Billionaire Daddy’s Virgin
Bella Love-Wins
Contents
Blurb and Author’s Notes
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Have you read The Billionaire and the Virgin?
Prologue - Jace
Introduction - Cherry
Eleven Years Ago
1. Jace
2. Cherry
Six Years Ago
3. Cherry
4. Jace
5. Cherry
6. Cherry
7. Jace
8. Cherry
Three Years Ago
9. Cherry
10. Cherry
11. Jace
12. Cherry
13. Cherry
14. Jace
15. Cherry
Present Day
16. Cherry
17. Jace
18. Cherry
19. Cherry
20. Cherry
21. Jace
22. Cherry
23. Jace
Seven Months Later
24. Cherry
25. Jace
26. Cherry
Months Later
27. Epilogue - Jace
Bonus Story!
The Cabin Heat Complete Series
Book One - Cabin Heat
Prologue
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
Book Two - Cabin Fever
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
Book Three - Cabin Glow
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
Book Four - Cabin Fire
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
Epilogue
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Billionaire Daddy’s Virgin
Copyright © 2017
Bella Love-Wins
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Blurb and Author’s Notes
BLURB
I’m back to take what was always mine.
Jace Knight
Cherry comes off as shy to most, but I know her. She’s determined, brazen, and way too young.
And she wants me.
I turn her away because of her age, but she shows up on my doorstep on her eighteenth birthday.
So I can be her first.
She’s a virgin, barely legal, but this shy yet fiery little contradiction begs me to give it to her rough.
One touch and I know she’s been right all along. The moment I reject her in the worst possible way, I realize I want to claim her for myself.
Except, now she hates me.
Too bad, because I’m back to be the man she never had.
Cherry Buchannan
My mother’s gone from this world, and my father wants nothing to do with me. In spite of my family’s wealth, from a young age, I decided that I needed to make it on my own.
I will.
But Jace is different. He doesn’t see me as everyone else does.
That’s why I want this bad boy with the filthy mouth to do dirty things to me.
One day, he does.
It’s heaven and hell rolled into one. And then he breaks my heart just to make me hate him.
Years later, he comes back to collect, and he won’t let me forget that he already owns me.
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Prologue - Jace
The Present
“I have no one. I feel so numb…so empty.”
The pain in her eyes causes me to pull her tight to my chest for a few moments, then back her up to the bed and give her shoulders a shove to make her sit.
“You know better than that, kitten,” I growl. “Once you cross that threshold, there’s no talk, no resistance, nothing but what I tell you.”
“Yes, but I’m so…this can’t be happening—”
“Stop. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she breathes out in a whisper, staring up at me with those blue-green eyes that have more power over me than she’ll ever know.
“Then no more talk…not unless I say.” I fold my arms and give her a moment to settle down. “I know what you’re going through, Cherry. But you don’t have to worry. In here, and now out there, I’m your daddy now.”
She nods with understanding.
“Say it,” I order, squaring my stance.
“You’re my daddy now. Please. Please help me forget.”
“That’s right,” I tell her, gently running the back of my hand down the side of her sweet face. This is where gentle ends and rough begins. Because she needs to feel it rough now more than ever. “I own you, kitten.”
“You do…you own me.”
I tilt her head up and bend forward, gripping her strawberry blonde locks and wrapping a handful around my fist. She moans as I crash my lips to hers for a kiss she won’t forget anytime soon.
“And I’ll protect you,”
I rasp against her lips. “But first, I’m going to have you. Whichever way I want. As rough, as dirty as I please. And you’ll take it. You’ll do as I say. You won’t be numb after I’m done with you. I’ll make you feel again, until you’re so sore you won’t remember what it’s like to be numb.”
Introduction - Cherry
A handcrafted, framed photo sits on the mantle in my father’s living room. It reads, ‘There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who enter and leave like a comet streaking across the sky, and those who forever spin around your orbit. Cherish them both. Never doubt how much you need them, or that they both exert a powerful, lasting force over the course of your life.’
