1.Taboo

Never in a million years would I imagine I would be bent over, being fucked by my mother’s husband. But I would be crazy and a liar to say I’m not enjoying it.

This atrocity had kept me going for months. I daydream of my moments with him, with my body laid down before him, breathing and dripping from within my thighs.

I’m fully aware of how shameless that sounds. But I was not sorry.

Because we all have that one person we break all the rules for. The only difference was that mine was my mother’s soon-to-be husband and my soon-to-be daddy, a man drenched with so much power and wealth that every room he walked into recognized his presence and could make my knees weak with just one glance.

Aaron Carter.

Oil tycoon. Billionaire. CEO of fleets of corporations.

And the first man to teach my body things my mouth couldn’t ever repeat.

I used to touch myself by listening to his voice each time he would come over.

The deepness and rumble of his voice.

And that slow and drawn-out manner he said my name…

“Stephine…”

Like it was made perfectly for his lips. Like I was made perfectly for his lips.

And maybe I was.

I was eighteen the first time I touched myself while thinking of how he would touch me, while I allowed my body the release it needed. I was young, but I remember fully how it felt.

Locked in my room on my birthday, with the curtains down and the lights off, stripped down, my back arched, and my face buried in a pillow so no one could hear me moan.

I’d seen him in a towel that day. Only a glimpse in the hallway.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the way the water droplets moved down his skin while his chest rose.

The defined cut of his hips, and the trail of hair leading down to a place I wanted to see and feel more than anything. The way his eyes followed me… like he knew.

Like he knew what effect his body had on me and how wet it made me.

I covered my face with the pillow as I dipped two fingers inside me.

I came in seconds.

And then again.

And again.

Till my body became limp and drained of all energy.

I was addicted to him. My soon-to-be daddy.

A man twice my age. My mother’s fiancé. A ruthless CEO.

And I couldn’t care any less.

Every time he would visit, I watched him secretly.

In silence and in secret.

My legs always crossed. My panties never on.

Because even as an eighteen-year-old, I knew Aaron Carter’s effect on the female population.

He was the definition of forbidden fruit and completely off-limits.

A fruit with a dick the size of a rod and a voice with the power to make my pussy flutter.

But he wasn’t mine.

But I needed him to ruin me.

And I didn’t want it slow and gentle, but hard and rough, while I screamed as his monstrous dick ruined my insides, while my mother watched.

I wanted him to bend me over in every corner of this house and fuck me loud enough for the world to hear.

I wanted him to make me call him “Daddy” while he filled me so full that I walked around with his babies.

I wasn’t looking for his love.

I wanted his dick buried deep inside me.

I wanted to be used by him.

And now?

Finally.

I was nineteen.

Very legal. And fuckable.

And still in the same place where it all started.

Home.

Where every corner remembered my late-night moans and cries of pleasure.

Where the walls were the only thing blocking me from entering the place where he could ruin me.

Where his scent lingered, his sweat, and his cries of pleasure.

The door closed behind me with a sound that brought me back to earth.

Bang.

“Steph.”

Her voice cracked through the thoughts in my head.

And there she was my mother. Soon-to-be Mrs. Carter. The only woman lucky enough to have Aaron close to the altar.

Beautiful flowing dress. Blonde hair. A few wrinkles here and there, with the most beautiful gray eyes ever created.

She walked toward me barefoot, her boobs perky and bouncing like they wanted to escape her perfect sundress.

I marveled at how perfect and younger she had become.

She wasn’t wearing a bra.

Of course, she never did.

“My Lord, Mother, you look even more amazing than the last time I saw you.”

“Oh, please, my dear, do not spoil me with your words. You look wonderful. It’s safe to say college has been treating you quite well.”

I laughed a little with a hint of a blush, trying not to stare at my own mother!

She moved like some fairy, flipping her blonde, almost golden locks like they couldn’t get any more sun than they already did.

“My wedding will be happening in only a few weeks, so I’m super excited.”

“Yeah, I’m aware. Your wedding.”

Those words left my mouth with so much malice and jealousy that I feared she might have picked up on it.

She walked over to me, pulling my hands toward that corner of the house I never visited.

His room.

“I need to show you what your daddy bought me. All the clothes and jewelry in preparation for our upcoming wedding.”

She was truly excited, and I wanted to be happy for her. I tried, but I couldn’t.

“Honey, we’ll be right back. My boxes of jewelry are still in the car.”

I smiled while touching the wedding dresses lightly.

The bathroom door swung open.

Steam drifted into the room in lazy curls.

“I can’t find mine”

His words stopped.

So did mine.

“What the—?”

He went rigid.

“Why are you in my room?”

I sucked in a startled breath, my eyes widening.