Books About Forbidden Romance Novels & Stories

His breath now fanned my cheeks as he inched a little closer as if assessing me. Then I did something I couldn't believe I would ever do, something that I had only seen work in books and movies. I licked my lips, slowly, sexually, in a way that was meant to convey my want. His eyes darkened, a low groan erupting from his chest as my nipples hardened beneath my shirt in anticipation. I felt my bins getting giddy...I knew I was going to hate myself for this but a man as hot and sexy as Dante? Can only be seen in books and movies and if I don't get to survive all of this, I can at least die with a satisfied pussy.

The moon rises above the horizon, the same witness to our sins, our love, and our salvation. And beneath its light, our story continues, not as a secret, but as a legacy. The End Author’s Note If you’ve fallen in love with Gregory and Christie’s forbidden tale, you’ll be delighted to know that Celeste and Cassain’s own love story, Swapped at Birth, is available now on N******t and coming soon on GoodNovel. Their journey unfolds with sacrifices, passions and secrets that shaped two kingdoms — running parallel to Forbidden to Love: A Royal Sin. Don’t miss it!

He knew that he had her consent, and he was eager to show her how much he cared about her. Marco's hands roamed over Emilia's body, caressing her skin and sending shivers down her spine. Emilia felt herself melting into Marco's touch, her body responding to his every move. As Marco's lips met Emilia's, the world around them melted away. They were lost in their own little world of passion and desire, where nothing else mattered but the love they shared. Emilia's hands wrapped around Marco's neck, pulling him closer as their lips devoured each other. The kiss was intense, passionate, and all-consuming, leaving them both breathless and wanting more.

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.

The one I ache for in silence. The man who had me addicted to every look, every touch, every kiss. I wanted so badly to say it aloud, to claim him right then. But I couldn’t. Because Isaac wasn’t just anyone I could easily claim. He was my cousin. And in my world, that made him forbidden. Someone I could never parade as mine. Someone I could never dream of marrying. He was my secret, and a secret I prayed no one would ever expose even if I wanted to. Kenny’s gaze slid toward his direction and mine, burning with curiosity. “Ana, who’s he?” She tapped my arm, while her eyes lingered on him.

Her brother, thankfully, was out with friends—some last-minute poker night. Good. She padded into the living room, heading straight for the bookshelf Adrian always hovered around. His collection was huge, but it was the bottom shelf she wanted—dark red spines, old bindings. Erotica, classic and poetic. She’d seen the way his eyes lingered on those books when he thought no one was watching. Her fingers brushed one of the worn covers: Venus in Furs. She smirked. Just as she was settling onto the couch with it—tucked into the far corner, legs curled beneath her—she heard a door open.

“You’re going to be so full of my cum by the end of summer you’ll still feel me when I’m gone.” I came again, clenching around him, pulling him over the edge with me. We fell asleep tangled together, bodies slick, hearts racing. This was forbidden, addictive and perfect for us, I was not ready to stop… yet.

He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.

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“Then come here, Preye. Let me taste you. Let me show you what you’ve been missing.” “I… I don’t know if I can do this,” I whispered, my voice shaking. I took a shaky breath. My mind was screaming at me to stop. You have a boyfriend. You’re straight. This is wrong. But my body was betraying me completely. My pussy was soaked again, the way Lisa looked at me made my body ache in a completely new way. Lisa stepped closer, her fingers gently touching my waist. “You don’t have to know. Just feel it, Preye. I’ve wanted this for so long.”