Page 11 of Taboo
But I wasn’t that little girl anymore. And I didn’t want his protection. I wanted him.
When I lifted my hand and touched his face, Bastian finally broke.
He grabbed me and kissed me like a man who had finally lost the war he’d been fighting. There was nothing gentle about it. His mouth claimed mine with raw hunger, his tongue sliding deep as his hands circled my waist and pulled me hard against his body.
“Tell me to stop,” he growled against my lips as he backed me toward the bedroom. “Tell me right now, Juliet.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I breathed. “I never have.”
That was all it took.
Bastian made a rough, broken sound in his throat, and before we even made it to the room, he yanked my tank top over my head, tossing it aside.
For years, I’d built him up in my mind. The man who always showed up when everyone else let me down. The man who made me feel safe when the world felt like it was falling apart.
Now, he was finally here. Finally choosing me.
The realization hit me so hard it almost stole my breath. Every stolen glance. Every summer I waited for him to come home and he never did. Every lonely night wondering where he was.
It all led to this moment.
And God help me, I’d never wanted anything more.
Bastian backed me up into his bedroom, pushing through the threshold. Knocking the door closed with his hip, he turned me around and pressed my back against the cool wood. His kiss was deep and desperate, hands gliding over me like he needed to feel my skin to believe this was really happening.
Without breaking our kiss, he scooped me up, one arm under my knees and the other around my back, carrying me to the like I weighed nothing. I tangled my fingers in his hair as his mouth devoured mine.
By the time he laid me on the mattress, we were both breathless. He stripped me down fast, his eyes heavy withhunger as he spread my legs wide and stared at my bare pussy. As if he couldn’t stop himself, he dragged one long finger through my folds, smearing my juices from tip to knuckle. Opening his mouth, Bastian sucked his finger clean as he shoved his sweatpants down and flicked them to the side.
“I’m going to fucking hell,” he said through clenched teeth before pushing inside me in one long, powerful thrust.
I cried out, clenching around him so tight he cursed. I was so close to coming, but before I reached the edge, Bastian flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and drove back into me even deeper.
The headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust. All I could focus on was the overwhelming pleasure and the intense, forbidden thrill of having Bastian completely lose control and ruin me.
When he finally came, he buried his cock as deep as he could go and groaned my name like both a prayer and a curse, pulsing hot and thick cum inside me, filling me until I could feel it leaking out around him and down my crack. I came right along with him.
For a few long moments, we stayed locked together, breathing hard. Then, as if I were watching the world crash down, I saw the moment the guilt hit him like a wave.
Bastian pulled out slowly, his release already starting to gush from between my thighs. He rolled away from me, and I turned to see the devastation written all over his face as he sat on the edge of the bed, dragging both hands down his face.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice cracking. “What the hell did I just do to you?”
The warmth and hunger from moments ago had completely vanished.
All that was left was heavy, crushing shame.
8
BASTIAN
Iwas spiraling pretty badly after that night when I crossed every fucking line with Juliet. And no matter what I did, I couldn’t get her out of my head.
The way Juliet had moaned my name, the way her body had felt under mine, and how tight and wet she’d been as I fucked her on my bed haunted me.
Every time I closed my eyes, it played on repeat, and instead of feeling any kind of release, I just felt sick with shame and guilt.
My past didn’t make it any easier. The years I spent overseas shut off from everyone I knew and loved had turned me into someone I barely recognized. I’d seen and done violent shit that still kept me up at night. I’d been in fights that left men on the ground, and I had an arrest record from my younger days for bar brawls and stupid drunk decisions.
