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  Taboo Love

  The Complete Series

  Anita Lawless

  Copyright © 2014 Anita Lawless

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  This ebook includes:

  Taboo Love Part 1: Boy Toy

  Taboo Love Part 2: Seduced

  Taboo Love Part 3: My Valentine

  Taboo Love Part 4: Dirty Deeds

  Taboo Love Part 5: Torn

  Taboo Love Part 6: Owned

  Taboo Love Part 7: Reunited

  Taboo Love Bonus Story: Christmas Promise

  Bonus Story: Betting On Sex

  Bonus Excerpts

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  About the Author

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  Taboo Love Part 1

  Boy Toy

  “It’s mask night,” Addy said, as she ran a comb through my curls a final time. “No one’s going to know who you are.”

  “Still.” I wrinkled my nose at my reflection in her bedroom mirror. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”

  “It’ll be good for you, Mary.” She leaned over my shoulder to inspect her short bob. “You need to have more adventures.”

  She handed me a blue and gold half mask covered in feathers and sparkles. I took one last look at myself. Admittedly, my best friend had transformed me. She’d talked me into getting contacts, then the cosmetologist in her kicked into high gear. She added bangs and curls to my shoulder-length, strawberry-blonde hair. Then applied a thin layer of makeup to what I thought of as a plain face.

  “You look hot. Come on,” she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the front door.

  “I wouldn’t go that far. But I do look nice. Thanks. You’re a good friend.” I smiled.

  She smiled back and rolled her eyes at me. “You can’t take a compliment, can you? I’m surprised you just said you look nice.” Handing me my coat, she giggled. “You’re making progress.”

  She’d been my best friend since Grade 9. A fellow horror geek who also loved hard rock and Shakespeare. We were a perfect combination, and we got each other through the awkward stage, as well as those high school years we so hated.

  Now, Addy Gerard wanted to take me to a sex club for my twenty-third birthday. Reluctantly, I’d agreed. But while a part of me was terrified to the point of panic attack, another part of me was thrilled by the forbidden delight she’d persuaded me to try.

  ***

  “Oh dear god.” I gulped and clenched my knees. “He’s coming this way.”

  Addy leaned over and whispered, “You did nix the panties, right?”

  “What?” I looked at her, and my heart beat faster when I saw her wicked grin. What was about to happen, possibly happen, hit me. My throat became unbearably dry.

  She tsked at me. “Don’t tell me you’re still wearing them?”

  “It’s cold out,” I stammered.

  “Yes.” She sighed. “And a thong will really protect you from the chill.”

  I waited too long to form a reply. He stood in front of me. Or, rather, swayed his semi-erect, thick cock in front of me. Like the rest of the club’s occupants, this dancer wore a half mask. His depicted a shiny gold devil with curled horns.

  “No worries,” Addy leaned over and whispered in my ear. “They go all the way in this place. He’ll just rip ’em off.”

  My eyes widened, and I looked from the tall, naked male before me to my best friend. “Excuse me?” I swallowed hard.

  Her grin only grew. “Hey, I told you this was a sex club.” She gave my cheek a pinch. “Don’t worry. All legal, all clean, all protected. Just like I said.”

  The she did something that made me want to kill and kiss her. She pulled the dancer to his knees and told him, “Look my friend’s a little uptight, but she is enthusiastic. Trust me.” She winked at this, and I felt the heat in my face go from warm to scorching. “I know you boys usually ditch the uptight ones, but give her a chance, ‘kay?”

  I glared at her for the ‘uptight’ remark, but I couldn’t avoid the long, massive cock the dancer once again dangled in my face.

  “It won’t bite you, sweetie,” he said, and I recognized the voice, but the loud music and my raw nerves made it impossible to place.

  A voice inside me spoke up: ‘Okay, Mary, enough with the prude routine. You’ve sucked a cock before. Get on with it.’

  Taking a deep breath, I wrapped a hand around his now fully erect dick. Or, at least, I tried to. Despite my height of five foot nine, my hands were small, and my fingers strained to close around him.

  He must’ve been six foot four, and he was well muscled. His oiled body shone under the colored lights as he swayed his hips toward me. I gripped tight and slid my hand up and down, up and down. Then I flicked my tongue over the plump, purple head.

  “Now she’s loosening up.” Addy cheered me on.

  The dancer buried long, large fingers in my hair as I took most of his cock in my mouth. I swept my tongue back and forth over his stiff shaft, then I slid my lips back to the head. There, I laved my tongue beneath the fat ridge.

  “Not so uptight now,” the dancer said, and gave a little groan as his hips bucked forward. A bit of pre-cum spurted across my lips, and I licked the remainder from his hole.

  I upped my tempo and sucked hard as I swallowed most of him again. The screams and applause from the other women mounted around me. My heart thudded and my body felt electrified. My pussy was soon wet and tingling. Gone were the last traces of fear and anxiety.

