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  Daddy Duke

  Royally Screwed: Book 3

  Madison Faye

  Contents

  Author’s Note

  Free Books Offer

  Blurb

  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

  Goodies

  Triple Daddies

  Triple Daddies

  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

  Epilogue

  Double Daddies - sneak peek

  Double Daddies

  Chapter 1

  Tempting Daddy’s Boss

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  Tempting Daddy’s Boss

  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

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peeks!

  His Little Bad Girl - Sneak Peek

  Paying The Debt - Sneak Peek

  Professor

  Professor

  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

  Epilogue

  Also by Madison Faye

  Mailing List

  About the Author

  Copyright Notice

  Author’s Note

  This is a novella-length book of approximately 140 pages. I’ve included some extras in here as well, which may inflate the number of pages in your e-reader. So please be aware that this complete story of a book will “end” at around the 30% mark on your e-reader.

  Also, this book is exclusively available on Amazon.com. If you are purchasing this book from another platform, it is a pirated version! :(

  Thanks so much for your support!

  <3,

  Madison

  Copyright © 2018 Madison Faye

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  Photography: Wander Aguiar

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  Blurb

  She’s off-limits. Inappropriate. A tease, a brat, a scandal waiting to happen, and a royal pain in my ass.

  Oh, and she’s one more thing too: all mine.

  …She just doesn’t know it yet.

  I have a problem. A five-foot-five, brown-haired, green-eyed little tease of a problem. A problem that’s lived under my roof ever since I took her in as if she were my own years ago.

  Lola. Princess Lola, that is. Lola with the fiery sass, the softest lips, the sweetest skin, and the most temping curves these rough hands have ever wanted to grab ahold of

  I’m her guardian – the man who took care of her and raised her up. But my eyes have started lingering longer than they should. My thoughts have turned darker, and there’s no turning back.

  See, I want the little Princess to be my little Princess. I want her laid out dressed in nothing but jewels and a smile – a present waiting for me to unwrap and claim.

  The world will say this is so f*cking wrong. They’ll say I’m more than twice her age. They’ll say a rough, hardened, ex-soldier like myself has no business being with her. They’ll say a lot to try and keep us apart.

  …They can all go to hell.

  Because whatever my Lola wants, she’ll get. And she’s about to get every inch of what she wants.

  …But only if she says please.

  Are you sitting on your throne? Got your tiara and jewels ready? Good, you’re going to need them. Get ready for that kind of book. You know what I’m talking about ;).

  Wild, out of control, and pure dirty fantasy at it’s finest. Packed with insta-love, kindle-melting steam, and one very dominant alpha. As with all my books, this one is safe, with no cheating, and a HEA guaranteed.

  Chapter 1

  Xavier

  The woman smiled, her red lips pulling back to show a flash of perfect white teeth. Candlelight flickered over her face — over stunningly good looks that could have and did turn most heads in the dim, intimate restaurant we were sitting in.

  She was regal. The right “stock” — the right type of royalty. Cultured, rich, perhaps a little snobby, and definitely thought she was going to get my cock that night.

  She wasn’t.

  Not even close.

  But the point is, she was appropriate for me. More appropriate than, well…yeah, that. The date that night with the “appropriate” woman — a countess — wasn’t a date for me. It was medicinal. It was a necessary, surgical move to try and save me from myself. From my demons. From my obsession.

  But it was. Not. Working.

  Because I couldn’t concentrate on the Countess Victoria with her ridiculous cleavage, her fake tan, her fake bottle-blonde hair. I could even follow what she was saying to me, much less acknowledge it when her hand tried to hold mine.

  Because all I could think about was her.

  My problem. My obsession. The very off-limits, very never-can-happen her.

  Lola.

  My Lola.

  I’d been strong for longer than I’m betting most men would have been. But no longer. I couldn’t pretend anymore — couldn’t ignore what I knew I was feeling.

  …I couldn’t ignore the fact that Lola Abington, my sweet, innocent, nineteen-year-old ward, got my cock harder than a diamond. Not after what I’d seen the day before — the scene I’d walked into that’d gotten me more furious and more turned on than I’d ever been before. A confusing mix of emotions I was still trying to come to grips with.

  Seeing her like that had flipped a switch inside of me. She’d gone from my young innocent little ward to a woman, and suddenly, what I’d been ignoring for years couldn’t be ignored any longer. I’d been doing everything in my power to pretend I didn’t see it, but I had. Oh had I.

