Daddy's Addiction (Mafia Daddies Book 1), page 1
Daddy’s Addiction
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Daddy’s Addiction
Mistaken identity has never been so wrong.
Tommy
After years of sabotaging my body and blaming my family for the loss of my love, I’ve refused to be a part of our Mafia involvement.
Then my usual Indulgence service arrives, and for the first time in years, my body comes alive. I can feel.
The only problem is the girl in my arms. The one I crave is not the girl I ordered.
No, it’s my stepdaughter.
And worse, she wants me to be her daddy.
I’ve swapped one addiction for the other, but this one might just be my cure.
Dedication
To all you good little girls who love their men to be possessive, filthy and a tad bit unhinged.
This book is for you.
WARNING
This is not a light-hearted, sweet and innocent love story.
It is dark and delicious.
It is filthy with a cherry on the top, known as a huge red flag.
You’re going to need to charge your toys. Have your partner at hand. Because Daddy Tommy is about to get you very messy. In the best kind of way.
Contents
Content Warning
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Jade
Chapter 3
Tommy
Chapter 4
Tommy
Chapter 5
Tommy
Chapter 6
Jade
Chapter 7
Tommy
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Jade
Chapter 10
Tommy
Chapter 11
Jade
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Tommy
Chapter 16
Tommy
Jade
Chapter 17
Tommy
Chapter 18
Tommy
Jade
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Tommy
Chapter 21
Epilogue
MORE DADDY?
Also by BJ Alpha
Acknowledgments
About the Author
More…
Content Warning
This book is intended for adults only.
It contains scenes of violence and graphic sex. Please check my website for a full list of triggers.
Chapter One
Tommy
My head pounds, my temple pulsates, and my body aches like a bitch.
Jesus, what the fuck did I do last night?
Groaning, I roll over and inhale a mouthful of something furry. I splutter in panic when I begin to choke, sitting up, startled. What the fuck? I pick strings of hair from my mouth with a grimace and realize one of the whores from last night must have lost a bunch of hair during our rampant sex session.
I probably face fucked her too hard.
My head lolls from side to side as I struggle to focus on anything as the room spins around me. Squeezing my eyes closed, I take a deep breath to compose myself and try to open my eyes once again.
Squinting through narrowed eyes, I’m finally able to take in the destruction of my bedroom. Shit got messy, that’s for sure.
Bottles litter the floor, clothes are spewed around, used condoms are disposed of on every surface, and, for some reason, the large freestanding mirror is laid flat on the floor with remnants of white powder coating it. Shit.
I drag a hand through my wayward hair. I’m such a fucking screwup.
Scanning the mirror, I take in the pink suctioned dildo still attached to it, and all of a sudden, flashbacks of the previous night come to me, hitting me like a truck from out of nowhere.
Two blondes kiss one another while I relentlessly fuck one from behind and the other bounces up and down, fucking the plastic cock stuck to the mirror. Their moans fill the room while I try in desperation to chase the high and get off—to no avail, as always.
As filthy and depraved as the hookers are, for some reason, I always struggle to finish.
I snort cocaine off their tits and make them lick one another clean.
My stomach clenches in disappointment with myself. What a fucking loser.
Something moves beside me, snapping me out of my memories, and when that something moves toward my cock, I drop back down against the mattress and allow her to slide me into her pouty mouth. Another girl angles herself over me, and her inflated tits hang near my face as her lips come toward mine. “I told you no kissing,” I chastise while squeezing her nipple punishingly, forcing her to moan so loud I’m convinced it’s fake. “Filthy bitch,” I admonish with a half-assed fake smirk. She giggles, but her happiness does nothing for me, nor does the sucking noise from my father’s secretary Jenna, as she attempts to shove my cock all the way down her throat but fails miserably and, in turn, leaves a sloppy mess on my stomach that is anything but erotic.
Why can I not feel something? Any-fucking-thing.
The buzzing from my nightstand makes me clench my jaw in irritation as I try my best to remain hard in her mouth.
The noise continues, forcing me to grab my phone, place it down beside me on the mattress, and deliberately put it on loudspeaker, knowing who is calling.
“Tommy?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose at the sound of my father’s demanding voice, and his tone is as pissed as ever.
“Tommy?” He tries again when I fail to greet him.
The blonde not sucking me off kisses down the column of my neck, and it feels like insects are crawling over me, trying to burrow beneath my skin. Instead of relaxing me, instead of helping me to get off, all I want is for her to stop. For both of them to stop.
Jesus, I need another hit.
Something to numb my feelings.
“Tommy!” he barks, filling the room and forcing both girls’ heads to dart up and glare in the phone’s direction.
I grind my teeth. How the fuck dare he take what little pleasure I have away from me? Once again trying to ruin my life.
