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.

She didn’t look back as she climbed the stairs.

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” Arthur said, taking my hand. He looked worried. “Valentina is like that sometimes. She’s very private, very serious. She’ll get used to you soon, baby. I promise.”

I watched her disappear around the corner of the balcony. My heart was still thumping against my ribs like a drum. The boredom I had felt this morning was gone, replaced by something else.

“It’s okay, Arthur,” I whispered, with a slow, wicked smile spreading across my lips. “I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.” I paused. “How long did you say she was staying again?” I asked, turning back to him.

“Six or seven months. She needs to learn every part of the company before I retire.”

I nodded, my mind already racing. I was always worried about how I would spend my days in this museum of a house.

But now, looking at the empty space where Valentina had stood, I knew I had found something to keep me very, very busy.

Valentina De–Lore was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and she had just looked at me like I was nothing.

“I think I’m going to like having her here,” I told my husband.

Inside, I was already planning. I wanted to hear that deep voice say my name.

“She will get used to you.”

I wanted to see if those cold eyes could catch fire.

Arthur was old and weak, but his daughter… his daughter was exactly what I needed to make this boring life worth living.

“Yes,” I responded, sipping my wine as I watched the stairs. “She will get used to me very, very soon.”