by B. B. Hamel
Your Daddy
A Dark Romance
BB Hamel
Contents
Mailing List
Prologue: Kylie
1. Carson
2. Kylie
3. Carson
4. Kylie
5. Carson
6. Kylie
7. Carson
8. Kylie
9. Carson
10. Kylie
11. Carson
12. Kylie
13. Carson
14. Kylie
15. Carson
16. Kylie
17. Carson
18. Kylie
19. Carson
20. Kylie
21. Carson
22. Kylie
23. Carson
24. Kylie
25. Carson
26. Kylie
27. Carson
28. Kylie
Bastard SEAL: A Bad Boy Romance
Prologue: Tara
1. Tara
2. Emory
3. Tara
4. Emory
5. Tara
6. Emory
7. Tara
8. Emory
9. Tara
10. Emory
11. Tara
12. Emory
13. Tara
14. Emory
15. Tara
16. Emory
17. Tara
18. Emory
19. Tara
20. Emory
21. Tara
22. Emory
23. Tara
24. Emory
25. Tara
26. Emory
27. Tara
28. Emory
29. Tara
30. Emory
Epilogue: Tara
Raging Hard: A Stepbrother SEAL Romance
1. Claire
2. Nathan
3. Claire
4. Nathan
5. Claire
6. Nathan
7. Claire
8. Nathan
9. Claire
10. Nathan
11. Claire
12. Nathan
13. Claire
14. Nathan
15. Claire
16. Nathan
17. Claire
18. Nathan
19. Claire
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Prologue: Kylie
I’m stripped down to my bra and panties and I can see snow stretching in every direction all around me. But the cold doesn’t bite my skin, it doesn’t even touch me. I’m distanced away from it all, melting on the inside, breathing deep but trying to hide it.
He smiles at me and steps across the room, forcing me to move back, closer to the snow. Eventually I’m pressed up against the enormous glass window, back suddenly cold despite the heat still radiating through me. My smooth skin slides against the perfectly spotless glass and he stops, watching me.
I know what he wants. It’s clear. He hasn’t pretended otherwise.
“Say it,” he commands.
I shake my head, afraid of what it would mean.
He saved me. He picked me up and offered me a life line when I needed it the most. I thought I might die, actually freeze to death out on the street, but he made sure I was safe.
He gave me a home. He gave me protection. He made me feel things I never imagined were even possible.
All he asks for in return is one simple thing. One easy thing, something I should want.
He’s so handsome. He’s much older than me, over ten years older, but that only adds to his rugged charm. The slight scruff along his chin, the piercing seriousness in his snow blue eyes, and his gorgeous full lips all make me want to drop to my knees and give in to his demands.
But I can’t. I’m too afraid.
“Say it,” he commands again, coming closer, that smile so wicked. I can’t believe I’m standing here in his living room, surrounded by snow on all sides and yet not feeling it at all. The only chill is from the glass against my back but I’m quickly warming up to that.
“I can’t,” I say finally, looking away.
“You can and you will.” He stops inches in front of me and touches my cheek. “I know you want this. I know you want me to take care of you.”
I nod slightly, avoiding his gaze. If I look into those eyes, I know I’m doomed.
“I want to take care of you,” he says into my ear, whispering so deliciously. A chill runs down my spine, but it’s not because of the glass.
We’re alone out here in the wilderness. He owns everything I can see for miles. He could give me the kind of life I never imagined.
All I need to do is call him daddy.
“Let me protect you,” he says, hands on my hips. “Let me spoil you, take care of you. Let me be your daddy and you’ll never have to worry again.”
I turn my head toward him. I feel his breath on my neck.
Just open my mouth and say the words. Then it’ll be over, and he can have me however he wants.
“Let me be your daddy,” he says again, commanding me, urging me to take that step.
I feel his lips press against mine and I know I’m going to say the words.
Carson
One Week Earlier
I glance at the clock on the dashboard and sigh before leaning back in my seat. The driver doesn’t seem to notice how late it is, easily past midnight, and I feel a little guilty. He’s been waiting for me since four, eight hours spent in this town car while the snow piles up all around him. He has a family, two little girls, and a pretty young wife. I met them at the company party two years ago.
Doesn’t matter, though. He’ll sacrifice anything for the Price family, just like I will. If I asked him to pull over and buy me crack cocaine, he probably would and wouldn’t ask questions.
That’s the power of the Price family. Being the richest family in Alaska has its perks, but it’s all smoke and mirrors.
Underneath it all, we’re as fucked up as any other family. We just happen to own the most profitable oil wells in the state and have thousands of people reliant on us for their livelihoods.
