Claimed by her Daddies
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Claimed by her Daddies
Laylah Roberts
Laylah Roberts.
Claimed by her Daddies.
© 2021, Laylah Roberts.
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Contents
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Books by Laylah Roberts
List of Characters
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
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
Epilogue
Afterword
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Books by Laylah Roberts
Doms of Decadence
Just for You, Sir
Forever Yours, Sir
For the Love of Sir
Sinfully Yours, Sir
Make me, Sir
A Taste of Sir
To Save Sir
Sir’s Redemption
Reveal Me, Sir
Montana Daddies
Daddy Bear
Daddy’s Little Darling
Daddy’s Naughty Darling Novella
Daddy’s Sweet Girl
Daddy’s Lost Love
A Montana Daddies Christmas
Daring Daddy
Warrior Daddy
Daddy’s Angel
Heal Me, Daddy
Daddy in Cowboy Boots
A Little Christmas Cheer
Sheriff Daddy
Her Daddies’ Saving Grace (coming August 2021)
MC Daddies
Motorcycle Daddy
Hero Daddy
Protector Daddy
Untamed Daddy
Her Daddy’s Jewel
Fierce Daddy (coming September 2021)
Harem of Daddies
Ruled by her Daddies
Claimed by her Daddies
Stolen by her Daddies (coming 2022)
Haven, Texas Series
Lila’s Loves
Laken’s Surrender
Saving Savannah
Molly’s Man
Saxon’s Soul
Mastered by Malone
How West was Won
Cole’s Mistake
Jardin’s Gamble
Romanced by the Malones
Twice the Malone
Men of Orion
Worlds Apart
Cavan Gang
Rectify
Redemption
Redemption Valley
Audra’s Awakening
Old-Fashioned Series
An Old-Fashioned Man
Two Old-Fashioned Men
Her Old-Fashioned Husband
Her Old-Fashioned Boss
His Old-Fashioned Love
An Old-Fashioned Christmas
Bad Boys of Wildeside
Wilde
Sinclair
Luke
List of Characters
Princes of Escana:
Kassim
Matek
Tavi
Aric
Alpha Team:
Caleb
Aleki
Wolfe
Beta Team:
Judd
Hux
Beck
Owen
Princes’ cousins:
Ryiad
Jonan
Derik
Trin
Jeric
Princes parents:
Isobelle
Serin
Baler
Frost
Littles:
Vivi – Alpha Team’s Little
Pippa – Princes’ Little
Prologue
Three months ago . . .
Exhaustion weighed him down.
Why did he feel so old all of a sudden?
Find a bride.
Like it was that easy? He couldn’t just pluck one out of thin air. Someone that he and his brothers would agree on. Someone loyal and kind, who could deal with the four of them.
And that was if he could get his brothers to agree on the same woman.
A knock on the door to his office had him looking up. Please don’t be Adele.
“Sir?”
He relaxed as the door opened and he heard Pippa call out to him.
“Miss Jones? Come in.” His brothers teased him over being so formal with her.
“Sorry to interrupt,” she said. She was always professional and polite in the office. Good at her job, a hard worker, and very sweet. She followed directions well. Almost too well. Sometimes he had to remind himself that she was his employee.
Not his sub.
“You’re not interrupting. I was about to finish for the night.” He glanced at the clock. “And you, Miss Jones, should have gone home over an hour ago.”
Her cheeks flushed slightly at the reprimand, her eyes dropping demurely.
She is so beautiful.
“I’m going soon, sir. Just wanted to finish these reports.” She placed them down on his desk.
As she drew her hand back, he couldn’t help but stare at her fingers. Long and thin, pale white. He didn’t know why he was so fascinated by them.
Maybe because you’re imagining them around your cock.
He groaned.
“Are you all right, sir?” she asked quietly. “Do you have a headache? I’ll get you some painkillers.”
She turned away, disappearing out the door.
You’re a bastard.
His cock was hard, pressing against his pants. He had to stop this. It wasn’t right.
But what if you had the right to feel this way about her? To want her? To have her in your bed?
The idea percolated as she returned with some pills and a glass of water. Walking around his desk, she placed them down.
