Kept by her Daddies – Harem of Daddies Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
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Without thought, she rocked her hips against the hardness she could feel.

“Stop that, brat,” he told her.

“Let me help you.”

“Not now. I need to make something clear to you first. You are mine. I will share you with Ian. But no one else.”

Her breath caught. No one else? So he didn’t want Jameson to join them? She was confused.

“Except Jameson. If that’s something you want. And if he proves himself worthy. He deserved what he got after fucking drugging me. But if you want him, I’ll make sure it happens. However, I’d never allow anyone else to see you like that. Got me? Say you understand.”

“I understand. I’d never let anyone else see you like that, either.”

“I wouldn’t want them to. Because I am all yours, baby. Every last piece of me is yours. And I will do whatever it takes to take care of you. To keep you safe.”

“I know you will, Jack.” She cupped his face between her hands. “But make sure you look after yourself. No more missing sleep, understand me?”

He grinned. “I like how fierce you sound. Like a kitten with claws.”

“Jack, I am a lioness not a kitten. Hear me roar.”

“Oh, I like listening to you roar. With pleasure.”

She groaned. He was terrible.

“And I will protect you how I see fit. But,” he added when she opened her mouth to protest, “I’ll try to get some sleep. With you. Best sleep of my life with my fingers tucked into your warm, hot pussy. Just imagine how well I’d sleep if it was my dick?”

Dear Lord.

Now she’d be thinking about that until they tried it. He was ruining her.

In the best way possible.

56

It was time to move back into the land of the living.

Maggie had taken the time she needed. It had been five days since she was rescued. And while she wasn’t suddenly over what happened, she couldn’t hide her head in the sand anymore.

“What happened with the wedding? Did it go ahead? Did Uncle Willy take the photos?” she asked.

Everyone paused what they were doing. She’d convinced Ian that she was well enough to eat dinner downstairs with them. He was busy plating up their food while Jameson set the table. Jack was sitting next to her, doing something on his laptop.

Jameson hadn’t once gone to work since she’d returned. Well, not that she knew of. She had been quite out of it those first few days.

Ian cleared his throat and walked over with two plates of food. Jameson grabbed the other plates. They put them down on the table.

“No, they postponed the wedding,” Jack told her.

She winced but nodded. “Because of security concerns.”

“And everyone wanted to look for you,” Ian told her.

Great. Now, she felt guilty.

A finger under her chin, Jameson tilted her head up. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“And Uncle Willy? Where . . . where is he?” She tried to suck in a breath, but the air in here had grown thick with tension.

Oh God.

What were they going to tell her?

“This time I need to know,” she said firmly.

“This is my fault,” Jameson said, stepping away and looking distraught.

What was his fault?

“It’s not your fault,” Ian countered. “It’s on all of us.”

Panic filled her and she reached out for something to anchor her. It felt like her body was going to float away.

Jack lifted her onto his lap. “Just tell her. She’s freaking out.”

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Jameson told her with sorrow in his eyes. “I failed you.”

“Your uncle had an episode,” Jack finally told her. “He was distraught over you going missing and he grew really angry. He was throwing things and he broke a mirror and then picked up a shard of glass. He sliced his hand. He ran at Jameson and tripped. He fell and hit his head again.”

“Oh God,” she moaned. “Again? So he’s in the hospital?”

“We had to have him sedated and assessed,” Jameson said. “His dementia was in his records. Because you weren’t here, hospital admin contacted the next of kin to see about what they wanted to do.”

“Who?” She breathed out, scared. “Who did they contact?”

Jameson narrowed his gaze. “I believe it was his sister. Your mother?”

“Oh no. Fuck. No, no, no.” She tried to get off Jack’s lap, but he held her still.

“What is it?” Ian asked.

“I have to get my phone. Do you know where it is? Wait . . . I don’t have my phone!”

“We couldn’t find it,” Ian told her. “Whoever took you must have turned it off and dumped it as we couldn’t track it.”

She took in a deep breath, let it out slowly. “Okay . . . I can remember Indie’s number. Can I use someone’s phone? I need to call her in London, but I’ll pay you back.”

“You’re not paying me back.” Jack slid his phone over to her. But again, he wouldn’t let her off his lap.


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