Romans & histoires Best Taboo Romance Books

I tell her, pulling a book from the shelf. "That's okay," she says with a slight chuckle. "I'm still trying to be the single orgasmic woman." "Okaaaay," I say slowly, wondering if she expects me to comment on that. "There are different types of books depending on whether it's for you or your partner," I explain, noticing her wedding band for the first time. "For your partner, I have a popular one called She Comes First: The Thinking Man's Guide to Pleasuring a Woman."

Victor pulled her into the huge shower and washed her gently, his hands surprisingly tender as he cleaned his own seed from her body. As the hot water cascaded over them, Lena looked up at him, voice small and honest. “I… I shouldn’t want this. I’m married. This is wrong.” Victor tilted her chin up, eyes intense. “Your body doesn’t lie, Lena. You came harder today than you ever have with him. You’re starting to crave it. Crave being owned. Crave a man who actually knows how to fuck you properly.” Lena bit her lip, unable to deny it. The shame was still there, sharp and painful, but it was being drowned out by something far more dangerous , raw, addictive pleasure.

“Good girl. Take every drop. Let your womb drink your step-brother’s cum.” He lost control. He fucked me through three screaming orgasms, choking me, slapping my tits, calling me his dirty taboo slut. When he finally came, he roared and pumped what felt like liters of hot cum straight into my womb. So much it overflowed instantly, running down my ass in thick white rivers. “Feel that? That’s me marking you from the inside. No one else will ever have this cunt again.” “I don’t want anyone else… only you. Keep me. Ruin me forever.”

“I love your cock. I’ve wanted this since our first meeting. Fuck me harder, Mr. Blackwood. Please.” He gave it to me. Hard. Raw. Animalistic. The desk shook under us as he pounded into me, his heavy balls slapping against my clit with every deep stroke. The risk was insane. His fiancée, Isabella, was literally downstairs finalizing flower arrangements for their ceremony. If she walked in right now, everything would explode. That only made it hotter. Mr. Blackwood reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in fast, rough circles. “Come for me, baby. Come on the groom’s cock while his bride is downstairs picking roses for their wedding.”

ELENA I sat there on the exam table in that stupid paper gown, legs already spread a little, feeling pissed off and horny at the same time. I’d made the mistake of waiting for marriage before sleeping with my contract husband. My best friend Lisa had called me right when I got into the room. I answered because I needed to vent. Last night Ryan tried again, pumping his little pinky-sized dick into me for maybe a minute and half before he groaned and finished. No spark, no stretch, nothing. I faked a moan just to make him feel better and then rolled over frustrated as hell.

For fetishes I listed wearing women’s lingerie, but no wigs or makeup. I couldn’t believe I was actually filling out this profile, but I was also getting pretty excited at the same time, my wolf growling low with forbidden hunger. Although, I still wasn’t sure if I could actually go through with it if it got to that point. As I reviewed my profile, I never really thought about all of these details before, but it made me realize that I was open to pretty much anything, with a couple of exceptions. First, I wasn’t interested in kissing a guy because this was all about sex, not romance, after all. I also wasn’t interested in giving a guy a rim job, or a woman for that matter, but I guess it wou

Spicy books. Droves of them which I have read for fun without her knowing of course, and they all share one feature. They’re forbidden romances. Always been a stepbrother and a stepsister. While I believe Mor would kill whatever typecast male jock was set as her sexy step brother if she was ever in one of those novels…. she’s not. She’s right here. Right now. With a stepbrother she can’t stop looking at and who can’t stop looking at her even though he hides it.

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.

he muttered under his breath, unaware that tomorrow would unravel everything and turn his carefully balanced world upside down. *AUTHOR’S NOTE* This novel contains extreme taboo content and is strictly forbidden for younger audiences. BDSM, spicy scenes, threesomes, and erotic content will appear in unexpected chapters. Please note, there are no rape scenes. Enjoy the read!