Best Taboo Romance Books Novels & Stories

SEX STARVED HOUSEWIFE & HER STEPSON _____________________ Sabrina My thighs moved against each other, rubbing my sensitive clit and a moan almost slipped past my lips. I was so damn horny. Probably shouldn't have read that spicy book my best friend, Sloane, recommended last week but I was bored. And the sex scenes had been filthy, dirty—god, I wanted that for myself. It’s been months since Graham touched me and over three years since I've last had pleasurable sex.

God, he was every fantasy I’d ever had, carved to perfection. His lips hovered against my ear as his breath fanned hot over my skin. “How come I didn't know you were this damn sexy?” he murmured, his voice dark velvet. The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

"Condition number one, no interfering with each other's personal lives. What we do is in bed and bed only. Two, no sleeping with others while we are fuck buddies. Let's keep it clean and between just the two of us. If any of us sleep around, this, what we have, is over,” I said and he didn't even think about it. "Deal,” he said almost immediately. "Okay. Deal,” I said. "Now, my turn,” he said and instead of speaking like I had expected, he walked towards the table that was cluttered with flowers and the packed food containers and bags and he retrieved a book from one of the bags.

she moaned, frustrated with her heart for loving the word so much as her brute boyfriend slammed her into priceless novels. Well not priceless exactly, but definitely worth millions. "Don’t fuck Cade," he snarled against her ear, clinging to her hips as he fucked her. "You’d betray our love. I won’t be able to stand it. Having my pussy fucked by another man would break something in me I don’t think I can fix. We don't want another Professor Vale situation, do we baby? I will lose my fucking mind.” Her hands scrambled against the books, fingers slipping.

Jeremy leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps. “No, thanks,” she said, not looking up. He ignored her and stepped in anyway. “Sci-fi fan huh?” He said, picking up a stack of novels. “Yeah,” she said, low but a bit panicked because what if he saw? Just as he was about to dig further. “Jeremy, wait, don’t touch that.” Too late, he had already picked it up. “Oh?” he said, staring at the book, then back at her. “Dark romance? Erotica? I didn’t know you were kinky like that.” He teased.

He was relentless, his pace increasing until he was jackhammering into me, his cock a solid, unyielding piston that dominated my entire existence. He broke the kiss and whispered hotly against my ear, “Your mother warns everyone about me… but here you are, legs spread wide, dripping for the Devil. You were made for this. Made to take my cock.” His words sent a fresh rush of wetness between my legs. The taboo of his words, the sheer blasphemy of my desire, acted like a drug. My pussy spasmed around him, milking him with desperate, involuntary contractions. “I don’t care,” I screamed, my nails drawing bloody crescents into the meat of his shoulders. “I’m yours. Do it. Break me.”

Kai watched Damon's long fingers hover over the textbook. The professor's hands were large, with a light dusting of dark hair across the back. Kai couldn't stop staring. Those fingers looked powerful enough to pin someone down, yet they moved with surprising gentleness over the pages. Damon leaned closer, explaining the literary analysis in that deep, calm voice. "The metaphor here represents repressed desire. Notice how the author uses the imagery of chains to show internal conflict." Kai nodded, but he wasn't listening. His mind kept drifting to Damon's lips from the day before, how close their faces had been. He shifted in his seat and tried to focus on the page instead of the heat buildi

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

I replied, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my heart beating a little faster from the alcohol mixing with the thrill of being alone with these three in this empty kitchen, no one else around to interrupt, Jake and I had flirted plenty of times before but never crossed that line, though the way his thigh brushed mine under the table earlier had sent a spark straight to my core, Tom always seemed so reserved but I caught him staring at my legs when I walked in, and Lena, she was the one who always pushed boundaries, her laughter echoing off the walls as she tossed her hair back. Why does being around them like this always make me think about things I should not, like imagining Jake’s