  Little Lola had grown up, and she’d grown up a lot.

  And now I couldn’t ignore her anymore. And believe me, I’d tried. B
ut seeing the look on her face, and the way she’d shrieked and covered her bare tits, but not quick enough that I didn’t get a tempting glimpse of pale pink nipple and the soft curve of her body. The way she’d looked right at me, her face wild and heated, her hands cupping her breast, and my cock about to rip a hole through my pants.

  All of that had struck me like a branding iron, and I couldn’t go back to pretending anymore.

  “Xavier?”

  I blinked my thoughts away, turning and narrowing my eyes as I realized what was happening. The Countess Victoria had sidled around to my side of the table, now sitting directly next to me in the round banquet-style booth. Very, very next to me. She licked her lips, arching her brows suggestively. Her hand dropped to my thigh, and she grinned.

  “Oh I think someone’s already ready for me, isn’t he?” she purred, clearly feeling the completely un-ignorable tent in my pants.

  Yeah, it was time to shut this down. Now.

  I pushed her hand away, ignoring her gasp as I slid from the table, trying to will my erection away as I stood.

  “I have to leave.”

  Her jaw dropped. “Wait, seriously? We haven’t even gotten our food yet.”

  “Something’s come up at home.”

  Something had come up at home. The day before. The week before. The fucking month before. And I was done pretending it hadn’t. My sweet little Lola had been a bad girl two nights before. Vey, very bad. So bad that she’d crawled under my skin and lit a fire there. So bad that my cock had barely gone down since. She’d decided to play the temptress, or the tease, or the brat, or whatever fire it was she’d been playing with that night. But that was done.

  And I was done holding back.

  I dropped a few hundred dollars on the table with a nod.

  “Thanks for lovely evening,” I half-lied. I turned, ignoring Victoria’s huffs and curse words as I stormed from the restaurant. The valet brought my all-black vintage Mustang around — a classic for a classic my friends always joked with me, given my age.

  My age.

  More than double hers.

  The engine roared as I floored it, pointing towards home.

  This was wrong. This was inappropriate. This was filthy, and lewd, and so fucking forbidden.

  But I was done fucking caring. I was done waiting, and ignoring this. I was done living right down the hall from the tempting little tease who’d had my cock hard for longer than I even wanted to admit, and not doing a thing about it.

  My little Lola had grown up

  She was already “mine,” but now I was going to show her just how mine she really was.

  Chapter 2

  Lola

  Two Nights Before:

  John’s lips pressed to mine, and I instantly hated it. I hated what I was doing, and why. Come to think of it, I didn’t even like John very much.

  But then, this is what I was supposed to be doing, right?

  I mean, a young, rich, un-engaged princess like myself? Kissing boys and making rash decisions was basically the handbook for me right? There were so many other girls with my exact title and background on Instagram or in tabloids, hooking up with famous rock gods or movie stars, and there I was at nineteen still moping around his manor.

  …But then, that was the other part of my problem.

  He was the other part of my problem — Xavier, the Duke of Bandiff. Also known as the man who’d basically been raising me for the last five years.

  I shook my head. No, I couldn’t go there anymore. I’d promised myself not to have those thoughts anymore and made my body pinky-swear to stop reacting the way it had been whenever I thought of him.

  But it wasn’t working. Not even a little bit. After months — years even — it wasn’t working, and I was starting to lose it. I couldn’t think the thoughts that I’d been thinking about him. I just couldn’t.

  It was wrong

  And so inappropriate.

  Xavier wasn’t my father, but he’d been the closest thing to one I’d pretty much ever had, what with my real dad always being gone, and then in prison — along with Xavier’s ex-wife, actually. She was still there, but my dad had skipped out and disappeared years before, which is when Xavier had stepped in to take me under his wing.

  And life had never been the same for me.

  But then, that’s why I was there that night, I guess. Xavier was out, and I’d invited John over because, well, maybe I thought it would help. John — Prince John, actually, the kind of douchey, but kind of good looking guy I’d known from school. Maybe I thought if I just put the inappropriate thoughts out of my head for a while and just got lost in some other guy, it would all go away. And then I could stop thinking these wicked, filthy thoughts about the man who’s roof I lived under.

  The man more than twice my age.

  The man who made my pulse skip a beat, who made my breath catch.