His heart thundered. She wasn’t wearing anything revealing. A white shirt tucked into dark pants. Her hair was back in a bun, some strands falling down. Her hair always turned into a wild mess at the end of the day.
“Here, this should help.”
What would help is if you got down on your knees and eased the ache in my . . . focus, Kassim! She’s staring at you.
He took the
pills with a polite smile. “Thank you, Miss Jones.”
A smile crossed her face. “You’re welcome, sir. Anything else you’d like my help with?”
Don’t say it.
“That will be all. Go home now, please, Miss Jones. And come in an hour late in the morning.” He said the last part sternly.
Something flashed in her face. Disappointment? But that was probably wishful thinking on his part.
She nodded demurely. “Yes, sir. As you wish.”
Oh, none of this was as he wished. But he had an idea . . .
After he was certain she was gone, he picked up his phone and called his brothers on their group line.
“I found her.”
1
Present Day . . .
It was a quick get in-get out mission.
Moving stealthily, she snuck her way into his private rooms using the key she’d pilfered. Then she tip-toed through the suite, even though she knew he wasn’t here. She’d waited until he left for his morning run to break in.
She tripped over a pair of shoes, but she managed to stay on her feet.
Stupid shoes. Where had they come from?
She stepped into the bedroom and shook her head. There were clothes thrown everywhere.
She strode through his bedroom, trying not to take in his scent. It was hard.
He might be messy, but he smelled sooo good. It was enough to make a girl’s panties melt. That combined with his devilish good looks and cheeky attitude meant that women threw themselves at his feet.
Don’t think about that right now.
It would just make her mad. There was no point in crushing on Prince Aric of Escana. He was wealthy. Gorgeous. Charming. And one of her only friends. So, yeah, that would just lead to disaster.
Besides, she had a prank to pull off. She slipped into his connected bathroom and moved over to the shower. Dismay filled her.
Slime balls. How had she forgotten that the man had so many shower products? He looked after his hair and body far better than she did.
Huh, she should probably start doing a bit more with her appearance.
Maybe then he’ll notice you’re a girl.
Stop it, evil voice. I can’t get involved with him. It’s too complicated.
Because he wasn’t the only brother she wanted. Not that anyone would blink twice about her being involved with more than one man. Here in Escana, reverse harems were basically the norm.
What made it impossible for her to have her own harem is that the men she wanted were way out of her league. They were the Princes of Escana.
And she was the secretary.
She let out a snort then covered her mouth and nose with her hand. Now that was not a noise that a future princess would make.
Haha. Like there was any way that would happen. Princess Pippa. Sounded cute. The reality would be anything but. She was a walking disaster. Not princess material.
Okay, so which bottle of shampoo to put this green dye in? She picked up one then sniffed it. This one smelled like Aric. Opening the top, she poured the dye into it then shook it up.
She wondered how much this shit cost. A tingle of guilt ran through her until she remembered what that slime-bum had done to her shoes.
Do you know how hard it was to clean flour out of your shoes? Or what it felt like between your toes when you put your new ballet flats on without realizing you’d been pranked?
So nah, she didn’t feel guilty about ruining his shampoo.
Tucking the dye into the pocket of her yoga pants, she made her way back out of the room. She’d dressed for stealth this morning. It was still early. Aric rose before the sun every morning for his run.
All that running meant he had a fit, muscular build. He was slimmer than the others. Kassim was the tallest and most imposing. Serious and stern. Tavi smiled on the outside, but he had a darker inner core that few knew about. Matek was by far the scariest of all the brothers. The man barely spoke, but she swore he saw and knew everything. Then there was Aric. The joker. The flirt.
She reached the door, squelching all thoughts of how much she wanted them out of her mind. No use lusting after what she couldn’t have.
Sliding out of the door, she stifled a giggle with her hand over her mouth. She danced from foot to foot with excitement as she relocked the door.
Turning, she let out a small scream as she came face to face with Matek.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
Matek barely spoke to anyone, but just his presence in a room was intimidating.
Was it against the law to break into one of the princes’ personal suites?
More than likely.
