Forbidden fruits of Eden: A collection of forbidden desires
Eve knew the fruit was forbidden but she ate it anyway — and God, it was sweet.
This isn't some vanilla sex. This is temptation dipped in sweet juices. The kind of desire that makes your thighs clench, and has you reading with one hand and needing the other somewhere else entirely.🥵
In this forbidden garden, a stepbrother grips his stepsister's hair and makes her take every inch of his cock, stepdaughter drops to her knees and wraps her lips around her stepfather's dick like she's been starving for it, two roommates spend the night with their faces buried between each other's thighs, moaning into each other until dawn. From nasty gangbangs to group voyeurism, this is the collection that makes you wet from the first chapter. The one you'll finish breathless, legs shaking, already flipping back to your favorite part.
Now be a good girl and take a bite from the forbidden fruits. Welcome to Eden's Forbidden Garden — where everything tastes like sin.
For mature readers only. 18+🔞
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Chapter: THE PROVOCATIVE PLAYGROUND (V)I slipped out of the Provocative Playground in the early hours, my legs still shaky and my body marked with faint bruises from the night’s hunt. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. By the time I got home, my phone was buzzing.Micah’s name flashed on the screen.“Where the hell did you disappear to?” he asked the second I picked up, voice laced with worry. “I came by your place earlier and you weren’t answering.”My mind raced. “Sorry… I, uh, went for a late run and then crashed at a friend’s place and then my phone died. Is everything okay?”He bought it easily enough, laughing about how I needed to stop ghosting him. We chatted a few more minutes before hanging up. I let out a long breath.No one could know about the club. No one could know what I really craved.A few days later, I let myself into Micah’s apartment with the spare key he’d given me years ago. I usually spend enough nights here that the house felt like mine. He wasn’t home. He was probably out with Toby again.I st
Last Updated: 2026-06-21
Chapter: THE PROVOCATIVE PLAYGROUND (IV)He finally released my throat, stepping back just enough for me to slump against the wall. My legs were shaking,my pussy was throbbing and dripping down my thighs. The cuffs still bit into my wrists behind my back. I could barely think through the haze of denied orgasms.“Run, little slut” he growled, voice distorted and cruel. “If you want to come, you’d better run now. But if I catch you… I won’t let you come at all.”My body reacted before my mind could. I ran, my bare feet slapping against the padded floor, skirt bunched around my waist, tits bouncing free. The maze blurred around me in dim red light as I twisted through corridors, heart hammering with fresh terror and filthy excitement.“You think you can outrun me?” his voice echoed from somewhere behind. “That greedy cunt is weeping and begging for my cock. Keep running, kitten. I love how wet it makes you.”I gasped, pushing harder, but my thighs were slick and my clit was aching. Every taunt made me clench my pussy.Fuck, I n
Last Updated: 2026-06-19
Chapter: THE PROVOCATIVE PLAYGROUND (III)His grip on my hair was iron, yanking my head back so the Ghostface mask filled my vision. My back scraped against the padded wall, and the thick muscle of his thigh ground harder between my legs, pressing right against my soaked panties. I was already trembling, my pussy clenching around nothing, desperate from the chase. “Such blig talk for a little slut who’s about to get ruined,” he growled, his voice low and distorted through the mask. One hand left my hair and clamped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse thunder against his palm. The pressure sent a fresh gush of wetness down my thighs. Yes. Take it. Take all my control.I gasped as he spun me around, pushing my face into the wall. Cold metal clicked around my wrists locking my hands behind my back with a final, unforgiving snap. I looked behind and saw the handcuffs. There was no o escape. No way to push him away or touch myself. Just helpless, presented for him like the prey I was. Helpless just the way
Last Updated: 2026-06-19
Chapter: THE PROVOCATIVE PLAYGROUND (II)A few days had passed since that charged night at Micah’s apartment, but Toby’s cruel taunts still echoed in my head at the worst moments. I hated how they lingered, how they twisted into something filthy and tempting when I was alone. The truth was, no vanilla boyfriend had ever lasted because none of them could give me what I craved. I didn’t want sweet kisses and gentle thrusts. I wanted to be hunted. I wanted primal, deranged, rough sex where I was stripped of every ounce of control, reduced to a desperate, dripping little slut begging for mercy that never came. That bone-deep thrill of being a prey…my heart pounding, thighs slick, body aching to be claimed and ruined, was the only thing that ever truly satisfied me.That’s why I had the Provocative Playground. My secret. It was an underground club hidden beneath an abandoned warehouse, where willing participants chose roles: predator or prey, and whether sex was on the table. I always chose sex. Always. The heart of it was th
Last Updated: 2026-06-18
Chapter: THE PROVOCATIVE PLAYGROUND (I)CATHERINE I’ve known Micah since freshman orientation, when we both lunged for the last slice of pizza at the welcome mixer and ended up sharing it on the lawn, laughing until our sides hurt. From that day on, he became my person. He became my safe place through every late-night cram session, every tear-stained breakup, and every family drama. When he came out as gay in sophomore year, I was the first person he told. I held him while he cried. I promised I’d always have his back, and I meant every word. We’ve survived heartbreaks, failures, and the chaos of our twenties together. He’s like my family.Which is exactly why I’ve never told him how much I despise his boyfriend Toby.Toby is everything that gets under my skin: sharp-featured, annoyingly hot with that tousled dark hair and lean, athletic body that moves like he owns every room he enters. The attraction I feel toward him only makes me hate him more. Every time we’re alone, the air turns electric with insults and barbed w
Last Updated: 2026-06-17
Chapter: CUFFED AND FUCKED BY THE SUSPECT (VII)After the disaster in the interrogation room, I submitted one final report naming Victor Kane as the real suspect, just like Jax told me. The Chief accepted it without a word. Two days later, the official letter came: SUSPENDED FOR TWO MONTHS WITHOUT PAY.I didn’t fight it because I knew I deserved worse.A week into my forced exile, I was lounging on the couch in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties, nursing a glass of wine and trying not to think about how badly I still craved him, when a loud knock echoed through my apartment.My heart jumped as I opened the door.Jax stood there in a black shirt and jeans, looking every bit the dangerous criminal he was. The second our eyes met, he stepped inside, kicked the door shut, and crushed his mouth against mine.For one weak second I melted into the kiss and then reality crashed back.I shoved him hard in the chest. “Get the fuck out, Jax! You’re the reason I’m suspended!”He didn’t move an inch. Instead, his hand shot up and wrap
Last Updated: 2026-06-16
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