For a long time, I never understood what it meant. That all changed when Jace Knight came into my life for the second time, and decided to stay.
Eleven Years Ago
1
Jace
I throw my duffel bag into the back seat of my baby. It’s a Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat, my first car since I got my driver’s license a year ago. Sighing, I hop into the driver seat. Sweat still drips down the side of my face from the exertion of today’s drills, even though powdery snow falls around me. It’s late November in New York, so the snowflakes melt on impact with the ground. Still, it’s cold enough. Three long hours of football practice takes it all out of me. And I’ve got about that much homework piled up at home. It all has to get done, basically because half the shit I hand into my teachers ends up being late. Academics isn’t my thing. If I had my way, I’d use my athletic talent to coast through easy high school courses at Boulevard Academy, the midtown Manhattan private school I attend.
But I don’t have that luxury.
I’m the older of two sons in the Knight family. The heir to power, wealth and Big Apple influence, if I play my cards right. My father, Joseph Knight, won’t let me forget it. The thing is, I never asked for this birthright. My younger brother, Jackson, is more interested in the ins and outs of Dad’s empire. I’m just grateful that my father’s not as inflexible as he makes himself out to be. He’s now grooming us both to join him in business, which takes some of the pressure off me. Next fall when I graduate, I’m heading to some ivy league business school, and just like last year, my next four summers are set aside for interning at his hedge fund firm. I guess it’s not the worst thing in the world to have my life planned out for me. All I have to do is walk into the path.
But no one planned for my mother to be diagnosed with breast cancer two years ago. Even now, while she’s in remission, looking healthier and stronger than ever, my brother Jackson and I have been bracing ourselves for the worst day of our teenage lives. Every evening after school, we walk into our family home wondering when the other shoe will drop. She’s in remission now, but can her status change? If so, when? Can Jackson and I really handle losing her so soon?
Our tough-as-nails father puts up a strong front, but we know that’s all it is. A front. An act for Jackson’s and my benefit. Every time he looks longingly at Mom, his eyes betray him. He’s gripped with the same questions we have. The same uncertainty about our future as a family plagues his mind. Whenever Jackson or I catch him in one of those vulnerable moments, he clears his throat, toughens up, and tells us to be grateful for every day we have with her. That whether she’s having a great day or not, it’s a day more than many families get with their loved ones.
As I start my car and drive out of the football field parking lot, I get the living reminder of that fact.
Cherry Buchannan.
She’s the daughter and only child of my father’s closest friend, Gerald Buchannan.
A kid, really. Probably five or six years younger than me, But she’ll forever stand out for me because her presence is a perpetual lesson. Cherry never got to know her mother. Fuck, I knew her mother more than she did. What little memory I have of being four and five years old is dotted with Mrs. Buchannan and Mom. They both fussed over Jackson and me, and the Buchannan’s were frequently at our dinner table, or at summer beach vacations in the Hamptons. Until fate, God, the universe, or bad luck gave the Buchannan’s a giant ‘fuck you’ and took Cherry’s mother away during childbirth.
Cherry is sitting on the top step, shivering near the glass-paneled double doors at the front entrance. The hood of her winter jacket is pulled over her head, shielding most of her auburn hair from the falling snow. She looks so small and fragile in front of this ominously historic structure. Tan and cream red brick mixed in with ancient archways and tall steeples all shadow her tiny frame, and I can’t help but feel for her. The urge to protect her temporarily overcomes me, and I have to shake my head to stop myself from going overboard with all this emotional shit.
I stop the car behind the black SUV parked at the curb, presumably waiting for her. Putting my car in neutral with the handbrake up, I step one foot onto the pavement and look at her over the roof of my car.
“Hey.”
“Hi, Jace.”
“It’s getting dark.” She nods. “What are you doing?”
She glances over in my direction just for a second, flashing those big, bright, electric blue-green eyes at me, then returns her gaze down to her hands.
