Craving My Father's Right Hand Man

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Isagi’s POV

Mia, my secretary, was on her knees as I leaned back on my chair, legs spread wide.

"Take it out," I ordered, my voice low but firm. "Mouth only, hands behind your back." I ordered.

A smile spread across Mia’s lips as she reached out for my belt and in less than five seconds, my c**k sprang free — thick, heavy and already hard from the sight of her eagerness.

“As huge as always." She mouthed, wrapping her lips around the head. She used her tongue to run around in circles for a while but I was too impatient to let her do her thing.

"Not a f*****g tease, Mia," I growled. "If you're going to suck my c**k, suck it like you mean it."

"Sure.” She opened wider, forcing herself down on me while I groaned under my breath. One hand was in her hair and the other was gripping the edge of my desk.

"Deeper," I snarled. "Choke on it, slut."

I thrusted my hips up, burying myself deep into her throat, ignoring the way she gagged and struggled to breathe.

Spit and tears streamed down her face, dripping onto the expensive carpet. Her nails clawed at her thighs, desperate to steady herself, but she didn’t stop.

"That's it," I hissed, tightening my grip on her hair. "Nothing but a pretty little throat to fuck."

I used her mercilessly, pushing her face down until her nose was against my pelvis. Mia choked around me, her whole body trembling from the effort.

"Messy little w***e," I mocked. "You love this, don't you? Being nothing but a warm, wet hole for me.”

Of course that was exactly who she was. I was merely granting her cravings.

When I finally pulled away from her, she collapsed to the floor, coughing and gasping for breath, saliva glistening on her chin and mascara running down her cheeks.

She was grinning widely as she used her free hand to remove her button, exposing her cleavages.

Picking up a white handkerchief, I dropped it in front of her as I fixed my belt.

"Clean yourself up," I ordered coldly. "You look disgusting." I muttered under my breath, wiping the sweat that ran down the side of my face.

It was a brief blowjob to relieve me of the weight hanging on my shoulder and it did exactly that.

What she lacked in doing good jobs, Mia had it in pleasuring me that's why I kept her, otherwise, she would have been long gone.

“Mr. Alastor." She called, looking up to me with lust filled eyes.

“What?"

“I just wanted to…" She was interrupted by the buzzing of my phone.

Whoever it was on the line at that moment was more important than she was so with two quick strides, I had the intercom against my ear.

“What.” I spoke through the receiver.

"Your jet is prepared, sir. The air strip is cleared, same as the perimeter." Az, my personal assistant reported.

"Good." I hung up, pushing my phone into my pocket. I was already at the door when I turned around, locking eyes with Mia who was still staring with lust.

"Clean the desk, not just your mess, everything. I don’t like fingerprints.” I muttered.

"Yes, Mr. Alastor..." I didn’t want to hear her response.

Outside the fifty eight blocks of skyscraper which housed my multi billion company, there was a sleek convoy waiting for me.

Three black SUVs and a motorbike charade, the engines of the vehicles purring like predators in heat.

“Sir, over here." Az called out to me, pulling open the passenger door of one of the SUVs.

The moment the door shut, I reached for a glass of whiskey, loosened my collar, and I allowed my mind to shift back to business.

The arms deal in Prague, the digital ghost leak in Tokyo and the bastard senator who thought he could rig the votes in California.

All loose ends were what I wanted to deal with before the end of the week.

“Here, the updated data." Az passed his ipad to me which I received after taking a quick sip from my glass.

Barely ten minutes into the drive to the airstrip, my burner phone began to buzz in my pocket. Only one person still used that number to contact me.

Langston Palmer, my godfather.

“Uncle?” I called, my brow scrunched up.

“Isagi…” came the weak, raspy voice. “I don’t have time.”

My spine straightened at that instant. “What’s going on?” I asked, leaning forward like we were having a face to face conversation.

"Take care of her," the man gasped. "My daughter... Valencia… she has no one now."

"Uncle—"

"I thought I had time. But it’s too late..." His voice cracked again, followed by another violent cough and the sound of something heavy hitting the floor.

"Uncle!"

There was no response, rather a deep silence.

My pulse slammed in my ears as my thoughts spiraled all over the place.

"Turn the car around," I barked at the driver. "Langston's Estate, full throttle."

“Yes, sir.” He replied and immediately, the SUV screeched into a sudden U-turn.

Staring at my blank screen, I tried not to think too much but my thoughts were all over the place.

After a police raid where I lost my older brother and only family who worked for Langston, he took up the role of my guardian.

Langston had raised me, he taught me how to survive and to conquer. He taught me how to be a monster, and when to hide it behind a suit and a smile.

He couldn’t die.

Not like this.

Not without me by his side.

The ride to Langston Estate was chaotic. Traffic lights and honking horns were ignored.

On arrival, I kicked the car door open and stormed inside, gun drawn. The gates which were open could mean only one thing.

There was an attack but the closer I got towards the main building, the more I doubted my instincts.

The house was quiet, it wasn't as if anyone had been here an hour ago.

“Uncle." I called, my voice reechoing and then I saw him.

He was lying on the cold marble floor of his study with blood trickling from his mouth.

Langston Palmer, my godfather, was dead.

I couldn't breathe as I dropped to my knees right beside his body, my hand under her nostrils, finding a pulse that wasn't there.

"You bastard..." I whispered, my voice breaking for the first time in years. "You weren’t supposed to go without warning."

"I searched everywhere, there was no sign of break-in.” Az ratted out, joining me in the study.

The sound of heels echoing in the hallway made me raise my head up and immediately the door flung open, I locked eyes with her.