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  Angel

  A Taboo Romance

  Skye Darrel

  Contents

  Angel

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Guardian My Love

  Chapter 1

  Also by Skye Darrel

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Previously published as Innocent.

  Copyright © 2019 by Skye Darrel

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  Angel

  A Taboo Romance

  Lily has been sheltered all her life and lives alone in an empty house after her grandmother dies. When trouble comes knocking, she calls on the only man she trusts to save her.

  Dalton has been friends with her family for years. He knows she’s off-limits, but he doesn’t care. He’ll do everything in his power to protect what’s his and win her for himself.

  Warning: This book contains over the top instalove and one dominant alpha claiming a virgin. It’s very taboo. Quick and dirty with a sweet HEA.

  Chapter One

  Lily

  He’s coming to save me, the prince I’ve been waiting for. Maybe not prince—since he’s so much older. King, then. My king. Except I don’t live in a fairy tale. I smile at my reflection in the dusty mirror, and I can’t hide the sadness staring back.

  “Grow up, you silly girl.”

  I shake my head. Grandma used to say talking to yourself is never a good sign.

  I’m all alone in this big house under the shadow of the mountains, where I’ve lived all my life, and it’s always felt like home. Now it’s empty. The only thing that keeps me company is my mother’s cat, Lady. She snarls from the dresser as I brush my hair. Maybe Lady knows what I’m thinking.

  “Behave,” I say, trying to pet her. She scoots away from me.

  Dalton Cormac is coming today, my father’s old friend who used to visit all the time when I was younger, but I haven’t seen him since I was fifteen. Never stopped thinking about him though.

  My parents always told me that if I ever ran into trouble, I could count on Dalton Cormac.

  He lives in D.C., only a few hours away, and he’s driving down today to take charge of me.

  I called him last month after Grandma’s funeral and told him I needed his help. He didn’t ask me what or why. He knew with Grandma gone, I was all alone. A few days later, he called back and said he would take care of everything. He’d visit soon. Dalton would have himself appointed as my guardian.

  “Don’t run off, Lily. Don’t do anything. Stay right there. I’m coming for you.”

  “I won’t,” I said, the sound of his voice waking all the feelings I’d pushed away.

  Not like there’s anywhere I can run off to. If I were older, if I were more experienced, I might’ve packed my bags and left this small town behind, but I’ve always been a sheltered girl. I wouldn’t know the first thing about moving to the city or anywhere else.

  I check my hair one last time in the mirror and put on a little makeup.

  Since I’m eighteen, he needs me to sign some documents to show a judge I agree to be his ward. He’ll be bringing the papers today and I can’t help being excited.

  I saw a picture of him on this company’s website calling him a CEO of something, and president of some other thing. He has many titles, and all the other pictures next to his belonged to old men. Dalton is not yet forty. Once again, he stood out in my eyes. He always has. He’s still so handsome, like I remember, and just thinking about him has heat rising in my belly.

  Daddy Dalton—the words tumble off my tongue as I smooth down my white dress in the mirror.

  Lady sticks up her ears and bares her fangs. She scampers off when I try to hold her.

  Fine, be that way.

  Walking downstairs, I pull my long hair back in a ponytail as my thoughts drift again to his handsome features, and my face is burning by the time I reach the bottom step. I feel my panties sticking to me, my mind a jumble of desire and doubts.

  I wish I knew how men think. Between homeschooling and an all-girls private school Mom put me in, I haven’t picked up much on love outside of books and movies.

  Or sex.

  Sex—that’s what I’m thinking.

  One thing’s for sure—I want him. Or at least I want him to want me. Is that so bad? I don’t want to be alone anymore.

  Mom would throw a fit if she knew what I’m up to, but she’s gone too.

  I peer through the window. A huge SUV rolls up the gravel road, past the mailboxes, and stops right in front of the house. The man who steps out is a chiseled wall, and even from this far, I can tell he’s all muscle and gorgeous.

  Every girl’s dream.

  He strides closer as my heart skips faster, and I open the door and step out onto the porch. Dalton takes one look at me and scowls likes he wants to puke.

  Chapter Two

  Dalton

  I could smash something.

  I’m furious—not at Lily—but at what’s between my legs. The moment I laid eyes on her, my cock started to stir. I’d tell myself my intentions are pure, but I was never good at bullshitting.

  She’s the daughter of my best friend Joseph, may he rest in peace. And with her grandmother gone, I’m all she’s got in this world.

  Joseph and I met in college, and he became the brother I never had. We did ROTC together and joined the Army as officers. One year later, we qualified for Special Forces. Then he got married and I didn’t. Why put someone’s heart on my finger when a bad day at work meant a flag-draped coffin?

  Joseph used to tell me I’ll find my true love someday, that it’s fate. I told him he’s been spending too much time with his wife.

  We swore an oath in the Army—if one of us didn’t make it, the other would take care of his family, but we both made it. We got out and started our real lives.