“What?!” I grind out.
“I want to see you in my office. You have one hour to get there.” My chest rises in anger at him intruding on my life. “And get rid of the whores,” he tacks on the end before disconnecting the call without another word, reminding me how little importance I am to him anymore. To anyone.
I drop my head back against the pillow with a heavy groan.
Of course, the man knows each and every fucking move I make. I’m thirty-one years old and my father still tracks me like a goddamn child.
I wonder if he realizes the whore he was referring to is none other than his favorite secretary? I smirk in delight at the thought of pissing him off. Maybe I should tell him? See how much he likes having something so important to him taken away.
“Hurry the fuck up and get me off. I have shit to do,” I snap out to the women like the bastard I am. Closing my eyes, I imagine it’s her sucking me off, the woman I’ve spent my life reminiscing about. The only woman I could ever consider settling down with. The only woman I ever kissed and the only woman I will ever give my heart to.
The one they took away from me.
I rest my arms on the back of the office couch. Aggravation builds at the thought of being here when I could be at home in bed with two women getting my cock serviced. My body craves the buzz sex can sometimes give me. It takes the edge off the urge I have to lose myself completely to drugs.
My father’s nose turns up, his lip curls in disgust, and his eyes travel up and down my body as if he can see every dirty little detail that ensued last night. I fidget under his scrutiny, tugging on the collar of my shirt as heat travels over me and perspiration gathers on my forehead, yet my mouth is drier than the desert.
“Are you withdrawing again?” He sighs condescendingly, with disapproval lacing his tone.
My eyes lock with his. “No. I told you I only do it recreationally now.”
“Mmm.” He muses, clucking his tongue like he doesn’t believe a single word I utter. He takes a while to finally drag a calculated finger over his lip as he appraises me.
I’ll never be good enough in my father’s eyes. Not unless I become one of them. Even after I married Zenya to help with my father’s business, I wasn’t good enough.
“I have to go away on business.” He sighs again.
I don’t know why he’s telling me this—he never normally bothers. So, instead of giving him my attention, I glance away, uninterested in his business, and he knows it. The whole point of my marrying Zenya was for them to leave me the hell alone w
“Zenya’s daughter is due to stay with me,” he adds, and I face him in confusion. “She’s home from boarding school for the holidays.” His tone almost sounds sad at the fact he will not be around to see her.
I roll my eyes. Trust my father to have more compassion for someone non-blood-related rather than his own flesh and blood.
“What’s this got to do with me?” I sound like a callous bastard, and, well, I am one. But why should I care about her kid? Especially since the bastards didn’t even inform me she had one. Where my brothers got their virginal brides, I got a widow with an expenditure. She’s damaged goods. Like me, I guess.
“She’ll be staying with you.” He glares at me.
My spine snaps straight as I sit forward, and my jaw locks as I barely manage to hide the fury bubbling through me. “Over my dead fucking body!” I spit with venom.
He holds his hand up to stop me from going further, as though I’m nothing more than a trained dog.
I know better than to argue with him. I’ve seen the wrath of my father. I know his ability and the lengths he can go to to get what he wants. If not through violence, then manipulation. My fists clench at my sides, and my body vibrates with anger at him intruding on my life a-fucking-gain.
“She will be staying with you.” He stares into my eyes with certainty. The same dark eyes as mine—soulless, dead.
Like mine.
My lips move to argue without thinking. “What about the others? Can’t she stay with one of them instead?”
My father’s mouth falls open and his eyebrows shoot up in shock. “Your brothers work, Tommy. They have their own responsibilities, and you have yours.” His eyes never leave mine.
“She’s not my fucking responsibility,” I snarl back. “I didn’t even know about her until after Zenya died. I don’t even know the kid. Nor do I want to,” I grit out, then clench my lips shut tight, trying to refrain from going further.
He exhales heavily, unable to hide his disappointment. “Jade. Her name’s Jade. And you’ll look after her like she’s your own.” He raises an eyebrow, and his tone leaves no room for discussion.
Shocked, I make an obnoxious choking noise in the back of my throat. The only woman I wanted a child with is long gone, and I sure as hell don’t want some other fucker’s kid hanging around me. Just because he has a soft spot for the Little Orphan Annie doesn’t mean I do.
Ever since Zenya passed away six years ago, my father has taken that kid in and been a better parent to her than he ever was to any of us. I made a point of avoiding his place at the best of times, so it was easy to stay away from the kid who, by law, is, in fact, my legal responsibility. Just another thing they fucked me over with. I grind my teeth at the reminder of the injustice.
Until now, my father has asked nothing from me where the girl is concerned, so I’ve never asked about her in return. Why would I? I live my life and they live theirs.
