Sinful Heir (The Heirs 6)

“Have you made anything yet?” I ask, glad Mom found something new she’s interested in.

“A swan, but it looks more like a duck,” she chuckles.

“With practice, you’ll get it right,” Dad encourages her.

Someone catches Mom’s attention, and then she taps Dad on the arm. “There’s Mason and Kingsley.”

“Let’s say hello.”

I walk with my parents to greet my godparents.

“Lake,” Uncle Mason says as we reach them, “how the hell are you here before us?”

Dad gestures at Mom. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“You make it sound like I dragged you here,” Mom scolds Dad, drawing a smile from me.

“You did,” Dad jokes.

I step forward, giving my uncle and aunt a hug each. “Good to see you again.”

“How are you, Hana?” Uncle Mason asks, his eyes sharpening on me. “How’s work?”

“I love it,” I answer without hesitation. “I’m really happy.”

“That’s good to hear,” Aunt Kingsley says, giving my arm a squeeze.

Seeing Fallon and Kao as they arrive, I excuse myself with a smile to join my friends.

A hand grabs hold of my arm, and I’m yanked back against a solid chest. Then I hear a low rumbling near my ear, “The red dress makes your ass look fuckable.”

I let out a chuckle as I turn around, murmuring, “Thank you, but I don’t think my boyfriend would approve of you checking out my ass.”

Tristan’s ice-blue gaze locks with mine, and then a sexy smirk forms around his lips. “I’ll just have to kidnap you.”

I shake my head. “He’s badass. You don’t want to get on his dark side.”

He tilts his head, and there’s a flash of heat in his eyes, making my abdomen tighten with desire.

“Hana,” he murmurs, his voice rough and deadly, the timbre causing the ripples to spread through my body.

Loving this game, I lower my eyes to his neck. “Tristan.” I begin to turn away, but his fingers curl around my arm. The spark is still so intense it instantly makes heat pool between my legs.

Tristan leans into me, and when his breath fans over my ear, my eyes drift closed. “Keep this game up, and I’ll fuck you right here.”

Pulling back, I let my lips brush over his jaw. “Is that a promise?”

“Mr. Hayes,” A man suddenly says, yanking us out of our lust bubble.

Tristan lets go of my arm to shake the man’s hand. “Mr. Thompson.”

I smile at Tristan before I walk to where Fallon is standing with the rest of our friends.

“Hi, guys,” I say as I reach them.

“Love. That. Dress,” Fallon enunciates.

“Thanks. It was a gift from Tristan.” Glancing at the love of my life, I take in his strong jaw, covered with a light dusting of scruff.

I can’t wait to feel his scruff between my thighs.

His dark brown hair looks like I just ran my fingers through it.

He’s still the hottest man I’ve ever seen.

It feels like I’ll never stop falling in love with Tristan, and I love it.

Confidence pours off him as he talks to Mr. Thompson.

“What are you looking at?” Fallon asks.

“The love of my life,” I murmur.

Tristan glances my way, and then his gaze locks with mine.

Love you, my darkness.

The corner of his mouth curves up as if he knows what I’m thinking.

Love you, my light.

TRISTAN

To think it’s been two years since I laid eyes on Hana and decided she would be mine.

I was right. Hana turned out to be one hell of a challenge. Every day with her has been filled with excitement and love.

The thought makes me smile.

Walking behind Hana, the sensual sway of her ass has my mouth watering and my cock hardening.

I can’t wait to get her home.

Nearing the bar, Hana glances over her shoulder. When she sees me, her mouth curves into a seductive smile, and her exotic beauty once again steals my breath.

My red diamond.

She winks at me, making me smirk at her.

Hana orders a glass of sparkling water, and then her fingers brush over her neck as if she’s inviting me to take a bite.

Taking hold of her hips, I press my hard cock against her ass. Leaning closer, I murmur, “Feel what you’re doing to me?”

She nods, lightly grinding her ass back against me.

“Christ, Hana,” I hiss.

She lets out a chuckle.

I press a kiss to her neck then say, “Fuck the water. We’re leaving.”

Grabbing hold of her hand, I link our fingers and pull her toward the exit.

Hana laughs, and it sounds like music to my ears.

I bundle her into the car, then stalk to the driver’s side. The drive home is painful, and the moment we step inside the elevator, I cup her pussy through the dress and squeezing hard, I ask, “Is this what you want?”

Hana bites her bottom lip as she nods at me, and the sight drives me wild.

The second the doors slide open, Hana darts away from me, and kicking off her heels, she dashes up the stairs.