  Smiling, the dancer dropped to his knees and yanked my legs around his shoulders. My ass skidded across the leather couch and I gasped. His large, strong hands slid my short skirt up past my hips. He positioned his head between my legs and his tongue slithered out. The tip teased my clit through the red wisp of thong I wore. Fire spread through my throbbing clitoris, and I arched up to meet his mouth as he wrapped it around my pussy.

  His tongue ground the fabric of my panties into my swollen clit. It created mind blowing friction. Soon, he slipped the string away from my dripping pussy and slid two fingers in. The applause and cheers grew even louder around me, and I absorbed the sound as well as the sensation.

  Addy pulled
the top of my strapless dress down and bathed one of my large breasts with her tongue. The dancer upped his finger fucking tempo, and I moaned out as I arched my hips up. A woman on my left teased my other tit and pinched the nipple.

  I reached down and buried my hands in the dancer’s hair, thrusting my hips faster to meet the frantic licks of his skilled tongue, the sucking of his enthusiastic mouth. My thumbs caught in the curled horns of his mask, but I barely noticed.

  That is, until I inadvertently pulled the mask from his face.

  The pleasure igniting my every cell with desire was doused. Well, not entirely, but it was dampened by the shock. Or confused. I’m not sure.

  There, staring up at me, tongue now frozen in mid-lick, was my step-brother, Shamus Quinn.

  The women still cheered around us, failing to notice we were now locked in an awkward embrace. Addy went silent beside me.

  “Sonofabitch,” he whispered from between my legs. “Mary? You look so…different… Where are your glasses?”

  The blood pounded in my ears. I took my legs from his shoulders and scooched back up on the leather couch. Awkwardly, I slid my dress back down, then yanked the top up.

  “I’ll meet you in the car,” I squeaked out to Addy, as I pushed my step-brother away and fled the club on shaky legs.

  ***

  “You set this up!” I pointed a finger at a sheepish Addy, and then at my step brother. “You knew he worked at that club. How could you not?”

  My blue-and-black haired best friend held her hands up. Her eyes widened. “I swear Mary, I had no idea.” Then she turned to Shamus. “When did you start there?”

  “Tonight was my first night,” he told her.

  Addy’s well manicured eyebrows went up. “Oh, really?” She turned to me. “See. Makes perfect sense. Your bro’s a newb. That’s why I’d never seen him there before.”

  I crossed my arms over my breasts and bit the inside of my cheek. “Riiight. How long did it take you both to plan this? I’ll give you credit. Well done. I sure didn’t suspect a thing.”

  Shamus shook his head and ran a big hand through his short, spiky hair. His ice-blue eyes narrowed in obvious anger as he glared at me. “Get it through your thick skull. We did not plan this. And what’s so bad about what happened anyway? We aren’t related, Mary. Not by blood.”

  I stared at him, felt my face flush. My tongue tied in a knot, and my stupid mouth refused to form words.

  “I kind of have to agree with him,” Addy said, as she bit her bottom lip. “I mean, let’s face it. Shamus is hot—”

  At this, my step-brother grinned and flushed a shade of red that, I’m sure, matched my own. I rolled my eyes in his direction, and considered choking the life out of my best friend.

  “—and, like Shamus said, it’s not as if you’re real brother and sister.”

  “You know, Addy,” I said. “You’re making yourself look awfully guilty.”

  She screwed up her cute, heart-shaped face, then gave my step-brother an apologetic glance. “I think I’m gonna go.” She patted his broad shoulder as she turned for the door. “Good luck.”

  Truth be told, my best friend was right. Secretly, I saw Shamus as the gorgeous gentle giant who always had my back. He had chiseled cheekbones and intense eyes. A full mouth that stretched into a dazzling smile many women had fallen for. Truth was, I’d loved him for more years than I could remember, but I was far too stubborn to admit that—even to myself.

  He stared at me now, hands on his slender hips. His handsome face was drawn down in a deep frown. I knew he was waiting for me to unload on him. I also knew I was more angry with myself for enjoying what had happened tonight than I was at him for doing it. Confusion and renewed horniness made my head buzz.

  “Come on. Hit me with it.” He sighed, then shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his cargo pants. “I know you’re gonna. You wouldn’t be Mary if you didn’t.”

  I sat on the couch. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He’d followed me and Addy back to my apartment to apologize, but I would have none of it, at first.

  “It means that, for a librarian, you’ve got a wicked temper.” He sat beside me and rested his elbows on his knees. “I know. I shared a house with you for ten years.”

  I punched him lightly in the shoulder. “Hello pot. Meet kettle.”

  He threw his head back and laughed at this. “Touche.”

  The silence that drifted in between us was uncomfortable. At least it was for me. The awkwardness only grew when Shamus sat back, rested an ankle on a knee, and stared intently at me before whispering, “Was it that bad? What happened?”

  My throat closed off, and I took a deep breath to calm myself. I wanted to say, “Yes. No. I don’t know,” but my tongue stuck to the bottom of my mouth.

  He sat up and leaned close. “That’s your answer? Silence?”

  His nose hovered an inch from mine. My heart started to thud again, and I struggled to keep breathing calmly. “I…I just don’t know…” finally came out.

