Sugar Daddies: Villain Daddies, #2

By Celia Crown

Pepper's world revolves around Max.

 

He's big, grouchy, and mean, but he loves her so much that she gets a toothache from how sweet he is to her.

 

Successful in running his billion-dollar international company, Max is contradictory to the yummy sweets that he would bring home for her.

 

She loves being controlled by him; it feels right to be dependent on him when he takes good care of her.

 

He is her lifeline, and she would do anything to stay on his good side.

 

Then, Mr. Stephan comes in with his equally massive body, stormy eyes of a pent-up predator, and a desire to stay in her heart forever.

 

He also wants to be a part of her life, but she doesn't know how that's going to work. Max is too possessive over her, and he would never let another man touch her.

 

She's selfish. She wants to be Mr. Stephan's little princess and Max's little girl.

 

She doesn't know what to do.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Celia Crown
• Release date: Apr 26, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223637295

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SUGAR DADDIES

VILLAIN DADDIES SERIES - BOOK 2

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CELIA CROWN

Copyright © 2019 by Celia Crown.

All rights reserved.

This book is a work of fiction.

The book or any portion of the book may not be reproduced or used under any circumstances, except with the written permission from the author. Public names, movies, televisions, locations, or any references are used for atmospheric purposes. Any similarities and resemblances to alive or dead people, events, brands, and locales are all complete coincidences.

Contents

Sugar Daddies

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

Afterword

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Sugar Daddies

By Celia Crown

Pepper’s world revolves around Max.

He’s big, grouchy, and mean, but he loves her so much that she gets a toothache from how sweet he is to her.

Successful in running his billion-dollar international company, Max is contradictory to the yummy sweets that he would bring home for her.

She loves being controlled by him; it feels right to be dependent on him when he takes good care of her.

He is her lifeline, and she would do anything to stay on his good side.

Then, Mr. Stephan comes in with his equally massive body, stormy eyes of a pent-up predator, and a desire to stay in her heart forever.

He also wants to be a part of her life, but she doesn’t know how that’s going to work. Max is too possessive over her, and he would never let another man touch her.

She’s selfish. She wants to be Mr. Stephan’s little princess and Max’s little girl.

She doesn’t know what to do.

Chapter One

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Pepper

Daddy is possessive.

He doesn’t let me look at other men, and he would punish me for breathing in their direction, and my butt would be sore if I were to even ask for directions from a man.

Everything in my life is under his control, and I like being taken care of. I never have to worry about bills or rent anymore. Daddy says that as long as I do everything he says, he’s never going to let me down no matter how much I mess up.

He’s kind but strict, gentle with a temper, and a stern dominant who won’t hesitate to put me in my place. It’s not that I can help it. His form of punishment always leaves me on our bed used and aching.

I might have intentionally riled him up on more than one occasion.

My eyes tend to stray, and it’s not because I find another man better than my Daddy. It’s just curiosity about the way they walk, the tone they speak in, and the gaze they set on different things. It’s intriguing, but no one can capture my attention like Daddy.

He is a force to be reckoned with.

Daddy is strong.

He runs a company that makes the best hard candies, and he takes the samples home for me to taste. If I don’t like the flavor, he changes the recipe. If I don’t like the texture, he changes the formula.

There was this one piece of candy that gave me a little cut on my tongue, and Daddy terminated the entire line. I heard it cost him millions of dollars. I felt so bad that I had to beg him to put the line back because other workers had done hard work on it.

In the end, he didn’t continue with that particular candy.

I’m pretty sure that he is more than a billionaire. That’s my estimate; I don’t see how he can have a mansion, a yacht, and several planes with just millions of dollars.

His strength doesn’t just come from his ability to run an international business.

Daddy’s body puts professional bodybuilders to shame. He’s too tall, too muscular, and too intimidating. His beast of a body aside, the dark ink on his skin is enough to put someone in their place without uttering a word.

What scares everyone, including me, is his temper. When he is angry, his muscles tense up, and the death glare in his eyes strikes fear in my tummy. Then, his volume would raise, and it is programmed in me to be frightened of his voice.

I would have this paralyzing fear of Daddy’s volatile temper and villainous wrath.

I have seen it, and I never want to be on the receiving end of his anger. I hear it a lot when Daddy talks over the phone about contracts or business-related matters.

