All Chapters of Taboo One Shots: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Billionaire Bill Ryder had always been the monster in Carry’s world. The billionaire who married her mother after her real father’s company nearly collapsed. Her mom was such a gold digger. Traitorous bitch. There was one condition for the marriage though. Bill's money graciously kept the lights on at Henderson Incorporated. His signature on quarterly infusions kept her father’s legacy breathing. Carry, a starving writer, had spent years despising him. His arrogance, his icy control, the way his eyes sometimes lingered on her a beat too long. And of course, the way she couldn't escape him, anymore than her dad could. Her father still paid for her lavish lifestyle AKA Bill paid for it, albeit indirectly."Just be grateful and smile. He doesn't ask for much," mother would always say. Part of Carry half suspected that her mom still loved her dad, and only left him to keep the family afloat. Money made people do fucked up things. Carry was no better, but at least she didn't fuck Bil

Mortified, she snapped her mouth shut and bit her lip. Nothing stopped the rolling waves of ecstasy. She couldn’t regain control. Limbs quaked wildly. But once again, he stilled. The atmosphere shifted as his lips came down on hers.She couldn’t stand him.His cock, on the other hand—“That’s a good kitten,” he said, easily prying her shaking legs wider, bursting the fragile bubble of intimacy his silence had created.She was furious at every drunk cell in her body. At the cock inside her making her feel impossibly good.He didn’t give a fuck about intimacy. She really had been living in a dream. He’d only stilled to gain control of her body. To spread her wider.“Such an eager little kitty. Does daddy’s kitten like his fat cock that much?” he taunted her, his hands bearing down on her inner thighs, flattening her to the mattress, legs forced as wide as humanly possible.She inhaled sharply. The orgasm faded fast as her

Wasn't claiming her fucking virginity enough? Now she had to be his trophy wife too? Fuck that noise. “I want half of everything. You took my virginity. You owe me. Divorce me," she said, knowing she was pushing her luck, but she was thinking of her father's dying company. Plus, this asshole just took her fucking virginity and she loved it. It would take some time for her pussy to heal, but her heart? That would need more time to detach from him and what happened between them. Bill laughed, the sound low, amused, dangerous. Fuck not being a walking midlife crisis. She was his now. In sickness and in health. He'd break the bitch. The way she broke him, long before he even touched her. “No, kitten. You don’t get half. You get all of me. And I get all of you. Forever," he said the words mockingly, but somewhere deep down inside both of them were shaken. Something treacherous unfurled inside her. She hated how much she wanted to believe it. Hated how her ruined body

Carry's shame still knew no bounds, but Bill had no such hang ups. His dirty talk flowed like the steam surrounding them. “Your pussy’s sucking on daddy's dick like you were born for this dick. Feel how deep I am inside you, rearranging your guts, kitten?" he purred against her cheek as he thrusted in deep. “I hate how you ruin me," she complained feebly for the umpteenth time, but this time she didn't bring up her mom. She'd let him fuck her too many times to still claim shame. Her fucked up cunt demanded she admit she loved it. "Don’t stop, please daddy, don't stop," she cooed instead, her hands bracing hard against the wall to take her fucking. Surprised by this turn of events, Bill came. There they stood, cuming together. Her walls fluttered violently around his persistent, pulsing cock. Even with his dick spewing cum inside her, Bill couldn't help himself. He had waited months to hear her beg that eagerly for more. Was she finally ready to give them a real chance?

His ragged whispers turned filthier in between grunts. "This ass jiggles so pretty when daddy pounds you," he'd rasp with satisfaction as he fucked her silly. She’d muffle moans against his palm, "Bill, God, I can’t… yes, fuck, yes!” Then Carry would climax in multiple violent shudders, each more severe than the last. "Mercy, please daddy. Begging," her hoarse voice would whimper. Bill would fuck on anyway, telling her, "Just a little more, kitten. Daddy needs it. Such a good whore, bringing daddy your pussy." Once he'd tormented her pussy to his heart's content, he would follow with guttural groans. Flooding her with pent up cum, he would drop in his chair and hold her close, both of them gasping for breath. Just before she could yell about hating him, he'd turn to her and kiss her softly, his forehead touching hers and say, “You’re daddy’s everything. Don’t ever forget it.” This ruined Carry worse than the fucking. Every time she spat out “I hate you,” it came out weak