Callous Heir (The Heirs #5) Read Online Michelle Heard

Categories Genre: College, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Heirs Series by Michelle Heard
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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
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Carla nods, and she instantly begins to rub her clit against my palm.

I massage her, taking in the feel of her warm skin, and it’s intoxicating. I lean into her and bite her bottom lip before sucking on it. Then I ask, “Are you sure because once I start, I won’t be able to stop?”

She reaches for my shirt, muttering, “I’ve waited years for this. If you ask me one more time if I want it, I’m tying you to the bed.”

I pull my hand free from her pants and help her take off my shirt. While I drop the fabric to the floor, Carla yanks her own t-shirt over her head.

I unclasp her bra and then grab hold of her hands. Pushing them down on the mattress above her head, I tie the fabric around her wrists. Bringing my gaze back to hers, I murmur, “Don’t try to free your hands and keep them there. I’m going to take my time exploring every inch of you.”

Carla nods, her breaths already coming fast over her parted lips.

I move my arm under her back and lift her from the bed. Her breasts rub against my skin, and it causes a rush of blood to surge through my heart. I shift her up the mattress before laying her back down, and then I slip my fingers into her waistband and pull her sweatpants and panties down her legs.

When I have her naked, I kneel between her legs and sit back so I can admire her body. Her plump breasts and pebbled nipples beg me to suck them. Her curves make my hands itch, and the V between her legs makes my cock harden until it feels like I might explode.

The emotions feel primal, and I’m consumed with the need to dominate and worship her.

Chapter 12

CARLA

My eyes are locked on Noah as emotions flash over his face, and then a controlling look tightens his features. It makes my abdomen clench with anticipation.

Holy shit, I’ve waited so long for this, and now that it’s happening, it’s surreal.

Noah takes hold of my thighs and pushes my legs wide open. I don’t feel self-conscious as his eyes burn over my clit and entrance.

I have no idea what to expect from him. I’ve had sex twice, with Claudio, my first boyfriend. Actually, he was my only boyfriend, and I was too young to fully understand what I was doing.

Noah’s gaze trails up my body until they lock on mine. “Are you a virgin?” I shake my head, and it makes a frown form on his forehead. “When?”

“Before I fell in love with you,” I whisper. “I was fourteen.”

His frown darkens until he looks pissed off. “We’ll talk about that later.”

I nod quickly.

He crawls over me, keeping himself braced on his hands and knees, and then he lowers his head, and he presses a tender kiss to my lips. As my lips part to allow him inside my mouth, he pulls back.

I begin to frown, but then he settles back between my legs. His thighs press against my ass, and it lifts my hips off the bed.

Noah brings a hand to my cheek, and his touch is feather soft as he brushes his fingers down to my neck. His eyes follow his hand as he continues down to my breast. When his fingertips skim over my nipple, my back arches, wanting more.

He keeps going over my ribs and abdomen, and his touch is frustratingly restrained when he reaches my clit.

“Noah,” I groan, needing more. So much more.

“Shh…” His eyes lock on mine again as he softly circles my opening.

Finally, he pushes his middle finger inside me, but too quickly, he pulls back out. My body begins to tremble as he lifts his finger to his mouth, and when he sucks on it, heat pools in my core.

Holy hotness.

“I know you need to process things, but can you process my body after you’ve fucked me,” I complain.

A too hot smirk tugs at his lips as he slowly shakes his head. “I need to be in control.”

My body writhes with frustration. “But it’s torture.”

Noah places his hands on the outside of my thighs, and as he rubs his palms up toward my hips, he murmurs, “That’s the idea.” He keeps moving up my body until he cups both my breasts, squeezing them lightly.

I arch into his touch and groan, “To torture me?”

He nods as he leans over me, and then his mouth closes over my nipple. I lift my hips, my clit hot and aching for friction, but Noah grabs hold of my sides and pushes me back down onto the mattress as his teeth tug my nipple.

Noah is everything I’ve ever wanted. With his mouth on my breast, emotion begins to build in my chest, but I push it down, needing to focus on every single thing he does.


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