“How long will you be gone?”
“Six weeks.”
“Six?” I question in outrage, and my jaw drops open. “Six fucking weeks?”
“Tommy, if you want to continue the lifestyle you have, I suggest you put it on hold for six weeks. That’s all I ask.” He smooths his palms down his shirt as though he’s finished with the conversation.
I slump back in my chair. He’s punishing me all over again. The hold he has over me is money. Without him, I have none and he knows it. And boy, do I fucking know it.
Dragging my hand through my hair, I try to come up with a plan. Maybe I can get her a nanny or something? A sitter? I can ask my housekeeper to arrange it.
Yes, yes, I’ll do that. I’ll get someone to amuse the kid while I live my life. I can handle six weeks. I can continue living my life while the kid is cared for. Nothing needs to change.
“I need her in a safe environment,” he adds on, as if reading my thoughts.
He doesn’t mean her living with me as a form of protection because that goes without saying. As a Mafia family, we’re all protected. No, he’s referring to my lifestyle choices. The drugs, drinking, and sex.
“I mean it, Tommy. No drugs. Six fucking weeks, that’s all I ask.”
Huh, like it’s that easy.
“Fine,” I snap out. “When does she arrive?” I stand and head toward the door, finished with the conversation.
“Saturday,” he calls out as I walk through it, but I don’t miss the sound of hope in his voice, making me want to vomit at the pathetic notion.
“Look after her.” His words barely register.
Chapter Two
Tommy
I’ve been angsty as fuck all week, and I’m ready to blow off some steam. So when the doorbell rings, signaling my Saturday night Indulgence girl, I race down the stairs like the addict I am, ready for my next hit.
Glancing at the mirror at the bottom of the stairs, I grin to myself. I was blessed with looks, that’s for sure. At least the whores I fuck get to screw someone good-looking. I swing open the front door eagerly to find a young woman staring up at me with wide green eyes full of uncertainty. Scanning over her, I take in her bedraggled state, she’s drenched, and the thought pisses me off that the car clearly didn’t drop her at the door like usual. The rain lashes down behind her and she shivers, making my eyes latch on to her outfit of choice for tonight.
The girl opted for a school uniform. My lip quirks up in delight. This is new, different, and my cock is on board with it as it pulsates and springs to life from a mere glance at her. My balls tighten, drawing up with need, especially when my gaze roams over her trembling lips and her peaked nipples begging to be sucked and toyed with. I graze a hand over my solid cock, letting her know how much I approve of her outfit. Her eyes widen innocently. Fuck me, she’s adorable and edible all rolled into one. I’m going to have some fun with her. It’s been a long time since my cock had this reaction to a woman—years.
My mouth waters to taste her, and my cock leaks to devour her and fill her until I spill down her thighs. Fuck yes.
Her soaked hair sticks to her face as loose brunette waves trail down her shoulders and over the fabric of her white school shirt, which clings to her, making it see-through thanks to the heavy downpour. And fuck my life am I grateful for it. Her tits strain the buttons, and those pebbled nipples are the perfect size, ready to tug into my mouth, nibble and caress, mark as mine.
A pleated school skirt reaches her midthigh, and I itch to push it up around her waist while dropping to my knees and honoring the little siren sent to torture me with impure thoughts.
Fuck, Indulgence outdid themselves this time. I need to shoot the owner, Oscar O’Connell, a thank-you message. My lip tips up at the thought.
My hand snaps out and I grab her wrist forcefully, causing a small gasp of surprise to leave her plump lips. That little murmur alone sends a bolt of electricity through my body, bringing me to life while making my cock leak strings of precum from the tip, marking my pants in the process. Never have I had such a reaction to a simple touch.
Tugging her inside, I spin her to face me and slam her against the wall. “Tsk, tsk, naughty little girl, dressing like this.” My gaze travels over her body, and she sucks in a sharp breath, then nibbles on her bottom lip under the intensity of my stare. “You look like a little whore.” I push myself against her, my solid cock flush against her small frame. “Such a naughty little girl.” Gently, I allow my thumb to graze her bottom lip, my voice a gentle whisper against her smooth skin, “You’re making me hard, little girl.” Her green eyes bulge, and her lips part, giving me the perfect opportunity to slam my mouth against hers without thinking. I shove my tongue deep inside her mouth with a growl. My hand entwines with her hair, fisting it hard, and I tug it back so sharply she winces with the bite of pain behind my action. Her small hands try to shove me away, but it only makes me press against her harder, enjoying this little push-pull game she’s playing with me. She makes me smile into the kiss when her hands grip my shirt instead of forcing me away, giving up on the fight as quickly as starting it. I like her submissive against me. Revel in it even.
