A R Taboo Books Novels & Stories

I could feel the slickness between my thighs growing with every word he spoke. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’ll delete it. I’ll withdraw from the seminar if you want. Just… please don’t—” “Don’t what?” He tilted his head, studying me like I was a particularly interesting text he intended to dissect line by line. “Don’t tell the department chair that one of my best students is writing pornography about me? Don’t mention how vividly you imagined my hand between your legs while you were supposed to be analyzing *Jane Eyre*?”

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

After that I walked into the lecture hall about ten minutes late for classes. Instead of the calm I expected to see, the entire hall was louder than normal. The professor hadn't arrived yet. The girls were clustered in groups and whispering fast with soft giggles. Guys leaned over desks with their phones out, showing each other something. “Did you see him yet?” one girl asked her friend. “They say he’s from the UK." Her friend squealed a reply. "He's so hot. And I heard he wrote like three books on advanced dynamics.”

“About self-defense… guns.” “Ah.” The single syllable carries volumes of understanding. Way more than Efrem seems to give me these days. “I’ve read about it, you know,” I continue, the words spilling out now that I’ve started. “In the old world, before Serenity. Women could do everything men could. They fought in wars, led countries…” I trail off, remembering the books we had underground, the histories that gave me hope. “It wasn’t always like this.” Tavin is quiet for a moment, and when I glance up, I find him watching me with an expression I can’t read. “Those books,” he says carefully, “they’re considered dangerous here. Taboo. They teach people about rebellion—self-destruction.”

Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind. I found myself constantly distracted by her movements. The emails were going unanswered while she was reading one of those sex books she’d found in one of the rooms. One of my wolves enjoyed some kinky books, which I didn’t have a problem with Emma reading. Anything that got my woman hot and horny was only a benefit to me. Ethan's POV:::

Taboo | Age-gap | Obsession | Billionaire Romance |Mother ex-boyfriend Trigger Warnings: Power imbalance, obsession, emotional manipulation . . . The elevator whispered its way to the top floor, silent and smooth like a predator stalking prey. Joy Knox shifted from one leg to the other, leather duffel bag pressed against her hip, trying not to breathe too hard. She hated the way the mirrored walls caught her reflection, tired eyes rimmed in smudged eyeliner, cherry-stained lips parted like she was already halfway to begging.

I stumbled back two full steps, my hands dropping to my sides, my legs trembling beneath me. Olise stayed pressed against the wall, his lips swollen, his eyes dark and glazed with an intense, heavy arousal. He looked at me, bewildered, his hand rising to touch his wet lips. "No," I choked out, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. I ran a trembling hand through my hair, turning my back to him because the sight of his undone state was making the guilt claw violently at my throat. "No. I shouldn't have done that. That was an absolute mistake. I lost my temper, I lost my head—"

“This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else… including any normal life next door. You’re my dirty little secret now.” I slipped back home leaking and addicted, knowing I’d be back tomorrow. The next few days became a dangerous game. Tyler fucked me in his garage while Lauren was at yoga. He fingered me under the table during a neighborhood potluck. Once, he pulled me into his bathroom while Lauren was in the shower and made me ride him on the toilet, hand over my mouth the entire time. Each time he filled me. Each time he told me I was his. But the real risk came on Friday night.

The flight back was a descent into a special kind of hell, a pressurized tube of recycled air and unspoken dread. The silence was not the comfortable, shared quiet of two people who knew each other well. It was the heavy, suffocating silence of a battlefield after the fighting has stopped, a silence filled with the ghosts of what had transpired. Emma sat in her business class seat, staring out the window at the endless expanse of clouds, but she wasn’t seeing the sky. She was seeing Mr. Dubois’s face, feeling his hands on her, tasting his cock in her mouth. She was feeling Mr. Carter’s brutal thrusts from behind, hearing his possessive growls, the sound of his voice as he commanded her to co