Novel & Cerita A R Taboo Books

♕𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆♕ 𓆙mature content𓆙 𓆙contains abusive stuffs𓆙 𓆙murder𓆙 𓆙non-consensual / dubious consent sexual activities𓆙 Iғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ. Iᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛ� � ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. Don't copy my work. This is based on my imagination.

The Nun In The Library I IN the library, dust motes danced in the lone shaft of light that shone through the stained-glass window, illuminating the rows of bookshelves that were properly lined in the back. Sister Mary, her habit a stark silhouette against the warm glow, traced a finger along the spine of a theological text. The scent of old paper and beeswax polish clung to the air, a familiar comfort that came when she was reading books. Today, however, an unfamiliar tremor rippled beneath her skin. A new scent, sharp and vital, cut through the accustomed quiet: sandalwood and something else, something musky and undeniably male.

Aria cried out, her fingers digging into his hair, pulling him closer. The sound of the kitchen was filled with the wet, rhythmic slurping of his tongue. I watched the way her body bucked, her heels drumming against the cabinets. It was sick. It was twisted. It was the most inappropriate thing I had ever seen in my life. And yet... I couldn't look away. A dark, heavy heat began to coil in my gut. My pulse was racing in my ears, a thick, steady thrum. Despite the horror of it, there was something incredibly wicked and satisfying about the scene. It was pure, unfiltered taboo.

I said wondering where this whole conversation was heading, "I want you to protect her," he said turning his phone screen to me, 'her'? my eyes slowly fell on the screen, a girl with her blonde hair packed in a ponytail sat with a pile of books by her side, she is obviously a nerd even her big round glasses say a lot, she looked fixated on whatever information she was getting from the book that even if an attack was to happen in the room right beside her she may not even know, but something about her made me feel there was more than what meets the eyes, "A girl really?" I asked in a bored tone,

FORBIDDEN FLAMES 2 ARIA’S POV The text from Serena arrives just as I flip the café sign to CLOSED, the soft click of the lock echoing in the empty space. My hands still tremble from the day, every customer interaction felt like a distraction from the memory of her mouth on mine yesterday, her fingers teasing me to the edge in the storage closet before pulling back with that wicked smile. "Not yet," she whispered. "We savor the sin." The words have haunted me all shift, making my panties soaked, my nipples hard against my bra, every brush of fabric a reminder.

Every thrust made my body shake. His heavy balls slapped against my clit. My juices ran down my thighs. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back while fucking me. His other hand reached around and rubbed my clit fast. “You like that?” he growled in my ear. “You like your stepbrother’s cock stretching this pussy?” “Yes… fuck yes,” I moaned. The taboo words made me even wetter. He fucked me faster. The kitchen filled with the sound of his skin slapping against mine and my loud, shameless moans.

May be forever. ********* Tabby

Mia's POV I woke up with Mr. Cole’s cock still inside me. Not a dream, not a fantasy, but real, thick, hard again, stretching me open in his big bed while the rest of the quiet Ohio house remained silent. Mr Cole was my best friend’s dad, forty-seven, divorced, shirtless, and buried so deep I could feel every pulse. My dress was shoved up around my waist, my panties were gone, his hand covered my mouth so I wouldn’t make noise while his other hand pinned my wrists above my head as he moved slow and dirty, dragging almost all the way out then pushing back in until my eyes watered.

“Fuck the sin into me. I want your cum leaking out of me during Mass tomorrow.” He snarled and leaned down, biting my nipple through the lace bra before ripping it off completely. His mouth latched onto my tit, sucking hard while he railed me. One hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my vision blur at the edges. “Look at the cross,” he growled again, hips snapping faster. “See what I’m sacrificing for this pussy.” I stared up at the crucifix, moaning louder as he destroyed me. The taboo of it—the sacrilege—made everything more intense. My pussy clenched around his cock, milking him.

I needed release. My hands shook as I pushed back from the desk. The laptop screen still glowed with her latest video paused mid-moan, her pussy stretched wide around a thick silicone cock, juices glistening on her thighs. I stood on unsteady legs, walked to the nightstand, and opened the bottom drawer. There it was: the toy I had bought on a whim over a year ago and barely used. A sleek pink rabbit vibrator, curved for g-spot pressure, with soft silicone ears designed to hug the clit perfectly. I had hidden it away out of guilt, but tonight guilt had no place here.