pink glow.

Needing her more than my next breath, I yank my zip down and free my cock. Grabbing hold of her, my fingers dig into her skin as I thrust inside her.

Knowing I’m not going to last long because the foreplay already had pre-cum spilling from my cock, I pound into her.

“Oh God,” Hana gasps. “Harder.”

Using all my strength, I hammer into her until her scream fills the office. Her ass grinds against me as she rides her wave of pleasure, and then my balls tighten, and I begin to pulse inside her. The intense orgasm robs me of my breath, and I bare my teeth. The pleasure surges through me while I empty myself in her.

When I come down from the high, I pull out and slap her ass.

HANA

Working at Hayes and Koslov is fun. I get to see Tristan more while learning the ropes from Demitri.

He’s shown me the bank accounts in Switzerland and Africa where the bulk of the money is kept after being cleaned.

At first, I was apprehensive, but after learning that the funds come from the illicit trade of art, rare goods, cigars, and liquor, I’m okay with it.

I might’ve accepted what Tristan does for a living, but it doesn’t mean I’ll condone everything. I made it clear to the men that they’ll have hell to pay if they even think of entering the sex trade business. I won’t stand for it.

They just laughed at me, saying they don’t get involved with the scum of humanity.

I’m busy moving funds around, so it doesn’t stay too long in one place when Tristan comes into my office.

His mouth curves up with satisfaction. “How’s your day?”

“Good. I’m almost done with Africa,” I murmur as I double-check the amount I’m transferring.

“Do you like being the banker?” he asks as he takes a seat in front of the desk.

I nod, and grinning, I reply, “I like having you all by the balls.”

Tristan lets out a bark of laughter. “True.”

When the funds transfer goes through, I lean back in my chair. “What can I do for you, Sir?”

Tristan draws his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes narrowing on me. “Join me for lunch.”

“Okay.”

Tristan snaps his fingers, and I laugh when a server brings in two plates of food.

Scooting my chair closer to the desk, I look at the chicken salad. “Perfect.”

While we eat, I mention, “I don’t know how I’m going to go back to Trinity when the summer break ends.”

Tristan swallows before muttering, “That makes two of us.”

“I’ll go back and try one last time. If I can’t, then I’ll talk to my parents.”