Extremely Taboo Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“I know you write about girls who beg to be taken. Who want to be used. Fucked. Ruined…. raped!! I read that chapter so many times I lost count… the one where the man takes her even when she pretends to fight. You can’t lie and say you don’t know some girls crave that.” He was visibly taken aback, his body tensing under my touch. I could sense that he was surprised that I read his books. He probably still saw me as the innocent young girl he once knew. “Aby…” he warned, his voice rough. But I didn’t stop. I leaned in and kissed him hard, my tongue slipping into his mouth. He could definitely taste the alcohol on me — whiskey and desperation. I moaned softly into the kiss, rubbing my palm mor

Didn’t matter that my wolf was constantly pushing at my control, demanding I claim what was ours. She was forbidden. But then she goes and jumps on me wearing those fucking shorts that barely cover her ass, and that tank top where I can see everything, and wraps her legs around my waist, and my cock takes over my brain completely. I’d felt every curve of her body pressed against mine. Felt the heat of her even through our clothes. Felt her hard nipples against my chest. Smelled her arousal—sharp and sweet and absolutely maddening. For about three seconds, I’d forgotten every reason why I couldn’t have her. Had almost carried her straight upstairs and…

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

He sent her the mail, and barely two minutes later, she replied with all the excited emojis in the world. Ted chuckled, turned off his computer to get ready for the night. The reason why most girls wanted to hook up with the predator so bad aside from the fact that he had a huge dick, was that he made the dirtiest of their fantasies come true. For Sue Mary Kay, her dirtiest fantasy was getting fucked by an unknown stranger. The girl had been obsessed with stalker romance books growing up and wanted one so bad, the only thing that could get her to cum was getting fucked in the dark by a man she did not know who treated her like a whore.

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"So he's not cheating?" "God no," Sabrina said, hugging herself to your side. "Everything is consensual and in the open." "Fucking polyamory," Tasha sighed, then turned to Mosche. "Please tell me you don't have a girlfriend in your room or something." "No, not at all," Mosche said.

The truth hung between them like smoke. He should have said ‘yes.’ Or better still, he should have stood, stepped away, closed the doors, locked his heart. Instead, he found himself asking quietly: “Do you want to?” Silence. Then she shook her head. “No.” He had never been so close to sin. It wasn’t lust alone, it was tenderness, longing, a hunger that felt almost holy. The forbidden kind of fervor that saints wrote about in secret diaries and burned before anyone could read.

I nodded my head with a needy smile, not being in a state to reply or form a word. “Especially Emma." His daughter and my best friend's name was like a bucket of cold water, but the taboo nature of our tryst only fanned the flames of my arousal. I met his intense gaze, a wicked smile playing on my kiss-swollen lips. "Never," I promised breathlessly. "It’ll always be our little secret." That seemed to snap the last of Charles's restraint. He crushed his lips to mine in a bruising, hungry kiss, his tongue delving deep into my mouth, my moans swallowed by his fierce kiss. Our kiss was all-consuming, tongues entwined in an erotic dance.

Hart shrugged off his tweed jacket and loosened his tie, casual in a way that made her heart thrum. “I suppose we’ll have to wait it out.” Fallon sat across from him, legs crossed tightly as the firelight danced shadows across the Persian rug. She shouldn’t have noticed the way his gaze flicked down to her thighs. She shouldn’t have noticed the row of books tucked behind the encyclopedias leather bound, aged spines, titles in French. Erotica. Hart followed her gaze. Said nothing. But when she rose to touch the spines, tracing one book titled La Petite Mort, he spoke low and commanding.

Tim flooded Jenny's pussy multiple times, rough and brutal, while Lila got railed by his brothers. Jealousy fueled them. Tim seething as Lila screamed for more, Lila glaring as Jenny begged for her daddy's cum. They fucked through the anger, bodies entangled in taboo ecstasy, no end in sight. Was this the end of Lila and Tim's marriage? Or the beginning of a beautiful arrangement?