  Fate was kind, or so I thought.

  Two months ago, Joseph and his wife boarded a plane for Hawaii that caught fire at 34,000 feet over the Pacific. It blew apart with no survivors, and wreckage is still washing up. Some freak accident with the engine, the kind of shit that happens to one in a million.

  What kind of fate is that?

  He left behind Lily, who was being looked after by her grandmother until the woman died from food poisoning. All within two months. The plane, I could believe, but the grandmother? In two months, Joseph’s daughter was all alone. Lily—I used to hold her in my arms when Joseph invited me over. I’ve known her all her life. A sweet, innocent girl. She doesn’t deserve this.

  Fuck fate.

  I’m her protector now, and she’ll have everything she could ever want so long as I’m breathing. I’m here to protect her. I’m not here to get my dick wet.

  No.

  I look over her shoulder at the run-down house overgrown with weeds before I flick my eyes back to Lily, and I see red creeping up her cheeks.

  “You okay?” I ask.

  She locks her small body around me in a tight hug, and I feel her soft breasts pushing on my stomach. My cock jerks up before I can say a word.

  I don’t have the heart to push her back, so I pry her hands off my shoulders and look her in the eye, my erection refusing to quiet. I’m not a small man anywhere, and I know she ca
n feel my arousal. What the fuck is wrong with me?

  “You can’t touch me like that, Lily.”

  “Why?” she slides her tongue out just enough to wet her upper lip.

  This time I force myself to hold her back, and everything inside me aches. “You’re a grown woman, you can’t be hugging strange men like that.”

  She tilts her head slightly. “You’re not a stranger, Uncle Dalton. I just wanted to feel you, I haven’t hugged anyone since Grandma’s funeral. They all abandoned me.”

  I rub my eyes so I don’t have to see her, so my cock will stop throbbing, but her sweet scent fills me, and my gaze drifts along the hem of her skirt that ends right above her knees. “Who abandoned you?”

  “My friends, everyone in town. It’s like they’re avoiding me. Well—everyone except Elijah.”

  Elijah—a man. A man who’s been visiting her. “Who the hell is Elijah?”

  “The mayor,” she says, startled at my tone. “He knew my mom. Elijah sees to my needs.”

  “Needs?” I’m holding her shoulders, and my hands are trembling. I practically shouted my last question. I can barely control myself, anger choking my throat at the thought of another man touching what I’m touching, feeling what I’m feeling.

  She’s mine.

  “What needs, Lily?” My voice turns to a growl. “He’s not helping you mow the goddamn lawn that’s for sure.”

  “He checks up on me, that’s all,” she whispers. “Sometimes he’ll bring groceries or clean the house.”

  I grit my teeth, my heart pounding.

  Lily pouts again, the hem of her dress chased up by a breeze, and she doesn’t try to hold it down. I see all the way to the front of her white panties before I grab her hand and pull her toward the house.

  “You need to cover up,” I tell her.

  “It’s a summer dress,” she says, making no effort to tear her hand away. “And it’s summer. What’s wrong with it?”

  I throw her a glare as we climb the porch. How can she not know how beautiful she looks? How tempting she appears to a rough man like me. “It’s too goddamn short, little girl. I could see everything.”

  “Is that why you’re hard?”

  My blood boils with my hand on the doorknob. I turn around, and she takes one step back.

  “What did you say?”

  “You have an erection. I felt it.” She pouts. “Are you gonna say I felt your car keys or something? You’re holding them.”

  My cock pushes against the inside of my briefs, and when her eyes flick down to the bulge in my pants, I swing my hips forward, a reflex jerk, and by the time I realize I just thrust my erect dick at the girl who’s supposed to be my ward, innocent and eighteen, the one person in this world I must protect with all my power, it’s too late. Her skin flushes scarlet, and her hand goes to her mouth.

  Lily should be running away, but she only stands there as her hand slowly falls from her open lips, cherry red, and she crosses her feet and waits for me to say something.

  Of course she’s not running away. Where would she run to? I should be protecting her, not lusting after her like a fucking animal.

  She tilts her head again, long hair swaying in a breeze that blows loose strands over those bright eyes I could drink from. “I’m here to take care of you, Lily. I’m here to protect you. And . . .”

  “And what?” The strap of her dress slips off one shoulder before she slides it back up. She chews her lip.

  Forgive me.

  I snatch her hand and kiss it, all over her fingers and up her wrist to the shoulder. I grab her by the waist and hold her against the door. She only reaches my chest, and I have to look down so we’re eye to eye. My hand slides up her thigh as she whimpers, and when I touch the warmth there, the wetness in her panties, I give in and growl. “And this. I’m here for this. Has anyone ever touched you before?”

  “N-No.”

  “Stop calling me uncle.” She’s called me that since she was in middle school, and the reminder makes it worse. Back then, I saw her as this angel, a pure scrawny teenager. When did she turn into a woman? It makes what I’m about to do even more wrong, but I can’t stop myself. “I’m your guardian now, Lily. Understand? I’m practically your father for chrissakes.”