  …The man who made my panties slick and messy.

  “Ouch.”

  I winced as John’s clumsy hand groped my breast awkwardly.

  “Yeah you like that huh?” He hissed.

  No, not at all.

  “Just— go slower, okay?”

  He moved in to kiss me again, and I braced myself. Fuck, why was I even doing this? Right, Xavier.

  Just get him out of your head.

  This was going to be terrible, but I knew I’d be cured of my poisonous filthy, totally wrong thoughts afterward. I certainly hoped so at least.

  John’s lips brushed mine for half a second and then went to my neck, licking my skin like that was some sort of sexy move. His hands moved to my shirt, pushing it up my body.

  I swallowed. Okay, this was it. If I could just get it over with, I’d be free of my obsession with thinking about the one man I never should have been obsessing over.

  “It’s like ripping a bandaid off,” my friend Riley had said when I’d asked her once about the whole losing your v-card thing.

  Right, just like a bandaid.

  Wonderful analogy.

  I pulled away from John, swallowed, and reached down to hook my hands into my shirt. I pulled it up, not slowly, just a quick yank off my head, my long dark hair tumbling down to the middle of my back.

  Just like a bandaid.

  John grinned wolfishly, his eyes darting down to my bare tits. Riley had also suggested not wearing a bra. I should really have stopped listening to my friend.

  “Fuck yeah babe,” he growled as he moved in. His hand dropped to his belt, yanking it open as my stomach sank.

  Oh fuck, what the hell am I—

  “WHAT THE FUCK!”

  The voice boomed through the room, making my heart lurch into my throat and John shriek, jumping from the couch like he’d been electrified. I whirled, gasping as I covered myself with my hands and looked up into his eyes.

  Xavier.

  Xavier home early and standing in the doorway to the living room. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought he might break it, and the fire in those eyes of his — holy shit. That look was fierce, and savage, and furious.

  “You,” he roared, jabbing a finger like a murder weapon at John as he stormed into the room.

  “Hey, listen man, I was—”

  John cried out as Xavier grabbed him by the neck, picked him up and sent him crashing right through the coffee table.

  Whoa.

  “Get up!” Xavier roared.

  “Hey!” John shrieked again, his voice cracking. “I am prince of—”

  “I said GET. UP!”

  His mouth snap shut, and he nodded, his eyes wide as he stumbled to his feet.

  “Sir—”

  He winced as Xavier yanked his arm behind his back, twisting it and making him scream as he pushed and kicked him through the doorway to the main hall and foyer of the manor. I heard the huge, heavy oak door open, and a hitting sound followed by John shrieking again, and then the door slammed shut.

  Then there was silence.

  Oh, I’m in trouble.
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br />   The silence sat there for a second before I heard footsteps. Xavier stormed back in, his face furious and his eye locked on me, huddled on the couch holding my breath.

  “Xavier—”

  “No, Lola,” he growled, shaking his head. “I don’t want to fucking hear it. Him? Seriously?”

  “What, picking my boyfriends now are you?” I snapped.

  Xavier’s eyes narrowed at me, his face glowering.

  “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

  “Nothing, you just think you can run my life!”

  He was silent.

  “I’m nineteen—”

  “I’m aware.”

  “So I can do what I want!”

  “Can you?” he snapped, moving towards me. I gasped as he stepped closer and closer, his muscled body bristling and his eyes fierce as he stormed over to where I sat, still topless and holding my breasts on the couch. I could feel my pulse racing, my stomach fluttering. My nipples hardened to little points against my palms.

  “Can you, Lola?” he growled.

  “It’s not like he’s my boyfriend or anything,” I muttered.

  “He’s not anything in this house ever again or I’ll cut his fucking head off.”

  I swallowed thinly, shivering.

  There was that dark streak — that something that lingered under his gorgeous, handsome face, and those rippling muscles that a man half his age would be jealous of. That something that made this more than a crush and lit something fierce inside of me. I’d been pushing my wicked thoughts away, trying to ignore how Xavier made me feel for too long.

  And that night was the breaking point.

  Getting busted by Xavier that night, I knew all my attempts to not think the way I thought were in vain. Because deep down, the only thing I ever wanted — the only man I ever wanted — was right in front of me, leaning over me with his fierce beautiful eyes blazing into mine. His hands dropped to either side of me, against the back of the couch as he loomed over me, like he was pinning me to it.