Her life flashed before her eyes. Years spent wasting away in a prison, wearing bright orange, a color she looked terrible in, by the way. She guessed that was why they chose it. Did anyone look good in that color?
“I wasn’t doing anything,” she blurted out.
Matek raised one eyebrow as he just stared at her from those pale blue eyes. His hair was nearly as long as Aric’s at the moment.
Oh, slime balls. Why did he have to be so freaking gorgeous? And so coldly terrifying? Seriously. One half of her was close to peeing herself, and the other half wanted to throw herself at him and see if he tasted as good as he looked.
How long had it been since she’d had sex?
Far, far too long. Maybe she needed a new vibrator. Something larger. Sturdier.
Matek cleared his throat and she felt herself going bright red.
It was the curse of pretty much every redhead the world over. Sure, there were the odd few that could safely tan. Not her. She was pasty white, so when she blushed, she looked like an overgrown tomato.
Not attractive.
Matek looked at the door then to her.
“I wasn’t in his rooms,” she managed to get out.
Liar. Liar.
Oh crap. What if he told Kassim? Kassim was a stickler for the truth. He hated liars. She could lose her job. Panic started to take hold.
“I was, umm, just looking for Aric. That’s all. Nothing else. Nothing to see here. Be on your way.” She made a shooing motion with her hands.
Oh God, Pippa! Did you just shoo a prince? What is wrong with you?
Seems like she was going to have to get used to wearing bright orange. Matek raised his other eyebrow. What was he thinking? Why did he never talk? What was up with that?
Then he stepped close, his hand reached out, brushing against the back of hers. A shiver ran through her.
Holy. Shit.
Then he was gone, leaving her leaning back against the door.
Damn. That was . . . so . . . freaking . . . hot.
And all he’d done was brush his hand against hers. Now her clit was throbbing and her nipples were hard and pressing against her bra.
But was he going to tell on her? It was just a prank.
And Aric started it. Well, their prank war had been going on for a while now, so she wasn’t sure who exactly started it. But Aric was hardly an innocent.
Yeah, if anyone was at fault, it was Aric and she was the injured party.
That was her story and she was sticking to it.
She high-tailed it back to her cottage. It still shocked her that she had her own little house here. Most of the staff lived off-site, but a few of them, like the security teams, herself, and the house manager, all had their own cottages on the estate. The princes even provided golf carts for them to get around. She was walking this morning, though. Giving heart beat a chance to slow.
When she reached her small, two-bedroom cottage, her heart was still racing though and her hand was tingling from where Matek had touched her.
She ran into her bedroom and fell back on the bed, trying to catch her breath. Grabbing Cranky, she pulled him against her face, breathing in the familiar scent. Then she drew him up, so she could have a serious conversation with him.
Well, as much of a serious conversation as you could have with a toy crocodile.
> “Cranky, that was seriously close. Maybe we should give up this pranking stuff. Yeah, I know he started it. And the flour in my shoes was just mean. Does he even know how long that took me to clean up? That was way beyond me putting salt in his coffee. But Matek caught me. Yeah, the scary, silent one. Uh-huh. Okay, maybe it is time to ease up. I’m supposed to be a professional. I’m an adult. I should act like one.”
God, it got so boring sometimes though. Being an adult. It felt like she’d been an adult her entire life. When her mum died, she’d had to step into her role. Her father had worked constantly, meaning she’d been in charge of everything else.
Sighing, she spread-eagled across the bed. Slowly, she slipped one hand under her pants as she recalled Matek staring at her. Those intense eyes stripping her of every secret.
Well, hopefully not all of them.
Why did she sometimes get this feeling that Matek knew everything?
She shook that off. There was no way he could.
Did she have enough time to get off before she had to get ready for the day? Rolling, she checked her clock.
Except for Cranky, nothing in her room would indicate that she was a Little. But that was because she had all the good stuff tucked away in her spare bedroom. It had a lock on it, so no one could get in there but her. It was her safe place. The rest of the cottage was all about appearances. As personal assistant to Prince Kassim, the oldest of the brothers, she needed to pretend to be a calm, level-headed professional.
So she looked at her very boring, grown-up clock and grimaced. She was already running late. No time to get out Mr. Buzzy.