Breaking Daddy’s Rules

Chapter 4

ISABELLA

“Do you understand?” Mum asked, and I nodded.

“Yes, Mum.”

“He’s our...”

“Mum, I’m going to be late for lectures. You’ve told me again and again. I’ll be nice and respectful to him.”

“Good. Are you coming home tonight?” Mum asked.

“I’m not sure yet...”

“Don’t waste your free time running around with your friends. Just come home and stay with me, okay?” she said.

“Fine. I’ll just come home,” I answered, leaning in to kiss her on both cheeks before pulling back and saying goodbye.

I bounced out of the house with my bag in hand. It was a new day, and I was trying my hardest not to think about what had happened last night.

Mum had told me he’d only just returned to the country yesterday and was moving into the mansion across from ours.

I looked at the huge, beautiful mansion opposite our home and gave a firm nod. To own that mansion and this whole estate, that man had to be a multibillionaire.

I shoved thoughts of him out of my head once again and set off for school.

“Marcus really dumped you?” Chloe, my best friend, whispered.

“Yeah. Let’s talk about it after class,” I whispered back.

“That little bastard. How could he?” Chloe huffed, turning her attention back to the lecturer.

The lecture was nearly over, and I could tell Chloe could hardly wait. A few minutes later, it ended, and the lecturer left the room.

“Tell me everything, Bella.” Chloe immediately spun to face me, and I let out a soft sigh.

“He said I’m too...” I glanced around.

“Maybe we should go to the coffee shop and talk about it there,” I said, getting to my feet.

Chloe stood too, and we both headed to the coffee shop, Chloe ranting the whole way about how she was going to tear Marcus apart for breaking up with me.

We finally settled into the coffee shop, ordered two cups of coffee, and got ready to talk.

“So Marcus said I’m too unresponsive to a man’s touch and that I might as well become a virgin nun already.” I shrugged and took a sip of my coffee.

“What the?! That little bastard thinks he’s something? He should count himself lucky you agreed to date him in the first place. He’s way, way, way out of your league,” Chloe replied.

“You know what? I’ve got an idea,” Chloe said as I set my cup down on the table.

“What idea?”

“You need to date someone else. Someone hotter than Marcus. I bet it’s his fault you don’t get turned on with him. Just find another guy who turns you on and...”

I stopped hearing whatever Chloe was saying as her earlier words echoed in my head.

Another guy who turns me on.

There was only one person I could think of. The one person I shouldn’t even be thinking about.

“Bella? Are you even listening to me?” She rapped on the table, and I snapped back.

“Huh? Yes, I am. I’m listening.”

“Doesn’t look like it. Are you really that heartbroken over the breakup?” Her face softened with emotion.

“Not really,” I murmured.

“Of course you wouldn’t be that hurt. You two only dated for, what, three or four months, right? But you zoned out. What were you thinking about?” Chloe asked.

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” I answered, not wanting to think back to last night.

“I can introduce you to a new guy. He’s smoking hot! One of the hottest guys in college right now!” she told me.

“Really?”

“Yes. I’m sure you’ll get wet just from looking at him,” Chloe giggled.

“I hope so,” I murmured.

“I’ll introduce you to him tomorrow. Get ready to lose that V-card the sweetest way possible, Bella.”

**

“Mum, do I really have to go and give him these cupcakes?” I grumbled, gripping the plate of cupcakes in my hands. I was back home, and after Mum’s long lecture, I was about to take cupcakes to Dorian Kane.

“Yes, Bella. We have to be as nice as possible to him for letting us live here this long and supporting us so generously. He’s like a father to you, okay?” Mum said, and I just pressed my lips into a thin line.

Nobody sucks their father’s c**k, right? But I had sucked the c**k of this father figure.

“Fine. It’s just handing him these nicely and respectfully. I’ll do exactly that,” I told her and walked off.

It was clear Mum was deeply grateful to Mr. Kane, and yes, I was grateful too, but I couldn’t help feeling nervous and awkward about taking cupcakes to him.

The moment I reached the gates of his home, a few men in black suits stopped me. They’d never been here before, and they weren’t the estate guards I knew so well.

“I live right over there,” I told one of them, pointing back at our house.

“Your name, Miss?” he asked.

