Daddy's Dark Rules E-Book

Mia Kingsley

• Herausgeber: Black Umbrella Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 89

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

The Carson brothers owe me big time. Of course, they can't pay. That's why my empire is thriving—it's built on other people's weaknesses. When it's time to collect what they owe, I see her. Rebecca Carson, their youngest sister. The darkness that surrounds her is intoxicating. The pain in her eyes is addicting. She's most likely too good for me and most definitely too fragile. A good man would probably walk away. A good man wouldn't lock her into his bedroom so that he will be the only one to touch her. A good man wouldn't make her submit to his depraved desires. But I am not a good man.   This short romance is over-the-top and deliciously dark. Possessive alpha meets mouthy brat who just wants to be left alone. Spoiler: He most definitely won't leave her alone.

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DADDY’S DARK RULES

MIA KINGSLEY

A DARK DADDY ROMANCE

CONTENTS

Daddy’s Dark Rules

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue

About the Author

DADDY’S DARK RULES

The Carson brothers owe me big time. Of course, they can’t pay. That’s why my empire is thriving—it’s built on other people’s weaknesses.

When it’s time to collect what they owe, I see her. Rebecca Carson, their youngest sister.

The darkness that surrounds her is intoxicating.

The pain in her eyes is addicting.

She’s most likely too good for me and most definitely too fragile.

A good man would probably walk away. A good man wouldn’t lock her into his bedroom so that he will be the only one to touch her. A good man wouldn’t make her submit to his depraved desires.

But I am not a good man.

This short romance is over-the-top and deliciously dark. Possessive alpha meets mouthy brat who just wants to be left alone.

Spoiler: He most definitely won’t leave her alone.

PROLOGUE

BEC

Three Months Earlier

"Seriously, Bec, thank you so much!" Trisha squeezes my hand like her life depends on it.

"No problem." I’m not really being serious because I’m basically too scared to breathe. I shouldn’t be here.

When Trish asked me to shadow her on a blind date with that guy she met on the Internet, she somehow failed to mention that she was meeting him in a sex club, of all places. Not a café, not a diner or a bar, but a fucking sex club.

"The guy is so hot. I can’t wait to do everything he says." Her eyes are beaming, and without blinking, she stares at the entrance.

I on the other hand can’t wait to get home. It’s not only that I don’t want to be here but also I shouldn’t be here. How many times did I have to listen to my older brothers giving me the speech of the importance of my name?

Carson. Rebecca Carson.

The Carson name stands for power, money, and prestige—all of which have left the building long ago. I’m not sure why my brothers think I’m that stupid not to notice that the family fund has been drained—but I know. What I don’t know is how they are still paying for my college education, keep the company running, and the estate maintained. Part of me realizes very well that I am probably better off not knowing.

"What about you?"

"Me?" I stare at Trisha.

"We’re both here. I mean, you could get lucky."

"No, thank you."

As soon as I am convinced that her date won’t kill her, I am out of here. I already feel like a piece of meat from the way both men and women are ogling me.

"What if it’s a hot guy? You should totally get laid." Trisha just doesn’t know when to shut up.

A hot guy? Where? All I see are tipsy investment bankers looking for a cheap fuck where they don’t have to return the favor of an orgasm in the name of BDSM.

Been there, done that.

Not that I ever told Trisha about my adventurous streak. She thinks I’m some kind of holy virgin, and I find it much easier to keep it that way. All I want to do is to finish college, go home one last time, and say goodbye to my brothers before I leave forever. I want to explore the world and not get mingled up in their shit.

Although I’m not really sure what they have got going on, it must be a steaming hot pile of dog shit. That, I am sure of.

I’m not into messes, which is why I stay away from home, and that’s also why I don’t go out partying with Trish. Some drugs here, a weird one-night stand there, and before you know it, you’re in a downward spiral with no way out. I see how my roommate spends her Sunday afternoons—curing whatever hangover she has while hoping that she didn’t catch an STD because she can’t remember most of the previous night. No, thank you.

"We can find you your own dom, and then you can finally get laid."

Finally get laid. Huh. I should really show her the dildo from my nightstand. It’s huge and veiny with a nice little upward curve. From my standpoint, it’s the perfect cock. It’s big, sturdy, doesn’t talk back, isn’t clingy, and absolutely unaware of the fact that stamina problems are a thing.

I glance at my watch. Now that I think about it, I want the company of my fake dick.

"There he is!" Trisha practically squeals when she sees her date.

"Great. I will be watching from the booth by the bar, and if you don’t give me the sign, I’ll be leaving in fifteen minutes."