When Daddy is angry, he is more possessive, and vice versa. Those two factors fuel each other, and I’m always the one who ends up over his lap with a good spanking for things I haven’t done yet. Punishing me is an outlet that Daddy and I agreed on, and I’m always ready when I see the storm raging in his eyes or the tightness of his frame.

One word and I’m on my knees worshipping his big cock.

I know all those things, so why is this mysterious man making my heart skip a beat?

He’s very similar to Daddy, with the body of a warrior and the simmering growl of a beat in his voice, and the heat pools in my panties when he looks at me.

I can’t look away. His presence demands that I kneel down to him, and maybe I’m having too much fun admiring the tattoo peeking out from his expensive black suit. The gold watch seems as heavy as its price with the need to reflect off the light of the morning sun.

The distinguishable feature that stands out to me is his hair and eyes. They are lighter than Daddy’s, but they hold the same rawness and unrelenting command for obedience.

Seeing a specimen this fine would surely result in a severe ass spanking from Daddy when he finds out, and he always somehow knows. I learned from early on that hiding things from him is just as bad as lying.

I say they are different things, but he says otherwise with a steamy night in bed to make sure that his lesson is ingrained in my head.

Can I help you? I ask, and the more pressing question is where Daddy is because I’m not equipped to deal with another man that makes my tummy flutter just like Daddy.

I’m conflicted, and I don’t want to get on any of their bad sides.

What if I say something and it offends him? What if he’s someone from another company and wants to collaborate with Daddy? What if he—

Calm down, little girl, the man says, using the same name that my heart seems to react to.

His tone is velvety with a hint of crushing rawness.

Only Daddy calls me that and it’s making me feel hot. I’m not supposed to feel this way for anyone other than Daddy.

I swallow thickly, palms clammy with nerves, twitching in the awareness that the man is boring holes in my forehead.

My name is Stephan, he says.

The striking halo behind him from the sunlight dims as a dark cloud eats up space. Nothing can prepare me for this moment, and I can’t control the shivers that run down my body when he steps closer. He’s too close for Daddy’s rules to not ring loudly in my head, so I take a step back like the good girl that I am.

Stop, Stephan commands, and I want to die.

My body did stop. I’m not aware that I’m capable of listening to anyone’s orders other than Daddy’s and I’m afraid of what he’ll say when he finds out.

Would he be mad that I’m a bad girl for wanting another man?

I can’t. No matter how much my little heart thrums for this deviously handsome man, I have to resist his sexiness, or I will have to face dire consequences.

You’re Pepper, he says, and I nod nervously.

Another bad sign. He knows my name, and this is getting too overwhelming. I’m not familiar with the actions that needed to be taken in his situation. Daddy never taught me what I should do and what I should say at a time like this.

Speaking of Daddy, where is he when I need him?

You don’t need to fear me. He steps in front of me. I twist my fingers, and the humming of blood in my ears grows louder.

His scent invades my nose, and I try not to breathe it in. There is a faint smell of something inexplicably deep. My tongue is thick and useless in my mouth, but my eyes are always the better speaker in figuratively speaking.

Mr. Stephan has to see the shyness and awkwardness, and my body isn’t exactly subtle when I’m confronted with something beyond my area of expertise.

I don’t have many skills, and this is definitely not one. Dealing with hot and demanding men is a skill that is for seductresses and femme fatale, and it’s certainly not for little girls barely old enough to drink.

I have never even been to a nightclub. I think it’s an unspoken mandatory experience everyone needs to have before they reach twenty-one. Underage drinking and sweaty people are parts of the experience that I don’t want to think about, just the smell of bile and stale alcohol is nauseating.

Come sit with me, Mr. Stephan said while taking my smaller hand in his big one.

His grip is tight, and I can’t fight him off. He shoots a stern gaze from his shoulder, and I’m more pliable than play dough.

As he steers me to the chair right in front of Daddy’s office desk, I briefly wonder if I can turn back time and not come into the office.

Daddy doesn’t care that I go into his office. He just has to know where I am at all times so he can keep tabs on me. He knows that trouble follows me like a bad omen, and he wants to know everything that goes down in every minute. I love his overprotectiveness.

The hand around my small wrist is rough and callous, but it’s the pulse under his palm that forces my mind back to this predicament. Focusing on his wide back is safe for now, and the