I'm the girl from St. Catherine's who never had a daddy. At Eighteen years living in a cold state home. Zero prospects. Zero family. Zero idea what a real man's hands felt like on bare skin.
I was wearing a scratchy wool dress that had belonged to three girls before me. My underwear was held together by safety pins and prayer.
Then he walked in.
Silver hair. Storm-gray eyes. Shoulders that made the room feel smaller just by existing.
He chose me. Just me. Out of forty-seven girls.
Now I sleep in lavender silk and wear his shirts to breakfast. He bathes me every night, his fingers finding places I'd only ever touched myself. He calls me Kitten. Calls himself Daddy. And every time I look at him, I get wetter than the bathwater.
But here's what they don't tell you about being chosen, about having a daddy
Daddies punish. Daddies have rules. And Daddies wait however long it takes until their little girls are ready.
How can something that feels this broken be so close to becoming whole?
Daddy's Rules is a steamy age-gap romance with explicit content, a devoted Daddy who means every word, and an ending that will leave you smiling through your tears.