Taboo Love The Complete Series

by Anita Lawless

  “Don’t be mad, Mom. Look, he bet that he could change your mind about younger guys. He just needed an in, and…well…I told him maybe you’d be willing to work out something to pay the rent…”

  “So you helped your second cousin blackmail me. Nice going, kiddo.”

  “Mom, no! It wasn’t like that. I promise. He really likes you, but he just needed an in.”

  “I’m so angry at you right now, Mila West, if you were a little girl I’d ground you for a year.”

  “I’m sorry.” Mila’s voice sounded shaky with tears.

  Carlie softened her tone. “You’re forgiven, but if you ever help that scheming bastard again—”

  “I won’t, Mom. I promise.”

  “Good.” Carlie sighed. “Now, on to better news. It looks like your mother might be employed again very soon. Wish me luck.”

  ***

  With a smug smile and a triumphant walk, Carlie headed over to the second half of the duplex. She’d aced the interview and landed the job. No longer would she have to endure Josh’s coercion. Although, if she were honest with herself, it hadn’t been a bad experience at all. For such a young guy, he was an experienced lover who enjoyed pleasing a woman. A part of her, a part she wouldn’t readily admit to, would be sad to see their arrangement end. However, she wouldn’t admit this to that smarmy bastard either.

  He came to the door in a towel, wet hair slicked back. Her heart did a small flip flop and the heat of lust ignited low in her belly. Still she swallowed hard and ignored her physical reaction to the man.

  He gave that devastatingly handsome smile. “Hey, Carlie. Nice to see you.”

  She refused to return his smile. Instead she cut to the chase. “I just dropped over to tell you our little arrangement is over. I just got a new job as head manager at another call center. And since I’m already paid up for two months, there’ll be no problem getting you the rent, in cash, next time.” Scowling now, she moved closer and gave him a smart slap across his wet pecs. “Oh, and I know about your deal with my kid, too. Pretty sad you had to blackmail me to get in my pants.”

  He winced and looked hurt. “Damn, you found out.” Glancing down at his bare feet, he ran a hand through his damp hair. “I’m sorry, Carlie. I was such a douche to do this to you. I thought, maybe, once we’d been together, you’d enjoy the experience. Guess I read your signals wrong. And I shouldn’t have put Mila in such a shitty situation either. I can’t apologize enough.”

  Oh, he was good, she thought as she glared at him. Going for the sympathy card, trying to convince her this apology was sincere. Still, she couldn’t deny she had enjoyed their brief sexual liaison. “It’s not the sex I’m pissed about, Josh.” She shook a finger in his face. “It’s the fact you used my situation against me. I was right all along. Younger men are just immature assholes.” And, with that, she stalked off, back to her half of the duplex.

  ***

  Her first week at the new job went excellent, and she hadn’t seen Josh since their angry altercation, which made things all the better. At least, she tried to convince herself it did. She tried not to think of the hot sex they’d shared, tried to tell herself she didn’t miss it whatsoever.

  Carlie headed outside to her car and stopped as she stepped off the stoop. Parked just behind her Volkswagen Beetle was a black, stretch limousine. Resting against its front bumper was Josh, dressed in a plum silk shirt and charcoal dress jacket, along with matching pants.

  “I know you don’t want to talk to me,” he said, walking away from the car and toward her. “But would you consider dinner? I’d like to make my crappy behavior up to you.”

  She agreed to the dinner date and went inside to change. It took her less than twenty minutes to slip into a satiny, red dress that clung to her curves. She fixed up her makeup then joined him back outside, letting him take her hand and hold the door of the limo open while she slid inside.

  “I promise I won’t try to coerce you into sex,” he said, as he handed her a flute glass filled with champagne.

  “Thanks.” She took the glass, impressed by the way he’d gone all out for her. “All this must have cost you a bit.”

  He screwed up his face, looking uncomfortable and embarrassed. “Can I make another confession?”

  The rim of the glass hovered at her lips. She set it down on a small table set into the backseat / open bar. “Go for it.”

  “I’m what you might call independently wealthy.” He fiddled with the hem of his jacket, looked away from her. “I don’t tell a lot of people, because they treat me differently once they find out. You’d be amazed how many ‘friends’ you have once they know you’re rolling in dough.”

  She felt anger flush her face and she clenched her teeth. “So you really didn’t even need my rent check.”

  “Yeah.” He squirmed and grimaced. “I know. Yeesh, what a douche I’ve been.” Then he handed her a large envelope. “Maybe this will make it up in some small way.”

  She opened it and read the papers inside. Her fingers shook, and she felt her eyes widen as she looked at him. “You bought me the company I’m working for?”

  He nodded. “You’re the only boss you’ll ever have again.”

  She choked on a surprised knot in her throat, then thrust the papers back at him. “I can’t take this.”

  He pushed the envelope and its contents back to her. “Why not? You certainly deserve it. And it’s the least I can do after blackmailing you.”

  Damn it, she thought, he really was good. In more ways than one. She wanted to still be angry at him, but the rage faded. Her fingers fluttered over the pearl choker at her throat. “T-thank you.” And then, impulsively, she kissed him.