"Yeah, sure."

At this point, I know she isn’t listening because she already got up and is walking toward the reasonably handsome guy who smiles when he recognizes her. I swear I won’t ever stop laughing if the guy from the shady sex club turns out to be the most normal guy Trisha ever dated, and she ends up marrying him.

The prospects are good since it takes them exactly four minutes to start making out.

Another four minutes pass by before I think that I might as well go home. As I want to get up, two big gorillas show up.

"Rebecca Carson?" The bigger one has a surprisingly soft voice.

"Yes?" I swallow nervously.

"Our boss is currently conducting business with your brothers, and he would like you to leave."

"What? Why?"

The smaller gorilla gestures toward the exit. "A sex club is not the place for a Carson."

"I think I can make that decision for myself. Thank you." Although I wanted to leave, I really don’t like being told what to do. I’m a grown-ass woman, and I can make my own decisions.

Then I see him.

He’s big, tall, and gorgeous. A handsome man with a hard and square jaw. Blue eyes pierce through me as he makes his way to the table. I notice how people clear the path for him like he is some kind of monarch or a figure of authority.

There’s an undeniable air of power surrounding him, pure confidence mixed with the hint of brutal strength. A man who doesn’t take no for an answer. Someone who always gets what he wants.

If I am being honest, he is pure sex on a stick and looks like he is packing some serious heat between his legs. It’s not hard to imagine that his dick looks exactly like my favorite toy.

I’m waiting for the introduction, but he just leans forward, grips my elbow with his large hand, and yanks me out of the booth.

With big strides, he walks to the exit. As soon as we make it through the door, he releases me. "Don’t ever come here again, Rebecca Carson, or I see to it myself that you’ll regret it."

The door closes behind him, and I have no idea what the fuck just happened.

1

LUKE

"We can’t pay." The oldest Carson brother swallows.

I nod absently, being perfectly aware of their precarious situation. That’s why I am here.

I watched as they borrowed the money. I watched as they invested the money poorly. And then I watched as they came crawling for a new loan, which, of course, I gave them. That’s how I destroy people after all.

I'm about to make my move. A move they won’t see coming because I am always prepared.

Three months ago, I saw her. Rebecca Carson—the girl who shouldn’t have been. Four older brothers and instead of a fifth heir, her father got a disappointment. At least, in his eyes, she was a disappointment.

As I make my way through the huge salon of their family estate, I try to fight the satisfaction. I'm here, and I will get what I want. Because Luke King always gets what he wants.

And I want Rebecca. Or "Bec," as her scummy little friend Trisha calls her. Although I shouldn’t be too hard on Trisha. If it wasn’t for her, I would have never found my new plaything.

My new gorgeous plaything with her dark hair and even darker eyes, luscious with curves in all the right places and a pretty little mouth to die for. Right now, I really have to stop thinking about those gorgeous pouty lips and deal with the matter at hand.

I take the family picture from the mantel above the fireplace and study it. "Remind me again—how much are we talking about?"

Not that I need to know—I am perfectly aware.

Jed Carson can’t bear to look me in the eyes. "1.6 million dollars."

"That’s a lot of money." My voice is cold, almost indifferent. Money means nothing if you have enough of it. I do, and now I crave something else entirely. "The interest rate is up to thirty percent if I remember correctly, and since you have failed to pay me for the last three weeks, we’re looking at a total of just a little over two million dollars. When can I expect the money?" With the picture still in my hand, I turn around.

"By the end of the month. I promise." Jed nods frantically since he is very aware of the two men I brought with me. Although to be honest, they are just for show, as are the baseball bats in their hands. I can handle myself pretty well, but fear makes people a lot more compliant.

"That’s a long time to wait for my money."

"We hit a little bump in the road. Nothing we can’t fix." Charles, the youngest of the Carson brothers, shows me his confident smile.

Little idiot.

"Thank you, but I guess I have to insist on getting my money. Today."

"We don’t have the money," Jed repeats like I’m some stupid moron and a little slow in the head.

"Well, what else do you have that you can offer me to keep my mood light?" I have to bite back a grin. "Let’s call it an incentive."

"An incentive for what?" Charles folds his arms over his chest like this is a conversation in which his opinion matters.

The other Carsons really need to watch him and his totally inappropriate temper. He doesn’t seem to grasp how bad their situation really is. People have died for a lot less than owing me two million bucks.

"An incentive to remind me that I will get my money without putting one of you in the ground first. How about that?"

Charles gets pale and starts shaking his head.