“Waiting for my father,” she mutters.
“It’s fucking cold out.” I nod toward the black SUV in front of my car. “Isn’t this your driver?”
“Yes, but Dad said he’d be here.”
“How long have you been waiting?”
“About an hour.” She looks down at her watch. “Maybe closer to two.”
“You’ll freeze your scrawny ass off out here, Cherry. Go home with your driver.”
She shakes her head. “No. I’m not going there until Dad comes for me.”
“Why the hell not?” I demand, already getting impatient.
“Kiki’s home.”
Well, that explains a lot. Kiki is the hot, young bombshell that Gerald picked up from God knows where—probably a Vegas strip club—and married her within what seemed like minutes. She’s the third woman Gerald married. After Cherry’s mother had passed away, he got with Peggy Reid, a wealthy socialite who runs in our family’s circle, but that didn’t last. From the whispers that I’ve been hearing around my house, this Kiki marriage won’t either.
“So what if she’s home?” I ask.
“You wouldn’t ask me that if you had to live with her.”
“Kiki can’t be all that bad.”
“Compared to what?”
“Being out here in the cold ass snow.”
“No, she’s worse. Definitely worse.”
“She doesn’t like, hit you or anything, does she?”
“No.”
“Is Kiki mean to you at all?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“So what’s the problem?”
Cherry shrugs.
I really don’t need this right now. I have a shit ton of homework and assignments, my muscles are aching, and this crap weather ain’t helping.
“Your house is huge. You don’t have to see her at all if you don’t want to.”
“I’m good, okay? You’re not responsible for me. Besides, I’m sure my dad will be here any minute now.”
What I’d like to tell her is if her father had any intention of being here, he wouldn’t have sent a driver to pick her up. But she doesn’t look like she can handle any more bad news right now, no matter how glaringly obvious it is.
“Get in,” I tell her.
“What?”
I point at my passenger side. “Get in the car. You can wait at our place until your dad gets home.”
Her eyes widen at the invitation. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Mom wouldn’t mind seeing you, either.”
I leave my door open and walk up to the driver side of the SUV to let her driver know he can head home to his family or whatever, instead of sitting around. With a nod, he starts the engine and drives off, which is like Cherry’s signal to move. She skips down the steps and over to my
passenger side, smiling as she gets inside my baby at the same time as I do.
“Thanks for this.”
“Yeah.”
Cherry leans back in the seat, placing her backpack on the floor between her legs. “How’s Mrs. Knight doing?”
I throw the car into first gear, I roll off. “A lot better, since her last set of treatments.”
“Nice. Are you sure she won’t mind me coming by unannounced?”
“I already said she wouldn’t.” I don’t mean to be abrupt, but the kid should know she’s like family to us.
“Okay.”
Halfway to my house, Cherry leans forward slightly and pulls back the hoodie of her jacket to her shoulders. I have to do a double take. She’s got ridiculously light purple hair. I’m talking about purple as light as lilac, which I didn’t think was possible for human hair. Unless some old lady with gray hair dyes it with lilac shit.
“Who the fuck did that to you?” I ask, assuming that a bunch of mean girls at our school held her down and fucked up her hair like that.
She slides her fingers up to the base of her neck, and pulls out the rest of her waist-length purple as fuck hair from inside her jacket. “My best friend did it over lunch. Vanessa.”
“Dylan’s kid sister did this to you? And you call her a best friend?”
“Yes.”
“You mean that you willingly let someone do that to your hair?”
“I like it,” she says barely above a whisper.
“That makes one of us,” I tell her, stopping at our main gate. I slip my hand under the sun visor to click the remote. “No wonder you don’t want to go home. Kiki will have a fit. Never mind Kiki, Gerald will ground your ass.”
“He won’t even notice.”
“Your old man would have to be fucking blind not to see that…that…all that purple.”
The automatic gates part, and I drive the half-mile or so to the circular driveway at my front door. As she follows me inside, Jackson shows up out of nowhere.
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