  They were too close to the restaurant he’d chosen to have sex in the back of the limo, but when the driver opened the door to let them out, he did find them in a disheveled state. Carlie giggled in spite of herself, fixed her hair, straightened her dress, but she couldn’t find her thong anywhere. Josh re-buttoned his shirt and pants, then took her hand to lead her into the restaurant.

  It was an exclusive place close to the seaside. She’d never been there before, and she found out that Josh owned this place, also. He’d called ahead the day before, he told her, to book the entire upper floor for just the two of them.

  Inside he took her up a wrought iron, spiral staircase, then he pulled out a plush, velvet chair at a circular table. She sat and thanked him, a bit overwhelmed by the luxury that surrounded her. An elaborate crystal chandelier hung above them.

  After they ordered and the waiter left, Josh gave her a look like a little boy ashamed of a bad deed. “So… am I forgiven?”

  She couldn’t help but laugh at the bizarre situation she found herself in. Reaching over the table, she took his hand. “Yes, you’re forgiven.”

  The dazzling smile returned. He picked at the tablecloth and glanced down. “Then maybe we could try, you know, seeing each other again? I mean, with no blackmail or secrets this time.”

  She thought about it while she stared into his emerald eyes. What was there to lose, really? If it didn’t work out, well, it was just a casual relationship. Not like he was proposing marriage. “Okay. Let’s give it another try.”

  His smile went vulpine with lust. “Great, let’s get started right now.”

  “What?” She squeaked, as he disappeared beneath the table. His warm, wide hands slipped beneath her dress and pushed the soft material up past her knees.

  “Don’t worry. I told the waiter to take his time giving the chef our orders.” He urged her legs apart and his tongue flitted out, smoothing over her already throbbing clit.

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  Her Bad Boy Protector

  Bad Boys of BDSM Volume 5

  By Anita Lawless

  Earlier, though he h
adn’t given her permission, Callie tugged the blindfold off, hoping he wouldn’t tie her up again for doing so. Her first glimpse at this mystery man took her breath away.

  He was ruggedly handsome. His face and dark brown eyes showed he’d seen too much tragedy. Misery had etched deep lines in his tanned skin. His dark brown hair was combed up in a pompadour al a Wolverine and peppered with streaks of silver. He even had the thick mutton chops. Full, kissable lips frowned at her before he left the room.

  Now, hours later, wind whistled outside the cabin. Callie went to the window and drew the curtains back to find a snowstorm had set in. Her hopes of escape grew nil, but she wasn’t giving up yet.

  She searched the room for any possible weapon. All she found in the dresser were women’s clothes in her size. Apparently the guy had planned this well in advance, and the thought made her shudder. At least she could shower and change into a clean outfit later. That was some consolation.

  She decided on a heavy looking lamp placed on the dresser. She picked it up to feel its weight. It would do. Callie removed the shade and flipped the lamp, holding it by the skinny end.

  She went to hide behind the locked door. Next time he entered, she’d clobber him. If she were lucky enough to knock him out, she could grab the keys to his vehicle and get the hell out of here.

  Callie didn’t have to wait long. Footsteps approached the room, keys jangled, and the knob rattled. Her heart jumped into her throat and her hands tightened around the base of the lamp. When the door swung wide, she leapt out and struck hard muscle.

  Dishes clattered to the floor. A sandwich splatted on the hardwood, sending a tomato slice sailing across the planks. A glass of milk shattered.

  So much for lunch, she thought, then she swooped the lamp forward again. This time an unyielding fist closed around it and yanked it from her hand. Its metallic body tinged and glass smashed as it also met the floor.

  She was screwed.

  Steely arms clamped around her in a vice-like grip.

  “I knew I shouldn’t have untied you.” His hot breath fanned her face. Their lips were inches apart.

  Once more, her body betrayed her with tingling nipples and a slow fire down below. In a split second, she processed her options. Taking the offensive route hadn’t worked. Maybe it was time for a different game plan.

  She’d read that appealing to your captor’s humanity could work in these situations. If you formed a bond, it made it harder for them to hurt you. Maybe seduction should be her plan of action. Desperate situations called for desperate measures, she decided.

  Callie cupped his bristly cheeks and quickly kissed him.

  His reaction was instant and primitive. He spun her around and pinned her against a wall. The kiss he returned left her weak in the knees and clinging to him. Her mind whirled with contradictory reactions as he tasted her, as his hands splayed over her ass and yanked her closer. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her abdomen and it made her pussy throb.

  She moaned into his mouth and her traitorous hands slid up his back. Muscle rippled beneath her palms as he ravished her.

  Fingers slipped beneath her sweater and scorched her as they trailed up her torso. Her nipples ached to be touched, and when he unclasped her bra and freed her breasts, she pushed them into his hard chest. Her groan was a wordless plea to be touched.

  Thumbs brushed over her nipples, making them sting from desire and harden even more. Then his hands closed over those firm, heavy globes and he squeezed. Her hips rocked forward and she rubbed herself against his erection. He growled and tore his mouth from hers. Lips and teeth assaulted her neck.