  He continued to stare into my eyes, and he slowly slid a hand over my upper thigh. “You seemed to enjoy it.”

  “Our parents…” I whispered, as his lips lightly brushed across mine.

  “You over-think things too much,” he said, running a hand up my neck and burying his fingers in my hair. “Let go for once—for tonight.”

  He caressed the back of my head as his tongue flicked out to part my lips. I opened my mouth eagerly, and my tongue slithered up against his as we kissed. His big hands wrapped around my tits and squeezed, as he pushed me down on the couch. I dug my short fingernails into his wide shoulders and let the kiss deepened.

  Our tongues fucked furiously as he yanked my dress down the length of my body. I moaned when his big fingers slipped beneath my panties and parted my pussy lips. He teased my hole with two fingers, then rubbed my clit hard and fast with their wet tips. I moved one hand to cradle the back of his neck and pulled him closer, while I slid the other down his massive chest, over his tight stomach. At some point, he’d lost his shirt, but I couldn’t say when, thanks to my fog of lust. I fumbled, my fingers frantic, as I undid his belt and pants. I wasted no time slipping my hand beneath his briefs to grip his bulging, rock hard cock.

  “You’re really not going to yell at me?” he whispered in my ear, before thrusting his tongue deep in the shell. He slipped two fingers in my soaking wet cunt, now grinding his thumb hard into my clit.

  “Shut up,” I gasped against his cheek. “I’m letting go…okay?” The wet friction sent an explosion of bliss from my clit through my pussy. My cunt shivered and throbbed as the pleasure built.

  I gripped his cock tight in response, stroking my hand up and down faster and faster. I’d let up on my grip just enough, then tighten it once more. I swirled the tip of a finger in the pre-cum spurting from his prick’s meaty head, then I massaged beneath the ridge with my cum-slick touch.

  He kicked his pants the rest of the way off and his underwear soon followed. “Excuse me, Miss, but what’ve you done with Mary?” His chuckle was low with lust as he repositioned himself and me on the couch. With a quick yank, he ripped my flimsy thong off my hips. The raw desire in his action made my cunt pulse with want.

  “Like I said: shut up. And fuck me.” Eyeing the massive erection that slapped just below his navel, I spread my legs wide without hesitation.

  “That doesn’t sound like my little sister.” He flashed that disarming smile that made many swoon.

  I hooked my knees over his shoulders. “I’m not your sister, technically speaking.”

  He thrust slow and deep at first, and I groaned as my cunt walls molded to his cock.

  “Finally,” he said, “she realizes this.”

  I dug my fingers into his ass and urged him to go faster, deeper. Damn, how I wanted him to pound my pussy. Without further words, he complied, and his thrusts grew rapid and full of force. He plunged his penis in until his balls slapped against my ass. My ankles we
re soon pinned close to my ears, as he rammed me faster and faster.

  “Ohhhh….jeeesusss…” I cried out, enjoying the fierce pounding my g-spot took.

  He braced himself on both hands and dipped his head to kiss me. Our tongues entwined as I bucked my hips up to meet his frantic thrusts. I let myself melt into his strong, sweat-damp body while our mouths hungrily met. His fucking slowed then, and, in frustration, I dug my short fingernails into his ass.

  “Are you trying to tell me something?” he panted.

  He was hitting my g-spot in just the right place. “Harder again,” I moaned.

  “It doesn’t…hurt?” he grunted. “You’re so incredibly tight.”

  “No…it doesn’t…hurt,” I managed, taking my one hand from his ass to play with my pulsing clit. “God, that feels soooo good. Please, fuck me hard.”

  Instead, the bastard went slower still. He pulled his wet cock from my pussy, moved my fingers from my clit, then teased the swollen flesh by grinding his meaty head against it.

  “You’re sure that’s what you want?” His eyes sparkled with obvious lust as he grinned down at me.

  “You’re a sonofabitch,” I groaned in further frustration, digging my fingers into his ass once more. “Don’t tease me.” Then I tried to shove his cock back into my dripping cunt. “Just fuck me as hard as you can.”

  “You’re sounding less and less like a librarian,” he said, as he slid my legs farther up his shoulders and buried all of his thick, long penis into my pussy once more.

  I wanted to tell him he had a narrow view of librarians, but I was too busy hanging onto his strong, firm ass as he rammed my cunt frantically. My knees brushed my ears, and his massive, sculpted chest was pushed close to my face. Sublime pressure built in my cunt, making it pulse. Each time his hard cock head pounded into my g-spot, the pressure climbed a notch closer to orgasm. Soon, his balls slapped loudly against my ass from the force of our fucking. I could feel my pussy juices trickling down my anus, and I curled forward, burying my face in his sweat slickened pecs as I came hard. I could feel my juices shoot out of me, and my pussy quivered hard from the intense release. Instant warmth and relaxation from the explosive orgasm flooded me. He thrust one last time, deep as he could, and then groaned as he came inside me. We panted against one another as our bodies remained tightly entwined.