Page 1 of Sugar Baby
ChapterOne
Sugar
Having your pussy eaten out in the back of the car by your hot bodyguard, Nico, is definitely the highlight to this day. I was meant to be shopping, but that wasn’t anywhere near as fun as this.
“Yes!” I cry out, gushing slick into his mouth when he makes me climax like a rockstar.
My body shudders with the orgasm rocketing through me. My blood heats up and races through my veins.
The alpha in Nico causes him to let out a low growl, with my name on his lips, “Sophia.” His masculine log-fire scent hits my nose, making the omega inside me want to purr, but that would send the wrong message entirely, even though we fit together well. He is a dominant alpha male, and I’m a submissive omega, but this is taboo. My father would kill us both if he knew Nico had defiled his precious omega princess. No, he is but a sweet treat for me to enjoy when the timing is right. Nothing more, so back-of-the-car sex is about as far as this goes.
“I should get you back,” he pants, coming up for air, and replacing my knickers that had been pushed to the side in his urgency.
“Yep,” I murmur and swing my long legs down, shuffling my tight white dress that Nico shoved up my hips, over my arse. I peer up at the inside of the Range Rover with blacked-out windows and cringe. There is a tiny heel mark from myManolo Bhlanikspiked heel where it dug into the material. “Oops,” I add and rub the spot vigorously to try and smooth it out.
Nico looks disappointed that he doesn't get any today, but we are out of time. It’s a shame. Riding his huge Italian cock while his strong arms are wrapped around me is hot and sexy andforbidden. I think the f-word just makes it even hotter and sexier. If anyone knew about us, it would take the excitement of being caught, out of it.
But no one crosses Aidan Quinn. Prime alpha of the enormous Quinn pack, he is the most powerful alpha in the country. I am his only daughter and the prized possession. An unmated omega who could potentially bring powerful alphas to my father, who are looking to mate with me and thus extend his own pack. He is wealthy, influential, and dangerous. I know he has dealings with the mafia, maybe he is even part of the mafia, but my knowledge is on the quiet. Everything I’ve learned, I’ve done by keeping my head down and by being the good girl. I play the part well, and while my life is full of glamour, parties, fashion, and holidays in Europe, it is a lonely life in a gilded cage. I’m never without Nico and two other bodyguards. More if I’m attending an event. My every move is watched closely, every person I speak to is background checked, and every breath is monitored. My food and drink are tested before I eat it, and my alcohol consumption is limited to two drinks at night and a watered-down wine during the day. My security team will not budge an inch. I’ve pleaded, bribed, begged, cried, screamed, but they are so scared of my father that nothing I say or do will ever change his orders. I should be off living my own life at twenty-six years old, but it’s forbidden. My life is with the pack, and when Daddy finds me a suitable alpha, well, suitable tohim, to mate with, that will be that. Even then, I doubt he will allow us to live outside of his compound in the middle of nowhere in the English countryside. I heave a sigh and sit back as Nico clambers out of the back seat, getting the wipes out to clean up so that nobody catches my scent on him. I give myself a spritz of expensive perfume and hope that it does the job.
Franco and Luca, Nico’s bodyguard buddies, return from their mysterious errand, which left Nico and me alone to begin with. No way was I passing up the opportunity to get my itch scratched. I know Daddy has asked them to drop something off as they left with a big black holdall and returned without it.
I don’t mention it. I act dumb and ditzy, pulling out my compact mirror to check my deep red lipstick and flick my long, raven hair out of my face as I pull my sunglasses down and peer into my green eyes. My father is Irish, and my mother is Italian. It is a vast understatement to say I got the best of both of their genes. I know I’m gorgeous, but it’s not everything. I would trade places with a plain omega with a happy life in a heartbeat.
My phone rings, and I pull it out of my oversized handbag with a grimace.
“Daddy,” I murmur when I answer.
“Sugar,” he barks, always calling me by his nickname for me. “Where are you? You should have been back by now.”
“We are on our way,” I say, knowing this is complete bullshit.
Franco and Luca have only just returned from doing his bidding, and if hereallywanted to know where I was, he would have called Nico or one of them. Not me.
No, this is a power trip. One he does every so often to remind me he’s watching. Don't get me wrong. I love him. But the life he has caged me inside, isn’t what I want. I have to find small escapes, like Nico, whenever and wherever I can.
“You didn’t buy anything?” he asks.
“No, I didn’t see anything I liked.” I curse myself as the car shoots off. My credit card is attached to his account and pings when I use it. I told him I wanted to go out today to shop for a new dress for the event I’m attending in two days. It makes purchasing anything outside of what I tell him damn near impossible.
Tears prick my eyes, but I push them aside. My life isn’tbad. I’m not mistreated. I’m not happy, but I’m not sad either. I have to think of a way to push back the cloak that smothers me every second of every day. Something for me, maybe even something that can give me my own money, some independence. There has to besomethingI can do. I just need to find it and then have the balls to see it through.
“See you soon, Daddy,” I murmur and hang up as we leave the bustling city and head towards the compound where I will remain behind massive, locked gates and twenty-foot high walls until the sanctioned-by-my-father fundraising event in a couple of days allows me some freedom from being Sophia ‘Sugar’ Quinn and I can just be me.
ChapterTwo
Cain
The scent of vanilla with a subtle undertone of caramel hits my nose. I look up to see her walking through the communal games room on the way to her private quarters. She is dressed in a tight white dress that shows off her curves and her bronzed shoulders, with the cascade of raven hair tumbling down her back. It sets my blood on a course straight to my dick. She is gorgeous but so entirely off limits; it’s not an option even in my wildest fantasies. Surrounded by three of the pack's biggest and baddest security, Aidan Quinn’s daughter is the pack princess. His only daughter and a prized omega possession.
Nico gives me a death stare as they pass. He is definitely in love with her. Those subtle little gazes he gives her when he thinks no one is watching. But I see them. I see everything around here. It’s part of my job as Enforcer of this super pack. We are one of the country's largest, and we all live on this compound in relative harmony.
I lay the cards on the table and lean back in my chair. “Full House,” I murmur, locking eyes with Sophia.
Those bright green pools of heaven skate over me before she moves on. Her face is blank. I have no idea if she finds me hot or abhorrent. I’m not bad to look at. Ten years her senior, I’m six foot, with black hair and blue eyes, a body I take care of and tats on my arms and back. I do all right with the women. Not that any of them compare to her. She is beyond hot. Scorching. Those legs that go for miles and a rack that my dick wants to slide in between and then into her waiting mouth that is open and ready to lick me.
I refrain from making a longing noise. Instead, I increase the intensity of my stare until she faces forward again, and then she is gone.
Nico has buzzed them through to the prime alpha’s residence where she resides, locked away in her proverbial tower until daddy lets her out again. I know why he does it. It’s to protect her. Quinn is the head of the London mafia, and there is no getting away from the fact that his daughter is a target. Sophia is kept separated from her three older brothers. They live out here with the rest of us commoners, not given the security of their sister because they don’t need it, but she is too precious to disregard. I often wonder if it’s a lonely life for her. She doesn’t appear to be happy. She isn’t allowed a relationship with a man, or probably a woman for that matter, if that’s what floats her boat. She has two friends, who have been thoroughly vetted, and even they aren’t allowed to come here in case they are followed. No, Sophia has to go out to meet them at pre-arranged events that Quinn approves well in advance.
