Books About Forbidden Romance Novels & Stories

he'd growled, pounding hard, his balls slapping against me. But, I loved it with Mr. Alfred more, the risk, the forbidden thrill I took for Katrina's father more. Every stolen moment after that, in his bed, even the kitchen while Katrina was upstairs. “Ride me, baby,” he'd say, and I'd straddle him, bouncing until we both came, his cum filling me up.

Especially not her husband. Lord Grant had approached intimacy like duty. Quick touches in dark rooms. Cold hands. Mechanical affection was offered only for the possibility of producing an heir. Arabella had spent three years believing perhaps passion simply did not exist for women like her. But now— Now merely remembering Edwin’s gaze made heat curl low inside her stomach. She rose suddenly from the chair. Restless. Achingly restless. Her heart pounded harder with every passing moment until finally she could no longer remain trapped inside the manor.

He forced himself to ask as he trailed wet kisses down the nape of her neck. She rolled her eyes. "Why do you keep spoiling the mood, Ryder?" This time she rolled over, pinning him to the bed and she let her hand guide his prick into her tight hole. Ryder had his eyes shut for a while, this was explicitly satisfying. He had never made love to a woman so he would in the past never be able to describe that scintillating feeling elicited from a romance. When she started to buck against him, he thought he would lose his senses. He was floating on cloud nine and needed as much time not to get lost in the abyss.

“In this world, you follow my rules. No talking to other men alone. No secrets. And you come to my bed when I want.” Sandra nodded. Her body ached in the best way. “I understand.” But inside she felt torn. This man was dangerous. He killed people. He ruled with fear. Yet his touch made her feel alive. She craved him already. Facondo pulled her on top of him again. “One more time, my bride.” Sandra lowered herself onto him. She moved her hips. Slow at first. Then faster. Facondo gripped her ass. He guided her. Their moans mixed together.

My fingers found my swollen clit and started rubbing in slow circles. The sight was too much. Isaac’s powerful body dominating my sister. The way he held her hair. The wet sounds. The raw lust on his face. Rehab had not worked. Not even close. I had found him attractive the second I saw him chopping wood. I had imagined him between my thighs, those strong hands holding me down, that thick cock stretching me. I tried to shove the thought away the moment I learned he was married to Claire. But now, watching him use her mouth while his eyes suddenly lifted and locked onto mine through the crack in the doorway, something dark and delicious bloomed inside me.

She practically fell into the first available empty seat she could find, three rows from the front, dropping her satchel to the floor with a thud. The air in the room had changed. It was charged, anticipatory. All eyes were fixed on him as he placed his coffee and bag on the lectern at the front. He didn’t need to call for silence. His presence commanded it. Scarlett’s fingers trembled as she opened her notebook. She dared not to look up. She bit her lip, trying to steady her thoughts. She had survived. Dr. Clarke began to speak, his voice filling the hall. “Today our topic is ‘Forbidden Romance’.”

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he agreed, and they somehow managed to finish the coding work with their hands shaking and their minds entirely elsewhere. That was how everything started with a kiss that shouldn't have happened and a decision to act on an attraction that was both forbidden and inevitable. By the time they made it to Sienna's apartment, Marcus had convinced himself that this was a terrible idea. By the time they made it through her front door, he'd stopped caring about terrible ideas. She pushed him against the wall immediately, her hands already working on his buttons. "Tell me you want this," she said, her accent thicker with desire. "Tell me this isn't just academic interest."

“Shouldn’t come in? Shouldn’t tell you how fucking hard it is to keep my hands off you? You kissed me back, Malia so don’t bother pretending.” “That was…” she stammered, hugging the book against her chest like it was armor. “That was a mistake.” I smirked, climbing onto the edge of her bed, ignoring the way she shrank back against the headboard. “Funny. It didn’t feel like a mistake, it felt like you finally stopped lying to yourself.” Her chest rose and fell too fast. I could see it in her eyes, panic tangled with want. “You’re making this harder than it has to be.”

"I really thought you could at least give us a chance. I realized the hard way that we were never a thing." Before Lena could stop herself, she leaned in and kissed him. His eyes widened. They kept staring at each other, daring the next person to take a step. When Jayden leaned in to kiss her back, she backed up. Jayden shook his head and was about to stand up when she stopped him. Immediately dragging his chin gently, she deepened the kiss. His hands slid down, roaming around her body. This sensation was a new feeling. It was more like forbidden pleasure. He carried her onto his lap, and she straddled him. Her free hand roamed through his hair.