LOGINDisclaimer: Mature Audience Only! This book is specifically designed to be viewed by adults and therefore may be unsuitable for children under 18. This book may contain one or more of the following: crude indecent language, explicit sexual activity. “When passion takes control, nothing stays innocent.” Some cravings are too sinful to confess, too dangerous to speak aloud. '𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒' which are whispered in the dark, written between trembling thighs, and etched in the silence after desire has burned through reason. Every fantasy in these pages is a secret you shouldn’t want, yet can’t resist. Every character is temptation draped in silk and sin. Every ending leaves you aching for just one more taste. There are desires you bury deep, the kind that scorch your soul with shame and hunger in equal measure. But sins don’t stay silent forever, they claw their way out, whispered in the dark, confessed with trembling lips, and written in the heat between forbidden bodies. 'Forbidden Romance Tales' dives straight into those steamy, secret affair where every touch and glance is electrified with forbidden desire. It's all about indulging in those hidden cravings with no boundaries, where pleasure knows no limits and desire is the only rule. When desire takes over, can love truly follow?
View More"Take it," Davis panted, his fingers digging into her hips. "Take my cock like a fucking good girl.”He pulled Scarlett up slightly, his cock still buried deep inside her. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent as he continued to fuck her with slow, deep strokes. She was a moaning mess beneath him, her body limp and pliant."Get up," he commanded huskily. "I want to see your face when I fuck you."Scarlett shakily got to her feet and turned to face him. He immediately pulled her in for a searing kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth possessively. She kissed him back just as fiercely, her hands fisting in his shirt. Davis broke the kiss and took a step back. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned chest and chiseled abs. Her eyes roamed hungrily over his body, her mouth watering at the sight."Like what you see?" Davis asked with a smirk. "Want more?"She reached out and tried to touch him. He chuckled and playfully slapped her hands away. "Pat
The first thing that Scarlett felt was a deep, resonant ache, a pleasant soreness that pulsed in time with her heartbeat. The second sensation was heat, not from the pale morning light filtering through her dorm room window, but an echo of a body pressed against hers.Scarlett Jones drew a sharp breath before she even opened her eyes, lingering in the hazy space between sleep and wakefulness, letting the memories wash over her.Davis Clark.Her professor. Her mentor. The man who had lifted her from the floor of his office and fucked her like his personal whore on his bed in his bedroom. He had looked at her not as a student, but as a man who had finally surrendered to a hunger he could no longer deny.Her fingers drifted beneath the duvet, tracing the faint, tender abrasions his stubble had left on the soft skin of her inner thighs. She pressed gently against the deep, internal ache that remained, a raw testament to the relentless, consuming force of his possession.She knew she shoul
The door clicked shut behind Davis as he pulled Scarlett into his arms, their lips crashing together in a hungry, desperate kiss. He backed her up until her knees hit the edge of the bed, his hands roamed her curves possessively as he ground his hardening bulge against her.Breaking the kiss, Davis leaned back with a devilish smirk, his eyes dark with lust as they raked over her body. "Strip for me, baby. I want to see all of you. Let me see that sexy body."Scarlett bit her lip, heart racing at the commanding tone in his voice. Slowly, she reached for the hem of her shirt, peeling it up over her head to reveal the lacy bra underneath. Davis watched intently, tongue darting out to wet his lips.Hooking her fingers in her waistband, she shimmied out of her tight jeans, kicking them aside. Left in just her underwear, Scarlett felt exposed and vulnerable under his heated gaze."All of it," Davis growled, palming himself through his slacks. "I want you naked and ready for me."Taking a de
Scarlett Jones felt the hours of the day stretch and bend as though time itself had slowed. Evening had come and with it a weight she could not define. She found herself in Dr. Davis Clark’s office again. Normally she would have been eager to leave the moment the session ended, but tonight, she didn’t want to go. The irrational desire to simply sit with him, to talk for hours untethered from syllabi or essays, was a quiet, persistent hum beneath her skin.Dr. Clark wasn’t his usual composed self. There was a subtle restlessness in the way he leaned back in his chair, tapping his pen against the edge of the desk or the way his hand ran through his hair as he scanned her latest essay. For a moment, he looked up, his dark eyes meeting hers. Scarlett felt her pulse spike as if she had been caught thinking something she shouldn’t. “Solitude is often the tax levied on any meaningful endeavor. The price of admission to a world of one’s own making,” he conceded.“Your opinion, it matters to
Scarlett Jones had never been the kind of student to linger after class, but today was different. The assignment Dr. Davis Clark had handed down on forbidden desire seemed to pulse with a gravity that made her chest tighten.“He’s basically asking us to psychoanalyze ourselves and put it in a MLA format,” a voice chirped beside her. Maya, her best friend, was already slinging her bag over her shoulder, her eyes bright with mischief. Scarlett giggled hard before following her out. The rest of the week passed with her working hard on the assignment. She gave her all into writing it, not caring about anything else. Finally, it was the day of submission. Maya had leaned over earlier, whispering, “If Clark doesn’t love your essay, and inform him his literary sensitives are fundamentally flawed.”Scarlett laughed softly. “I don’t need him to love it,” she murmured, the lie tasting faintly of metal on her tongue. She did want him to love it. “I just need to know he doesn’t think it’s garb
Scarlett’s body arched in the darkness with a sensation. A slow, searing heat that started at the base of her spine and fanned outwards, a languid wildfire under her skin. She felt a hand, a man’s hand to be more precise, slide up the length of her thigh, fingers grazing skin with deliberate possession.The heavy oak desk was cold against the backs of her thighs, the stark contrast to the heat of his body a delicious shock. His mouth was at her ear, breath hot, words too blurred to understand yet devastating in their weight.She gasped, lips parting, as his teeth brushed the tender hollow of her neck. Her hands fisted into nothing, clutching at the phantom figure pinning her. His thumb stroked a slow, maddening arc against the skin exposed between her jumper and her skirt.“Miss Jones.” His voice was a low murmur, a vibration against the shell of her ear that was more felt than heard. She dared to look up. His face was inches from hers, all sharp, aristocratic planes and brooding int


















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