Forced Love Novels & Stories

They will know that we were just in a forced marriage – that we didn’t love each other. The pictures have to look great. “Thomas, just put your hands on my waist and let’s get this over with.” I could feel Thomas’s tense and awkward position. Alas, he does it and we stand so close to each other.

But I will use that opportunity to end him once and for all. I had set the perfect trap for him. He was the only thing coming in between Brianna and me. The only person making her not to give in fully to my love. And I hated that. When I want something, I go for it even if I have to move heaven and earth to get it, I get it and I keep it with me forever. I will keep Brianna with me forever, and make her learn to love me like I deserve. Even if it means forcing it.

She reached down, her fingers tangling into his hair, pulling him closer, wanting to feel the full, overwhelming reality of him. The chemistry between them was a volatile, explosive force, fueled by the weeks of repression, the terror of the mountain, and the high-stakes adrenaline of the coup. They weren't just making love; they were confirming their dominance, validating the reality of their union through the most primal, intimate language they knew.

“You refused to give me what I wanted. Now I'm taking it by force. What has love got to do with this?” “Jason… wait. You want us to have sex right? Fine, I'll do it! Just untie me, please.” I managed to scream out as tears rolled down my face but he let out a loud cackle before pulling away and taking off his clothes. “Too late, my darling. No matter how much you scream, no one's coming for you.” He grinned wildly as he hovered over me and started to kiss me forcefully. Struggling was no longer an option. He had totally overpowered me and I was completely weak against him. The pain of being defiled for the first time in the worst way seared through me like a bolt of lightning, and I wished m

“Baby, I-” “No! It is nature making you. Your wolf. It is the bond thing. Your instincts are doing this to you, making you think you love me. You didn't choose me! You don't love me of your own free will. Nature forced you into it. I love you because of you, who you are but you will only ever love me because you can't help yourself. It's just a part of who you are.” I lay my head on his bare, wet chest as the tears stream down my face, mixing with the water droplets. “I don't like that you were forced-”

Patricia's response was equally fervent, her hands gripping his hair and pulling him closer, her body arching in perfect harmony with his movements. The room, filled with their combined essence and the storm’s relentless fury, was a sanctuary of passion and connection. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust was a testament to their deepening bond, and as the intensity reached its peak, it felt as though the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the undeniable, all-consuming power of their passion and longing.

I couldn't help but wonder if the craftsmanship of my sofa would hold up to the passionate force Marius exerted during this passionate encounter. Marius's hammering of my womanhood was incredibly intense. He made it clear to me that we were in the last round. His powerful and unrelenting thrusts caused me to scream loudly with each surge. He spread my legs wide open, driving into me with such force that it felt like not even air could pass between our meeting sexes. As Marius continued, I could feel every throb of his long, throbbing manhood. I knew my femininity was thoroughly aroused by the inhumane treatment Marius was giving it.

he whispered, his voice barely audible. Lucifer’s hips thrust forward, filling Allistair in one swift, powerful movement. Allistair cried out, his body stretching to accommodate Lucifer’s size. The pain was intense, but the pleasure that followed was even more overwhelming. Lucifer’s movements were rough and unyielding, each thrust a claim, a promise, a reminder of the bond that transcended time and reality. Allistair met him stroke for stroke, his body yielding and demanding in equal measure. The stone wall behind him was cold and unyielding, but the heat of their passion made it seem distant and insignificant.

I only wanted to spend a little time with my fated mate before my Bonding Ceremony with Valerie in a few days. But the last few days had been a roller-coaster ride with her. I had no idea my rut could become so uncontrollable with my fated mate. It destroyed my mind, my determination, pushing me towards self-destruction. I forced her into heat and took her by force in the cruelest way possible. She didn’t deserve that for loving me all her life. Being her mate, I could feel all her pain vividly. She was too young to ‌hide her feelings from me.

The beast suddenly jumped, biting the black-robed man's arm and throwing it away with his strength, then he knocked the other man down with his big hind legs, he let out a fierce roar, and repeatedly licked his sharp teeth. I was sitting in the doorway, and suddenly behind me, I was sitting at the door, and all of a sudden, behind me, a voice rang out. "Dare you, boring with living?" "Hmm… Clinton again, come on." The men dressed in black descended from the terrace and disappeared. I turned to horror, a beautiful girl, short blond lemon hair and bright orange amber eyes, her bodice floating. The moonlight behind the girl made her look even better. "Thank you." Without her, I might have been