I glance out the window as we pull slowly through downtown. We’re heading out to my house, which is normally a half-hour drive, but will probably take an hour tonight in the snow. I was stuck all night in a meeting with my father, Jason Price, and my younger brother, Elliot Price.
My father is not a well man. He’s in his mid-eighties and was recently diagnosed with lung cancer, probably from his years of smoking. The doctors aren’t optimistic, and Jason Price is nothing if not practical, and so we’re beginning the process of transferring the family’s power away from my father and into my hands.
I knew this day would come sooner or later. I’ve been groomed for it my entire life, told that one day I’d take over, and I played my part. I took leadership roles in our company, Price Oil, and thrived under the pressure. I’m thirty-eight years old now, and am beginning to realize that I’ve already spent the bulk of my life doing nothing but sacrificing for my family.
That’s what’s expected of a Price man. I live and breathe oil and Alaska, and I don’t know anything else.
I don’t have time to form relationships, and the women I’ve had all lasted one single night. I’ve been pressured to marry for the last fifteen years, but I have no interest in it.
Why bother? I don’t need that stress in my life. I’ve never met a woman that I believe could keep up with me, let alone keep my attention. Maybe I have a bad reputation because of it, but that doesn’t matter.
All that matters is the company, and if I keep performing as I’ve always performed, then the CEO position will be mine.
I glance out the window, trying to get my mind off work, at least for a little while. We pull through a cross street and up ahead I spot the old train station.
Something catches my eye. Huddled in the doorway of a closed hunting store is a girl, young as far as I can tell. Juneau has its share of homeless people, though not all that many, but what catches my attention is the fact that she’s not wearing a jacket.
I frown as we pull level with her and suddenly she looks up. Deep green eyes and beautiful full lips make my breath catch in my chest. Her lips are slightly blue and she’s clearly shivering. It’s maybe twenty-five degrees out, and there’s no way she’ll get through the night with just a backpack, a sweatshirt, and a pair of dark jeans.
“Albert,” I say, “pull over.”
He looks in the rearview mirror. “What’s that, sir?”
“Pull over,” I say again.
“Yes, sir.” He pulls the car over to the side of the road. “Sir, we might get stuck here.”
“I’ll be back in a second.” I open the door.
“Sir?” he calls after me, but I just ignore him.
The girl watches me as I approach her. I pull my jacket off and carry it over, holding it out.
“Here,” I say. “Take this.”
She looks suspicious and eyes me strangely. “Why?” she asks.
“Because you’re going to die tonight if you don’t get warm.”
She frowns, but there’s no surprise in her expression. She knows it as well as I do.
“That jacket won’t help,” she says, looking away.
I sigh. “Put the jacket on and come with me.”
“I don’t need your help.”
I crouch down in front of her. “Listen, I don’t know you, but you’ll die out here in the cold if you don’t come with me. Understand? Nobody else is going to help you.”
She looks at me again and her expression softens. I can see the scared girl behind her eyes, despite her desire to seem tough. I stand up, still holding out the jacket. Slowly, she unfurls herself and stands up too, taking the jacket.
Before she wraps herself up, I catch a glimpse of her beautiful body. She’s absolutely stunning, with long dark hair, bright green eyes, and hips that make my fucking cock hard. I don’t know what the fuck a girl like her is doing outside on a cold night like this without a jacket.
“Come on,” I say.
She follows me wordlessly. I’m starting to get fucking cold in just a suit, and so we hurry into the back of the waiting car. Albert already has the heat blasting and he looks back at me, his face carefully composed.
“Where to, sir?” he asks.
The girl glances at me.
“My place,” I say.
“Right away.” He puts up the divider and starts driving again. I can’t help but smile slightly before I glance back at the girl.
She’s staring at me wordlessly, a slightly angry expression on her face. I sigh and hold out my hand.
“Carson,” I say.
She pauses before taking it. Her skin is smooth but freezing. “Kylie,” she says.
“You’re welcome.” I grin at her.
She pauses then sighs. “Thanks.”
I release her hand and lean back to get a better look at her. She’s still shivering slightly, but the color is coming back into her cheeks and I’m pretty sure she doesn’t have frostbite or anything, but we’ll have to make sure when we get back to my cabin.
I want to ask her what the hell she was doing out in the snow without a heavy coat on a night like this, but I decide not to press. Not now at least. She’s looking out the window, trying to ignore me, which is fine for now. I don’t mind riding in silence with her. For some reason, I feel very protective of her, but also very comfortable. Normally I’d be annoyed that she’s not talking to me, but right now I don’t mind. I’m just glad she’s out of the cold.
I’ll get her to open up back home, when she’s warmed up. Maybe I’ll let her stay at my place for a day or two before she figures out what she needs to do. I don’t know her story, but she’s clearly down on her luck and needs a hand.
