The Inspector Walter Darriteau Murder Mysteries - Books 1-4 by David Carter (best finance books of all time .txt) 📕

our farce of a wedding didn’t happen in front of the guests, I married Scarlett before our public wedding day.

“Your brother swindled me out of millions,” he bites back. Horatio Bardot is nothing more than a waste of space, and I’m tempted to tell him that, but for the moment, I refrain.

“And you sold your daughter to me,” I throw back, knowing it will piss him off. “I don’t think you have a leg to stand on when it comes to morals, Horatio.”

Leaning back in my chair, I grin when I see my office door opening and Scarlett padding into the room. She’s dressed in one of my shirts. Her hair is a mess of red waves, and my cock throbs at the thought of her sucking my dick while her father is on the phone. I crook my finger, calling her over and she obeys like the good submissive she is.

“I don’t think Marinda and I want to be in your home, not when you took our daughter as a wife when she is so fucking young.” His voice is filled with sudden concern, but it’s all bullshit. He doesn’t actually care.

Scarlett wordlessly drops to her knees when I point to the carpet, her brows furrowed in confusion, but she doesn’t question my actions. I unzip my slacks, and she makes quick work of getting my cock out.

“Suck me,” I mouth, before speaking into the phone, “I would like it if you would attend the dinner. My wife and I are looking forward to your visit, and we would so like you to explain your actions.”

Scarlett’s lips wrap around the tip of my dick, sending pleasure zipping through my veins, and my lashes flutter closed in bliss at her warm and wet mouth. She doesn’t yet realize who I’m talking to.

“I’ll have to speak to Marinda, but I’m not admitting to shit while my wife is in the room.” Anger laces his response, but I just smile because it doesn’t matter what he wants it’s what he will do because my wife deserves to learn about what a bastard her father is. Even though she knows what he did to supplicate her grandmother, she needs the whole truth.

“I think you shouldn’t make excuses anymore, Horatio,” I say as plump lips slide down my erection all the way to the base. Her eyes are on mine, wide with shock when she realizes I’m talking to her father.

She attempts to pull her mouth from my cock, but I tangle the fingers of my free hand in her long locks and hold her steady while shaking my head. Spit drips from her chin. Her pretty gray eyes tear up when I thrust up, causing a whimper to tumble from her lips, but it’s muffled by my dick in her mouth.

“Fine. When did you want to do this dinner?” he finally responds, sighing in resignation because he knows between me and him, I’m the fucking alpha male.

“Tonight, be here at eight,” I tell him before I hang up. Throwing my cell phone on the desk, I grip Scarlett’s head and fuck her throat as she hums each time that I slide in deep, sending shock waves through my shaft. “Fuck, little red,” I spit through clenched teeth as stars fucking burst behind my lids. My balls tighten, and my release hits me hard, and my wife obediently swallows every drop.

When I open my eyes, I watch her pop my cock from her plump, used mouth, and she licks the drops of my seed that coat her lips. “I can’t believe you just did that,” she tells me once she’s recovered. “Were you really talking to my father?”

“Yes.” I pull her to stand and push her over, forcing her to bend over my desk, her bare ass right in line with my hungry mouth. She isn’t wearing any underwear which means she came down here knowing I would want to feast on that pretty little pussy. I enjoyed knowing I was using his little girl while he was talking to me. I slap her ass hard, causing a yelp to echo in the silent office. Gripping her ass cheeks, I open them and dip my tongue into her cunt from behind. I lick up and down until she’s a sopping mess and my chin is glistening with her juices.

“Lycan.” The way she moans my name turns me into a rabid fucking animal. I dip two fingers into her entrance, the tightness pulsing around them. As much as I want to fuck her, I’m convinced she would still be tender from last night.

“Shh, I’m having breakfast,” I tell her before I lean in and tease both her holes with my tongue, while slowly fingering her. By the time she explodes on my tongue, I’m hard again. I stand her up. “Get on your knees for me,” I order, my voice gruff with desire.

She does as I say. My fist wraps around my cock, and I stroke it quickly. I won’t last long, not with Scarlett kneeling before me, her tongue stuck out, her mouth wide, waiting for my seed, and with that beautiful view, I shoot ropes of cum over her pretty face and mouth.

With a smile, she licks it all up, cleaning her face with her finger, as she sucks on the digit to get every drop into her pretty mouth. Once she’s done, she rises gracefully and walks to the door.

“See you later, Sir,” she coos with a seductive little smile before disappearing, leaving me hungry for so much more. I can’t get enough of her. There isn’t a moment in the day when I don’t think about taking her, using her body for pleasure, and making her come on my fingers, tongue, and cock.

I’m a man lost to love and desire.

Because no matter how much I hurt her, I want to see her happy forever.

Now, all we have to deal with is tonight’s dinner.

It’s almost time for our guests to