A Taboo Collection

I wanted between her thighs, and I’d get there sooner or later, and fuck anyone, Rowdy included, if they tried to stop me.

Being with her would cause a lot of problems, no doubt, but hell, I liked trouble, and she definitely looked like she’d be worth a little blood spilled.

2

Violet

Glancing over at my brother, I see him toe-to-toe with another fighter. They were all the same. Rowdy tried to pretend that he was different, that he thought with his head rather than his dick, but it was all lies. He made me so mad with being overprotective. Not only had he screwed my best friend and moved on, he’d gotten me fired because he’d punched my boss that was flirting with me.

Now I was jobless and coming to the gym sounded like it would help me get rid of this annoyance I felt.

And now here I sat, watching my brother about to get into a fight. My eyes locked on with the other guy, and I felt my stomach clench for some reason. But I’d heard what that fighter had said about me, so I hoped Rowdy kicked his ass and showed him some respect.

Instead of getting into it, the other guy glanced at me for long seconds and then held up his hands. After a few minutes of watching what could have been pretty bloody, I finished packing my stuff, ready for this day to be over with. I stood and went to the bathroom to freshen up before heading home and was glad that no one else was in there when I opened the door.

What made it even worse hanging out with Rowdy was the fact he was so damn overprotective of me. But, our parents would be so proud of him because he was “taking care of family.” What they didn’t know was that he put a major cramp in the romance department of my life.

The door opened, and I turned to find it was the guy from the ring.

I didn’t know what to say at first, and I was a little confused why my palms were sweating and my heart was racing.

He was so damn sexy, and what was worse, he completely knew it as well. I could see that knowledge, that cockiness, reflected on his face. I hated a guy who just knew he could have any woman he wanted.

“What’s your name?” he asked, as if he was entitled to it or something.

My brother and I might be total opposites, but one thing we had in common was not putting up with transparent bullshit and laying it out when need be.

Folding my arms, I glared at him, not about to answer, because honestly he seemed like a guy that was used to getting what he wanted. I was not going to give him that satisfaction either.

He stepped farther in the bathroom and closed the door. Once it shut he walked right up to me and placed a hand on my waist. I couldn’t believe what he was doing and the set of balls he had to touch a total stranger.

“What are you doing?” I asked with shock in my voice, yet I didn’t push him away.

“We should get used to each other.”

Oh my God. Is he serious?

“And why is that?”

The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. “Because since my dick’s going to be inside you, it’s only natural we should know a little about each other.”

I felt my eyes widen, felt my jaw go slack, and couldn’t say anything for the longest time I was so damn shocked. He had some fucking nerve. And then I laughed. The smirk vanished from his face and his expression went hard.

“You think we’re going to sleep together?”

And there was that smirk again. “No. We’re going to fuck, and you’re going to come so hard you won’t be able to walk straight the next day.” He leaned in an inch closer. “I’m packing close to eleven inches, and you better believe I’m going to make you take them all.” He smoothed his hand over my hips, down my thigh, and when he was curling it inward, as if I would just let him touch me between my thighs, I moved backward.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” He didn’t answer right away but instead had his gaze trained on my mouth.

“I have to say, I love these little pink panties that you wear. What would be even better if is you didn’t wear them.”

How in the hell did he know what color underwear I was wearing?

“I bet you’re wet for me right now, aren’t you?”

“Does this work for you?” I asked in all honesty. Truthfully, I was wet, but I wasn’t about to let him know that. His arrogance was as much infuriating as it was arousing, to my humiliation.