I’ll be that helping hand. It doesn’t hurt that she’s absolutely beautiful.
I’ll get to the bottom of her sooner than she thinks.
Kylie
Several hours earlier
I step off the plane, surprised at how freaking cold it is.
I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am. It’s Alaska, after all. People talk about how cold it is in Alaska, and the light lasts longer than it does down south, although in the winter it’s the opposite. But even knowing it’ll be cold, I just had no clue how to prepare.
I’m from Los Angeles. The sweater and sweatshirt I’m wearing are the heaviest articles of clothing I own. I’ve basically never experienced a cold day like this in my entire life, and it’s actually pretty surprising.
I’ve never left the city before. I’ve always wanted to, though I never pictured the first place I’d go would be Alaska. I always pictured Paris or London, not the frozen tundra, but here I am.
I head inside, following the crowd. Most people go toward baggage claim, but I have nothing to claim. I follow signs toward the busses and get in a queue of people waiting for a ride into the city, or at least that’s what I assume.
I don’t know anything about Alaska. I don’t have any money and I don’t know anyone here, but it’s far from home and it was the best I could afford with the money I had.
All that matters is that I’m not at home anymore.
It was a long trip. First we flew into Seattle, and from there we flew up to Juneau’s airport. As I climb up onto a bus and give the driver my last two dollars, I’m suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion.
But it’s not time for me to sleep, not yet at least. I need to get into the city and figure out what I’m going to do next.
I feel like a little girl as the bus heads down the road. There are so many trees, and there’s so much snow. I shiver slightly but fortunately the bus is heated. I know I need to get a heavier jacket, but I can’t afford one, not yet. I stuff my hands into my pockets and watch the trees flash by.
I’ve never seen so much wilderness in my whole life. It’s amazing, and it only gets more incredible. Soon the road bends its way toward the main city which sits on either side of a large river.
I stare at it, almost amazed. It’s a port city, which I didn’t really realize at the time. There are tons of boats in the water and a large bridge across the narrow portion. There’s more city across the way, and little houses dot the area.
It’s nothing like LA. Usually there’d be hundreds of cars on the road back home, but out here there are barely any. Juneau looks tiny compared to the crazy sprawl that is LA, but I actually love that about this place. It’s not some enormous place full of awful people, it’s just a small city making its way in a hard environment. Mountains rise up over one side of the city and the water borders the other, with Juneau nestled right in the middle.
I’m excited as the bus finally finishes its seven-mile drive and we’re dropped off in downtown. It’s about five in the afternoon though it’s already starting to get dark. I step off the bus and look around, trying to get my bearing.
It’s surprisingly cute despite the ugly weather. My shoes are definitely inadequate for this place, which is another thing I’ll have to upgrade once I get some money. That’s the first thing I need to figure out: where the heck I’m going to sleep and how I’m go
ing to feed myself.
The first person I approach is an old man in a cable-knit sweater and a black jacket walking down the street. I head toward him, smiling and give him a little wave. “Excuse me?” I ask him.
He pauses. “Yes?”
“Is there a shelter in Juneau?” I ask him. “I mean, someplace I can sleep for the night.”
He frowns and starts walking away. “Sorry,” he mumbles.
I watch him go, surprised. Maybe he just doesn’t know where the shelter is. I know it’s a strange question to be asked by someone, but I don’t know what else to do. I can’t afford a hotel and it doesn’t look like I’ll be able to sleep outdoors tonight.
As the hours slip past and my fear and panic start to rise, I realize that sleeping outdoors might be exactly what I have to do.
Nobody wants to help me. Either that or nobody knows where a shelter might be. The sun begins to dip in the sky and the snow starts up sometime around ten that night. The stores all close their doors and people head inside, out of the ugly weather.
Which is how I find myself huddled in the doorway of a hunting store, trying to stay warm, terrified and alone.
This isn’t how I thought this would go. Truthfully, I didn’t really think too much about it. The only thing I knew was that if I stayed home, I was going to die. My father was going to come home drunk like he always does and he was going to beat me to death. I still have bruises on my body from the last time he decided to take his anger out on me.
I’m only nineteen. I barely graduated high school, and I definitely wasn’t going away to college. My mother died young and my father never really got over that. He works at the Post Office, trudging through his days and then getting drunk as hell at night. It’s only bad on the weekends though when he has time to stay out really late and get a real good load on. Then he likes to come home and take out his frustrations on me, his daughter.
At last he used to do that. For years I lived under his roof, taking his abuse, and I survived. My friends all went off to college, leaving me behind, and I endured another year of him. I got a part-time job and saved up some money, and the second I could afford a plane ticket, I bought one and left.