Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“You’re beautiful, perfect,” Lycan coos, pressing butterfly kisses to my cheeks, neck, and my shoulders. I’m still naked, wrapped in soft silk sheets. Heat trickles over my flesh when Lycan’s hand slips between my legs under the sheet and he strokes my mound gently.
“Thank you.” I find my words to respond, and he smiles against my cheek. “How long was I asleep?”
“Only about an hour,” he informs me. That must mean it’s nearly one in the morning. I can’t believe they’re both still awake after what we did.
I glance at Darius, who’s happily watching our display. Lycan’s fingers taunt my cunt, causing arousal to coat both digits as they slip inside me. My hips instinctively move against his hand, needing the friction.
Lycan allows me to ride his fingers while Darius once again watches and strokes himself. This time, the lights are on and I can see him. His tattooed hands, glide along his thickness. It’s a beautiful sight and one day he’ll make some woman very happy.
His hand hastens its movements as the fingers inside me quicken as well. “You’re going to come all over my fingers, and then you’re going to sleep.” Lycan’s words aren’t a request, they’re an order, but I’m too far gone to respond, so all I do is nod. He teases and taunts, then dips his fingers in so deep, stroking my G spot until my vision blurs and Darius shoots ropes of his release all over his hand. The sight is so erotic, I cry out, gripping Lycan’s hand against my pussy, holding him there as I ride out the waves of my release.
And as I feel him move, my lashes flutter, and I realize it’s going to be a satisfied, dreamless sleep.
27
Lycan
Last night has been playing on a loop in my mind since I opened my eyes this morning. Leaving Scarlett in bed was difficult, but I had to come down here and focus. Having her soft body against mine had me hard and wanting more, but she needs to rest. I pick up my mobile and scroll down to the number I need, hitting dial, I press the device to my ear and wait.
“What do you want?” His deep voice rumbles through the speakers, but I don’t miss the hint of fear that trickles through each word, and I smile. The bastard needs to be afraid.
“You and your wife are requested to attend a dinner at my place. We’d like to celebrate the nuptials you missed,” I tell him. Even though 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.