  She was hungry, desperate, so very turned on, and she forgot all her reservations. She removed one hand from his back and pressed it to the firm curve of his pec. Eagerly, her touch explored his planes of muscle while he nibbled on her earlobe then blew in her ear.

  Her fingers trailed lower, finding the waistband of his jeans. He gave a throaty moan when she undid them and her hand slipped inside. When her palm closed around his pulsing, thick cock, he flipped her around and soon threw her down on the bed.

  He yanked off her jeans and panties in one fluid motion. She gasped and stared up at this intimidating man who towered over her. His eyes smoldered with dirty promises she couldn’t wait for him to fulfill.

  He dropped to his knees between her legs. Fingers dug into her hips and yanked her closer. Without thinking, she hooked her knees over his sculpted shoulders.

  He bit her upper thigh, hard. She cried out from the stab of pain, then mewled when he lapped at the wounded area. Her pussy was beyond hot and bothered. It ached to be fondled, to be filled. His tongue parted her slit and she arched her back deeply. Her head pressed into the patchwork quilt and her hair tangled about her face.

  He suckled one of her pussy lips then nibbled on the tender flesh. Stars burst behind her closed eyes. Her opening thrummed, spilling liquid heat throughout her body. Her clit felt swollen to twice its size.

  Then his tongue danced over that responsive bead of flesh. Pleasure burst from deep inside of her. This wet muscle skimmed beneath the hood and speared her tiny nub over and over, making her fist the quilt and cry out. Her legs began to trembled and her pelvis tightened.

  His tongue scorched her clitoris again and again, filling her with fiery need. One hand left her hip and explored her body. Fingers traced the arc of her ribs then slipped beneath her sweater to cup her breast. His thumb and index finger went to work on her nipple, rolling the taut bud and pinching it until she whimpered and wriggled beneath him. Now, she was his captive in more ways than one.

  That hot, wet glide of his tongue was relentless. Callie was lost. So close to the brink. She didn’t care about the circumstances, didn’t care about how crazy this was. All she wanted was release.

  A finger slipped inside of her and curled then stroked that perfect spot. He petted her favorite erogenous zone and she purred. Her toes curled. She was so close. So close.

  Her hips rocked, matching the rhythm of his finger and tongue. The hand fondling her nipple zipped more sensation straight to her sex. She teetered on that precipice of ecstasy, and she was ready to spill over the edge.

  Her pelvis thrummed with delicious pressure. He strummed her deep within, hitting all the right places. Then he drew her clitoris deep into his mouth, tugged on it with his teeth, before rapidly flitting his tongue over it. She let out a loud wail of bliss as the orgasm burst through her.

  She panted atop the bed, a heaving puddle of shaking flesh. He stood and wiped her juices from his lips. His face was still stony and dark with desire. Without a word, he turned and walked toward the door.

  Still floating in a post-climax daze, she hitched herself up on her elbows. “Why?”

  He whirled around. His jaw flexed. “If I don’t stop now, I won’t be able to. Then I’ll do something we’ll both regret.”

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  Taming Two Bad Boys

  Bad Boys of BDSM Volume 6

  By Anita Lawless & Roxxy Meyer

  When the elevator came to a stop on the second floor, she slid its brass doors open and stepped out into a hall with red and gold wallpaper and lush green carpet. Second door on the right, the
redhead downstairs had told her.

  Kylie maneuvered toward it in these four inch stilettos. The shoes would also take some getting used to—she was usually a jeans and sneakers kind of gal—but she loved the shiny black patent with silver studs. As long as she didn’t break her ankle, it was all good.

  She found the door unlocked so she entered without knocking. Mistress Jasmine walked over, greeting her with a warm smile and a whip in one hand. “Let me show you around the playroom.”

  The dominatrix explained the various devices in the large, rectangular room, from a Saint Andrew’s Cross, to spanking benches, to a wooden horse padded with red leather. Oak bureaus were filled with whips, cuffs, paddles, and more devices of delicious torture.

  Mistress Jasmine selected a black leather collar wreathed in silver studs. A metal D ring attached to the center of it gleamed, as did its silver buckle. Kylie’s stomach and throat tightened as the dominatrix also pulled out a long red leash. Her heart beat thudded in her ears and her mouth went dry.

  “You’re going to wear this.” She scanned Kylie’s face and, obviously sensing her distress, added, “Only for a short time. I want you to get a feel for it. Pay attention to how I use the leash to lead you. I’ll go through each motion and what it means, then I’ll let you play with one of my subs.”

  The thought of playing with a sub sent a thrill through Kylie, but the thought of wearing this leash and collar herself sent cold shivers down her spine, as if someone dripped icy water down her back.

  “In order to use the tools, you must first understand them.” Mistress Jasmine made a come hither gesture with her hand. “Closer.”

  The cool, smooth leather coiled around Kylie’s neck. She forgot to breathe for a moment, but she willed herself to relax and pay attention. This was important. No time for an anxiety attack!

  Mistress Jasmine fastened the buckle, drawing the collar tight across her throat. Kylie swallowed and tried not to jerk. Irrational fear screamed through her brain, demanding she bolt from the room. She ignored it and focused her thoughts on the end goal—becoming a skilled domme, honoring the mistress who trained her.