A Taboo Collection

Sasha’s eyes grew wet with tears, and her lip quivered. “Damn, that is romantic.”

“I may have bought you for your virginity, Sasha, but I married you because I fucking love you, and that’s never going to change. Not today, not tomorrow, nor in fifty years from now.” I cupped her cheek and wiped away her tears. “You’re perfection, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving to you that I don’t need anything else in my life.”

“Wow, your mouth should be illegal,” she said.

“I can give you killer orgasms with it.” I waggled my tongue, to which she chuckled.

“You can do that, but you also know how to make a woman feel like she’s the only one in the world.”

Staring into her eyes, I let Sasha know that in no uncertain terms, as far as I was concerned, she was the only woman in the world for me.

The End

TABOO (A Taboo Short, 4)

1

Poppy

I’ve known Alexei since I was a child, and I’ve had a crush on him for that long. When he married my mother five years later, and technically became my stepfather, I never saw him as that. Thinking of him that way seemed wrong, gross even. He might be married to my mom, living in my house, but he would never be anything but Alexei.

His deeply accented voice spoke of his Russian heritage, and the three-piece suits he always wore fueled my fantasies of him as a teenager. I would picture him as the head of the mafia, which now I realize is so stereotypical. Nevertheless, it was so hot back then that my heart would flutter thinking of him protecting me. It might have been disgusting that I saw him as anything more than what he was, but I didn’t care. When he and my mom divorced only a year later, this little part of me rejoiced.

I didn’t say I couldn’t be a bitch.

Here I sat, in my car that barely made it back and forth to work, staring at the skyscraper across the street. Alexei was in that building, probably crushing people with his bare hands. Yeah, he was fierce all right, and he was the strongest man I’ve ever known. It doesn’t matter that it’s been a long time since I’ve talked to him, longer than I even cared to admit. But he was the only person I trusted with my problems, the only person that knew me as well as I knew myself, even after all this time.

He was the only one that could help me.

I climbed out of the car, clutching my bag like it was some kind of lifeline and feeling like I was about to vomit. I wasn’t afraid of Alexei, not in any sense. He was a good man—as long as you didn’t cross him. I’ve seen him beat the shit out of some guy that bumped into my mom and all but touched her breasts. And although it seemed a little extreme, the guy had been drunk and saying some pretty nasty shit to my mom.

What was I so nervous about asking him for the money I needed? Mainly because I felt wrong for doing it, like I was taking advantage.

But you know him, have known him nearly your whole life. He’s a good guy, and he won’t have a problem helping you.

I was humiliated about the reason I needed the money, afraid of what Alexei would do once he found everything out… which he would. Alexei always found shit out, no matter how hard someone tried to hide it.

And as I walked up to the front doors, my hands shaking, my heart feeling like it would beat right through my chest, I knew that no matter what, I was making the right decision coming here.

Are you sure about that?

Alexei

The sound of my intercom going off had me cursing. I pressed the button down and barked out, “Yes?”

“Mr. Mackovich, there is a Miss Poppy Severis here to see you. She doesn’t have an appointment. Would you like me to send her away?”

Poppy.

Just saying her name in my head had my gut clenching. It had been too long since I’d seen her, hell, heard from her, but I always thought about her. She was twenty-three now, fifteen years younger than I was, but the most genuine person I’d ever met. I’d watched her grow from a bright child to the gorgeous woman she was now, and she was here, at my office, and all I could think was inappropriate things.

I was a sick bastard, but even knowing that, I couldn’t extinguish my need for her. I’ve wanted to make her mine since she was nineteen and came back from college on break. Long since divorced from her mother, I’ve always kept in contact with her, made sure she was safe, taken care of, even if she didn’t know it.