  “Dalton,” she whispers, and her tone is anything but pure.

  Her sweet voice makes my cock throb harder, and I pull the door open and lift her into my arms and carry her to the big sofa in the living room. I want to toss her down and rip her dress off, but I would never hurt her. No matter how hard my cock gets, no matter how much cum’s smearing the inside of my briefs, I can control myself that much.

  I set her down gently and lean over her, and I pull out my cock, wrap my fist around it, and stroke furiously.

  Chapter Three

  Lily

  His scent makes me dizzy and warm, and I bring my knees together to see what he will do.

  “No,” Dalton says, prying them apart. He wedges between my legs, his fisted hand moving up and down over his massive, veined cock.

  My pussy clenches. I’ve never been with a boy before and it’s the first time I’ve seen a penis. Never mind the rest of him—the man of him. Powerful, thick and strong, his flexed forearms laced with tattoos, the hot aroma of his body swirling with a crisp fragrance, his cologne I think. My chest flutters at the way he grunts in agony like he’s powerless to stop himself.

  My breaths come faster and faster as I look up, frowning because I don’t know what else to do. I want to touch him, to feel that male thing so close to my body.

  “Pull up your skirt,” he growls. “Show me.”

  I hitch my dress higher, my face burning as he bends lower to hold his cock an inch from my most intimate place. A droplet of clear liquid falls from his tip in a sticky strand to land on my panties, and I whimper.

  Dalton sees my eyes wandering over his chest. Snarling, he tears open his shirt and tosses it on the floor, showing me everything I imagined him to be. Thick muscles sheath his chest in slabs, and his abs flex into ridges that make me gasp. My eyes follow the V in his narrow hips that point like an arrow to his hard cock aimed at my pussy.

  He growls and pushes aside the front of my panties to reveal my wet folds, and a gurgled groan leaves his throat. Stroking himself with one hand, he runs a thumb up my slit to the peak of my swollen clit. He parts my sticky lips with two fingers, then curls one finger in gently.

  A jolt shoots up my belly. “Oh.”

  “You’re mine, Lily.” He leans into my ear. “All mine. Have you had an orgasm before?”

  “N-No.”

  “Do you play with your little pussy?”

  I gasp at his dirty words and shake my head quickly. “Mom said proper ladies shouldn’t do that.”

  Dalton flinches, and I know I’ve said the wrong thing.

  “Fuck,” he mutters, and his hard cock droops a bit as he draws back and stares at a spot over my head, shutting his eyes. “Your parents would kill me. Jesus, what the fuck am I doing?”

  He mumbles under his breath until I touch his cock. I need him to know how much I want him, how he makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.

  “You can play with me if you want.”

  “No,” he grunts, and even as his cock hardens like iron, he pulls away and touches my chin. “No, Lily. I can’t. This is wrong—we can’t do this. I made a promise to your father—”

  “They’re gone!” I shout. “That’s why you’re here isn’t it? I’ve been waiting for you. Y-You’re supposed to save me.”

  “Do you think I’ll let anything happen to you? Do you think I’ll abandon you, Lily? Never.”

  Tears well up in my eyes. “I don’t believe you.”

  He bends over and holds my forehead to his. “Do you think I don’t want to put my cock in you? You’re one fucking word away from losing something you can’t ever get back. I’m protecting you from everything, even me.”

  I run my hands over the contours of his a
bs down to the pulsing heat of his hard cock. “Please, Daddy. I need you.”

  “Don’t call me that.”

  “But I want to.” I run my hand around his erection, and the muscles in his middle tighten. He grabs my wrist and yanks my hand away. Sitting on the sofa, he pulls me over his lap, flipping my skirt up to slap my bottom. I squeal and rub against his cock as his strong hand whips back and forth over my rear, stinging my skin in sheets of fire.

  Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

  His cock feels like burning steel.

  “Are you going to behave?” he demands. “Are you going to stop teasing me?”

  “No!”

  He yanks up the back of my panties, splitting my buttocks and baring them to his palm, and he spanks me again, skin on skin, jiggling my cheeks as his erection juts into my ribs. I moan and ball my fists as his hand slackens more with each slap.

  “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he says.

  “And you like spanking me,” I breathe.

  Dalton lets out a roar and lifts me into his arms while I beat my fists on his chest. He kicks off his pants and carries me upstairs to my room. He knows the house as well as I do. The last time he visited, it was Christmas three years ago, and I can still remember how he gave me the gentlest kiss on my chin when I caught him under the mistletoe.

  Nothing is gentle about him now.

  He lays me on the bed and pries my legs apart as he gives me my first real kiss. Panting over me, he pulls down the top of my dress and swirls his tongue over my nipples, squeezing my breasts as his cock slides up between my trembling thighs.