“Bella,” I answered simply, and he stepped away from me to make a phone call.

A few seconds later, he returned.

“Please go on in,” he told me.

“Thank you,” I murmured and walked in, wondering why this man needed so many men guarding his place when the estate already had so much security of its own.

I shrugged it off and stopped in front of the door. I took a deep breath and let it out before reaching for the handle. The door clicked by itself, and I pushed it open. He must have unlocked it.

I stepped into the mansion, which was simply breathtaking. He’d only just arrived in the country, hadn’t he? So how could he have furnished this place so beautifully already?

He’s a billionaire, Bella! I reminded myself, coming to a stop in his living room.

“You’re here,” I heard his deep, sexy voice say.

Forgive me for using the word sexy, but I just couldn’t help it. It was the truth!

I looked toward the voice and saw him coming down the stairs, and as if he meant to seduce me, he was shirtless.

All he wore were grey sweatpants, and I tried not to look at those intricately sculpted abs, but I failed, staring at them so obviously. Then my gaze dropped, and I tried again. Believe me, I tried not to look down at his crotch, but I did anyway, and I could see the outline of his c**k. That big, thick c**k that had filled my mouth and made me feel so full. That c**k was heading toward me right now, and as though it were the most natural thing in the world, my p***y got wet.

“You’re staring inappropriately, Bella,” he said, and I quickly looked away, feeling my cheeks burn.

I quickly pressed my thighs together and looked in the other direction.

I kept looking away until I sensed him close to me, close enough for me to breathe in the scent of his cologne.

I swallowed hard and turned to face him.

“Hello, Mr. Kane.” I gave him the most awkward smile imaginable.

“My mum asked me to bring you these cupcakes. She just baked them and...” I pressed my lips into a thin line, not knowing what else to say. Standing next to this man had stolen my words.

“Last night was a mistake. I mistook you for someone else, and even though I don’t know why you went along with it, I still want us to forget it. Like it never happened,” he told me, and I took two steps back from him so I could speak properly, away from all that... sexiness.

“I didn’t mean to go along with it, and I’m not usually like that...” I didn’t know why I felt the need to explain.

“Last night just happened. I wasn’t thinking straight, and I’m glad things didn’t go any further than they did.” I glanced at his crotch again, unable to stop myself.

“Bella, my eyes are up here,” he said, and I quickly looked back up at his face.

“I want to make things clear between us. You’ll be like a daughter to me, and I’ll be like a father to you,” he said, and the moment he said those words, only one other word came to mind...

Daddy.

I don’t know whether that thought was innocent or downright dirty, but my rambling mouth let some silly words slip out.

“If you’re like a father to me, then can I call you Daddy?” I asked, and heard him groan deeply.

In the next second, he’d yanked me against him, making the plate of cupcakes fall from my hands, and before I could do anything... not that I was actually trying to do anything...

He’d bent down to my height and captured my lips with his, and f**k! His lips fit mine perfectly.

Last night had been my first time sucking and licking a c**k, but this wasn’t my first kiss. It was, however, my best kiss ever! I’d heard stories of girls going weak at the knees from a kiss but had never once felt it myself, yet with this man, who was much older than me, I felt my knees buckling.

His lips pressed against mine hard, with a hint of possessiveness, his arm around my waist drawing me even closer to his body, and that was when I realized it! This man was hard! His big c**k was pressing into my stomach while his tongue made its way into my mouth.

Throwing caution to the wind, I slid my arms up to his broad, strong shoulders and kissed him back, but hell, he dominated the kiss, his tongue clashing against mine. His kiss felt like it was devouring me, and the hand on my waist was now roaming over my ass as he sucked on my lips and then went for my tongue, sucking away the taste of the apple juice I’d drunk before coming over.

Letting a soft moan escape into the kiss, I ground against his erection and heard him let out a low, deep growl that only made my p***y wetter, but the next second, he broke the kiss and tilted my chin up with his right hand while his left stayed on my ass.

“Don’t you f*****g call me Daddy again.” His hand squeezed my ass cheeks, and ignoring the serious look on his face, I moaned again.

“Gamo, get out.” He pulled away from me completely and turned his back.

But I wanted more from this man. This man who made me dripping wet without even trying.

I wanted him to be the first man to f**k me.