Daddy's Angel (Forbidden Reads Book 1)

2020·1.52 MB·english

by  K.A Knight [Knight

CONTENTS
Forbidden Reads
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Epilogue
Also By K.A Knight
Daddy’s Angel (Forbidden Reads).
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to places, events or real people are entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2020 K.A. Knight, all rights reserved.
Written by K.A. Knight:
Edited by Jess from Elemental Editing and Proofreading.
Formatted by Kaila Duff.
Cover by Temptation Creations.
DEDICATION
Dedicated to all those girls who are at that age where a man looks good, but so does his dad.
P.S. Dad, please never read this, I will never be able to look you in the eye again. Shut the book.
Walk away and let’s pretend this never happened. ’Kay?
I never wanted to need him.
But when my boyfriend cheats on me, I decide to get a little revenge...by sleeping with his father.
Tyler, Mr. Phillips. The silver fox that fills my fantasies and has been off limits… until now. Our one
night together turns into more than we could have ever imagined, but when real life explodes into our
torrid romance can we handle what it brings?
Hearts are broken, lives are ruined, but if we can survive the world pulling us apart, we just might
have a chance at a happily ever after.
Buckle up daddy, I’m about to be your angel.
Screw you Justin, your dad does it better.
*This book contains dark elements which some readers may find triggering. All characters in this
story are over eighteen and all sexual interactions are fully consensual.*
L
EXI
“W
hat if he doesn’t like me?” I murmur, nervously nibbling on my lip. Justin reaches over and
smiles at me softly. I wonder, not for the first time, why it does nothing for me. It just feels…safe and
comfortable. Which isn’t such a bad thing for me. I need to stop dating the wrong men, and Justin is
kind and nice and…boring, but shit, that’s not bad, right?
Boring is good. Boring won’t hurt me.
He grips my hand in my lap and squeezes before tugging my dress down, making me shift
uncomfortably. Should I have worn something else? I’ve never met a boyfriend’s parents before. I’m
not exactly the type you take home to the folks, plus the idiots I usually date don’t last that long. I
mean, we have only been dating a couple of months, but he wanted me to tag along to his dad’s
birthday party, and I felt awkward saying no.
So here we are, and when we pull into a long driveway leading to a very normal-looking, huge
house, I swallow. Fuck, what am I doing? But I don’t have time to think. Justin is out of the car and
waiting for me. Sucking in a steadying breath, I scold myself as I get out of the truck. You’ve got this,
Lexi. Fake it till you make it, it’s just like being on the stage.
I take his arm, and he tugs me to the front door. He doesn’t even knock, just yanks the black door
open and slips inside. With a grin, he greets the first person he sees and wanders away, leaving me
there. Awkwardly shifting, I slip from my jacket and fold it over my arm as I hold the present in front
of my stomach.
I meander forward in the hallway, ignoring the stairs to the right, and follow the music from the
party to the left. It’s bustling with people, and I tug nervously at my lip. Normally I wouldn’t be so
bothered, I would go in and introduce myself and have fun, but this is different. This is my boyfriend’s
dad’s house, the guy I like, so I stand there until a man breaks from the crowd and heads my way.
The air whooshes from my lungs as I stare at him helplessly. Holy fucking vaginas. He’s
perfection. A silver fox for sure. He has a trimmed, well-kept, dark brown beard, and his short, styled
brown hair is peppered at the sides. There are a few laugh lines around his eyes and mouth, but they
only add to his beauty, not subtract. His eyes are dark and consuming as they lock on mine, freezing
me to the spot with no escape from them or him. Others would glance away, but not him. He’s intense
and heading straight for me.
His huge, built body is encased in grey slacks and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his
forearms to showcase thick, veiny forearms and big hands. He’s probably in his mid-forties, but
Christ, it’s obvious he takes care of his body more than most guys my age. And dancing around those
dangerous lips is an arrogant smile like he knows it.
From one look, my panties melt and my pussy turns slick. I’m wetter than I’ve been for months
with Justin. I’m no doubt blushing hard and breathing a little too heavily, but this man…he seems to
take up the whole room. His personality fills it so completely, his power, his dominance…and it’s all
aimed at me right now.
And then he’s before me.
“Hello,” he greets with a slightly confused smile, his eyes running down me in an undeniably sexy
way. The burn of it makes me tremble before him.
Suddenly, Justin is there at my elbow. He wraps an arm around me almost possessively, acting
more covetous with me than he ever has before. “Hey, Dad, this is Lexi, the girl I’m dating.”
Dad?
This is his fucking dad?
My jaw almost drops. Justin is blond with green eyes, and this guy is all dark and brooding, built
where Justin is lean. Please tell me he’s a stepdad, because fuck.
The man jerks back slightly, his eyes narrowing as they run across me in anything but a fatherly
sexless way, and it has me almost panting again. No, stop, shit.
“Nice to meet you,” I force out, my voice tight. “Happy birthday, Mr. Phillips.”
He frowns at that as I thrust out my hand. “Call me Tyler. It’s nice to meet you, Lexi.”
I freeze, my heart flapping wildly like a caged bird caught in my chest. My stomach clenches and
my breath catches as I awkwardly hold out my hand. He captures it gently, like I’m precious, his
callused fingers stroking alongside my hand as he leans down and, dark eyes on me, presses his soft
lips to the back of my hand. The whiskers of his short beard catch and make me swallow hard. He
straightens and gently lets go as I gawk at him.
Fuck.
Am I attracted to my boyfriend’s dad?
No, no fucking way. This can’t be happening, but as those dark eyes stay locked on me, I know the
truth. I’m screwed, and not in the good way, because after just one second around my boyfriend’s
father, I’m more turned on than I have ever been.
And he’s off limits.
T
YLER
M
y dipshit of a son’s new girlfriend is way too fucking beautiful. I can’t take my eyes from her
as she laughs and leans into his side. I’ve been trying to stop watching her all night, but I
can’t. He doesn’t even look away from his phone, the stupid prick. Where the hell did I go wrong
with him?
Look at her.
She glances up and seems to deflate when she realises he doesn’t care—what an idiot. She’s
breathtaking, the most beautiful girl in this room. Hell, any room I’ve ever been in.
Her long, blonde, wavy hair hangs over her sleek, tanned shoulder. Her blue eyes are captivating
and melt anyone they settle on. She’s so sweet, so innocent looking. Her lips are full, and her face is
all angles and enchanting. Her body…
Fuck.
She looks like a wet dream.
Shit.
I want my son’s girlfriend. Badly.
Turning away, I toss back my drink and head to the kitchen, rearranging my hard cock in my
slacks, and lean against the sink. Get it together, stop thinking about her like that. She’s young
enough to be your goddamn daughter!
But fuck…
“Mr. Phillips?” The soft, sweet, seductive voice comes from behind me, and I have to curl my
fingers into the sink to stop myself from grabbing her. I can’t even bear to look into those blue eyes
again.
“Tyler,” I remind her harshly.
She goes quiet for a moment, probably at my abrupt, rude response, so I sigh and turn, hiding my