A R Taboo Books Novels & Stories

And Zee. It was wrong. It was wrong in all aspects. ----- Tabby

I reply, my fingers trembling as I type. My body is gradually reacting, and I’m lost in the fantasy—snowy nights, his hands, no rules. This is my escape, where I don’t have to be perfect Zara, the girl who’s got it all together. A key turns in the lock, and Jess’s voice snaps me back. “Zara, you better not still be texting that creep when I’ve got pizza!” I laugh, locking my phone fast, but not before ShadowWolf’s latest message flashes: I’d taste every inch of you. My cheeks burn as I sit up, shoving my hair back.

’ he asked, his breath warm against my ear, lips close enough that I shivered, his hands starting to move, soaping up a washcloth with slow, deliberate motions. I nodded, leaning into him, feeling his heartbeat against my back, steady but quickening, and the hard length of his cock pressing firmer against my ass now, trapped between us in the water. ‘Mmm, yeah, Daddy. It feels nice having you here like this.’ My words were honest, laced with the desire bubbling up, and I arched my back just a little, grinding subtly against him, testing, my mind screaming with how wrong but how good it felt, the taboo of it making everything dirtier, hotter.

Our bodies said everything. “I love you,” Frank said suddenly. “Not just this. I love being with you.” My heart swelled. “I love you too,” I whispered. “More than I should.” We talked about our feelings. It was more than sex. We connected deep. He understood me. I made him feel young and alive. The taboo made it stronger. But it also made it scary. The next day we took more risks. Mom went to the store. We had thirty minutes. I sucked him in the kitchen. On the counter. I took him deep while he sat on a chair. Then he bent me over the table and fucked me. We came together fast.

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

The intimacy was sudden, overwhelming, and absolute. Adrian let out a low, ragged growl from the deep back of his throat. His hands shifted instantly, sliding up her sides, dragging her flush against his chest so tightly there wasn't a breath of air left between them. The heavy friction, the suffocating heat, and the intense proximity made her head spin. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the frantic, hammering rhythm of his heart beneath his tailored suit jacket, before threading through his dark hair, pulling his head back so he had no choice but to look at her.

He couldn't stop watching her, rubbing tight circles over the swollen nub in time with the slow, deep thrusts of his fingers. She clenched around him instantly, hot and fluttering. Sucking him in deeper. “Is this pussy wet for me or for my dad's cock?” he couldn't help but ask. For you. Always for you. God, how Lila hated herself for the many times he made her wet by fucking other women, with nothing but a wall separating them. What the fuck was wrong with their parents anyway? Why did they have to be so sex positive? The moment Caleb and Lila turned eighteen, it was fuck all you want. Just be safe.

“I know you write about girls who beg to be taken. Who want to be used. Fucked. Ruined…. raped!! I read that chapter so many times I lost count… the one where the man takes her even when she pretends to fight. You can’t lie and say you don’t know some girls crave that.” He was visibly taken aback, his body tensing under my touch. I could sense that he was surprised that I read his books. He probably still saw me as the innocent young girl he once knew. “Aby…” he warned, his voice rough. But I didn’t stop. I leaned in and kissed him hard, my tongue slipping into his mouth. He could definitely taste the alcohol on me — whiskey and desperation. I moaned softly into the kiss, rubbing my palm mor

I heard the echoes for quite a long time. “Corey. Just like that book about the girl who made the earth swallow everything.” She snorted. “You’re high as a horse, aren’t you? That’s Carey, not Corey.” I thought about it and realized she was right. I was high as fuck and I had just mistaken the name of one of Stephen King’s most iconic novels. We talked for a while mostly about things I haven’t spoken about before to a single soul. I felt better talking to her. She listened and shared some of her experiences with me which were mostly gruesome but given our current mood, it was all humorous.

I did not dare to open it. Before we could even settle into silence, the servant arrived with a platter of drinks. I thanked him as a glass of scotch was offered to me—though I would not drink it. “How are things fairing for you, Rueben?” I asked, looking around me at the walls of books. The words “Kama Sutra” passed by eye, along with some photo albums, which surely held revolting images inside. If not his stupidity, Reuben was also notorious for his promiscuity.