Books With Forbidden Love Novels & Stories

The risk of Richard returning at any second sent electric thrills racing through me. Jax laughed darkly, hips snapping forward harder. “Say it. Tell me how much you love it.” I pulled back just enough to gasp, strings of saliva connecting my swollen lips to his glistening cock. “I love it,” I whispered hoarsely, voice wrecked. “I love sucking your big cock in my husband’s bedroom… more than I’ve ever loved anything he’s done to me.”

His scent, the firmness of his chest against my back, the confident claim in his hands—all blurred my thoughts and made my head spin. And the most dangerous part was the truth I didn’t dare say aloud. I was enjoying it. Every sinful second of it. “Kai,” he breathed against my skin, my name falling from his lips like something forbidden. His fingers closed around my nipples, pinching hard enough to send a sharp burst of pain through my chest. I cried out. The sound had barely left my mouth when Caspian bent his head. His lips found the aching flesh he’d tormented, warm and merciless as he drew it into his mouth.

he whispered. Meera snuggled closer, completely spent but deeply satisfied. In Alexander’s arms, she felt safe, loved, and utterly claimed. Their story had begun as forbidden desire between a powerful man and his young maid. Now, it was becoming something much deeper — a love that refused to be denied.

“And we set rules. Boundaries. For us.” I looked at him. “Like what?” “No more public risks. No more office or elevators or bathrooms. If we do this, it’s here. Private. And we stop the second either of us feels it’s too much.” I swallowed. “And if Langford pushes again?” “Then we fight. Together. Not me deciding for both of us.” Relief washed through me—small, tentative. “Okay.” He reached for my hand. Laced our fingers. “I meant it,” he said quietly. “I love you. Not just the idea of you. Not just the forbidden part. You. The stubborn, talented, infuriating woman who came back home and turned my life upside down.”

Now I want you so much it feels like starving. The room suddenly felt too small. The air felt too thin. The tension between us was unbearable, stretched so tightly that I felt as though one more breath might snap it completely. You cannot say things like that to me, I whispered, my hands rising to press against his chest. Not after revealing that my entire life has been built on a foundation of lies. I know. His fingers slid from my throat to the back of my neck. His grip was firm and possessive, yet surprisingly gentle as he tilted my head back. But I’m done pretending that what I feel for you is bound by a piece of paper or some family obligation. My heart stumbled. Adrian leaned closer, h

I moaned, unable to stop it. “Look at you,” he said, his voice was low. “All shy and trembling. But you’re not a nun yet.” He leaned closer, his breath was warm on my cheek. “Let’s make sure you never want to be.” Then his voice dropped into a growl. “You’re my filthy little angel tonight. So go ahead… confess your sins to Daddy.” --- TO BE CONTINUED… --- Author's Note: Hey everyone, thanks for checking out my story! I've been so excited to share Mirabel's journey with you all. I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write.

The plan was a solid one, one which was bound to be a success. The only problem I had to deal with was Arya and the annoying girl who always followed her around. How was I going to get rid of the two? I had to find a way and find one quickly. So I excused myself from Paige's company and went to my 'beloved' sister's tent. She was reading the dead old witch's spell book as usual. I stood behind trying to get a glimpse of what she was reading. It was a spell on how to find true love and my eyes widened at the ingredients needed. I snatched the book from her hands and dumped it into a bucket of water she'd placed near her bed. She let out a scream and rushed to save the book but I grabbed the h

It looked like a woman going to war. Against her daughter. For her lover. For the life she refused to lose. And as I drove into the night, thunder rumbling overhead, I whispered to myself a vow, a curse, and a confession all in one. > “The things we do for love… they never let us go.”

Still shocked, she whispered, “it can't be, you're not supposed to….” I cut her, “I know what I'm supposed to do and what I'm not supposed to do,” I say a bit frustrated from the feeling of Maya being close to me and I can't do anything to her yet, with shaky breaths I continued, “I'm not supposed to love you ‘cause you love girls, you prefer them, I told myself countless times not too Maya, I really did but I couldn't. I couldn't control my feelings towards you,” I say moving my other free hand from her thigh slowly upwards. My hand moved on Maya's bare skin, since she is in a mini skirt, which gives me easy access to her, and a crop top with her nipples clearly perking through the thin lin

She stood in the room, her hand on her waist thinking of where she could search when she remembered that she saw a glimpse of a black bag at the corner of the closet. She went back there and drew out the bag. It had a lock with a open space in the center like a heart shape. it is a type of lock which cannot be opened by with a key. She had seen something similar to the shape but couldn't remember. Kiah raised her head as she had footsteps coming towards the room. she quickly put the bag back in its place and went straight to the room and then, the door opens. "what are you doing here?" EARLIER IN THE MORNING