Todos os capítulos de RULE NO 1: DONT TOUCH DADDY!: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

IVY Crystal-clear floors. High ceilings that mock every cramped apartment in Brooklyn. I shouldn’t even be here. Three years—no, four—since I last laid my eyes on that vampire, and Christian DeLuca hasn’t aged a single second. The same sharp jaw, the same cold, unreadable, sexy eyes. Yes. His eyes are sexy and forgive me if I noticed them too early. The monster is fine. Even though he stole my mother away and left me sitting across an ocean, almost forgotten. He didn’t want me at her funeral. “Not safe.” That was his excuse. A stupid story to keep me thousands of miles away while he buried my mother alone. And now, out of nowhere, he’s dragged me back to this God-damned place because I'm apparently not safe out there either. I left my friends. Left my life. For what? To stand in a hallway while a man who has never spoken a kind word to me stares at my chest like he’s trying to decide if I’m edible? Am I permitted to talk about that... that tent in his pants? God. I saw it. I’m

IVY. I had just dropped from the taxi, and trust me, I didn’t plan on staying out this late, but… Dani… that girl had a way of keeping someone. She took me everywhere I didn’t have the time to go in four years. It was like she wanted to make up for every distance today! And of course the outfit I was wearing was hers because almighty Dani decided my clothes were too boring for a club night. It’s eleven and I just entered the estate. From the gates, the securities couldn’t take their eyes off me. It was kind of shameful in a way, but then, it only means I’m that good, right? And now here I am standing in front of the door, with Christian in front of me, just as I want to open the door. My mouth opens to greet him. But I barely gather my good evening before— “Where the fuck do you think you are coming from?” His voice bites out in fury. I freeze mid-step, my heels clicking hard against the floor. The greetings I had arranged in my head retreat. “Out,” I say. Just one syllable.

IVYI wake up with my skin humming. The memory of him—Christian—standing in the dark, staring at me like a starved animal while his pants strained with that massive, angry bulge that screams “I will fuck you in every hole.”That man was so fine he left me wet and horny last night.Although I refused to succumb to the feeling of furiously rubbing my clit until I came to the memory of those dark, dangerous eyes looking on me.But then, I can’t help but wonder.What is his deal? Is he just a sex maniac who gets hard at random?Mom didn’t mention he was one.She always said he was so obsessed with her and her alone.But the man I saw yesterday didn’t look like a one-woman man. Or was it me?I smile.Fucking knew it.Because if he really was into her, as much as she said he was, then… I think it’s working.I’m smart enough to know people. Most men look at girls my age with that greasy, quiet desperation.But Christian? It felt different. Darker. Like he was fighting a war inside his own he

CHRISTAIN.I am still sitting at the breakfast table. My breath is coming in short, harsh pulls. The coffee in front of me is ice cold and totally forgotten. Get out. The words echo in my head. And I said them. I actually managed to look her in the eyes, push her away, and tell her to get out before I dragged her across this very table. The beast in my head whispers a different story. You had the opportunity when you grabbed her wrist. I can picture it so clearly it makes my teeth ache. I should have yanked her down, bent her over this smooth wood, ripped those ridiculous shorts apart, and taught her what it really means to act like a slut under my roof. I should have buried myself inside her until she forgot how to look at me with those mocking, fearless eyes. Fucking hell. I squeeze my eyes shut, a cold sweat breaking out across the back of my neck. Who is this girl? Who bred such a fearless thing with an unbridled tongue? And such a… such a slut-filled, daring a

IVY. I recognize him instantly. Christian’s right-hand man. His shadow. His best friend. He steps into the kitchen, looking effortlessly put-together. He’s good-looking—sharp jaw, dark hair, casual confidence radiating off him. But my brain immediately compares him to the man upstairs. Side by side… Christian’s dark, dangerous presence still eclipses everything else in the room. Wait. Did I just rank Christian over him? I mentally slap myself. Get a grip, girl. “Morning, Ivy,” Ace says, offering a lazy, friendly grin. “Ace,” I reply, smiling back. “Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too,” he says, nodding. Nancy looks between us, holding the tray. “I was just going to show her around the estate—” “Don’t worry, Nancy,” Ace interrupts smoothly, stepping closer. “I’ve got it. Save your legs.” I snort, looking at Nancy. “Sorry, Nancy. Save your shaky legs. I’ll go with Mr. Handsome.” Nancy throws her head back and laughs, waving a hand at us as Ace and I turn and h