TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS novel Chapter 38

STORY 6: MY HUSBAND’S DAUGHTER (GXG)

The room was silent, except for the sound of Arthur’s heavy, wet breathing. He was seventy–two, and every move he made seemed to require all the energy he had left. He was on top of me, his skin feeling like cold, compressed jelly against my thighs.

He groaned as he tried to push, but his dick was short and soft.

Fuck. It didn’t even go inside; it just rubbed clumsily against the surface of my opening.

It was a lazy, terrible fuck, something I had to endure every fucking time. There was no rhythm at all. Even the wetness he thought he felt was a result of me secretly adding lubricant just before he started.

All I perceived was the smell of an old man’s cologne and the sound of his joints popping.

“Oh… Arthur… yes…” I whispered, forcing a moan. I arched my back and bit my lip, putting on the performance of a lifetime. I needed him to think he was still a king. “It’s so good… baby… mmm–hmmm!”

I shook my hips a little, pretending to hit a peak only I could give myself. 1

Arthur let out a shaky sigh and collapsed against my chest, his weak load barely a smudge on my skin.

“You’re amazing, Queen,” he panted, kissing my neck with dry lips.

I smiled, a horrible flash of teeth into the darkness of our massive bedroom.

My name is Queen De–Lore, 24 years old. To the rest of the world, I am the ultimate gold digger.

Arthur De–Lore is the owner of a multi–million–dollar tech empire, and I am the woman three times younger than him who captured his heart–and his bank account. 1

I didn’t mind the labels. The diamonds on my nightstand made the boring, pathetic sex worth it.

Arthur rolled off me, gasping for air. “I almost forgot to tell you, baby. Valentina is coming home today.”

I froze, pausing for a second. “Valentina? Your daughter?”

“The one and only,” he said, smiling proudly. “She’s finished her business travels. She’ll be staying here for a while. Six or seven months, I hope. She needs to start taking over the company.” 1

I had never met Valentina. Arthur kept her hidden. The only photos I had seen were ten years old–a skinny girl with glasses and long, messy hair. Arthur said she preferred to live in the shadows, away from the cameras. She didn’t even have a social media account, which was weird.

Although she was said to be eight years older than I was, it still didn’t mean she was too old to hate the media.

“I can’t wait to meet her,” I said, even though I was already imagining a bratty, rich girl who would hate me for marrying her father.

A few hours later, I was in the room, sipping a glass of expensive wine and scrolling through A****n for my next shopping spree.

Suddenly, a maid stepped into the room.

“Madam? Master De–Lore requests your presence in the grand foyer. Miss Valentina has arrived.”

I stood up, smoothed out my dress, and checked my reflection. I looked perfect. Not a hair out of place.

I walked down the staircase, ready to play the role of the welcoming stepmother to a girl older than me.

As I reached the final landing, my eyes caught someone standing by the fireplace. My heart stopped. My breath caught in my throat, and I almost tripped over my own feet.

It wasn’t a girl. At least, not like any girl I had ever seen.

She was tall–fucking intimidatingly tall.

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