Extremely Taboo Romance Novels Novels & Stories

If I'd been asked before if I'd be okay with having an affair with my Boss I would have said, "No. No. No. And hell no." Why? Because my moral standards won't let me. I was a badass bitch but I wasn't ratchet. But the dynamics were different. With Master Cole, there was this sexual tension between us that threatened to burn down any room we were in together. The pressure got worse when we were alone. Denying the allure would have been a crime; a sin; a fucking atrocity. We were like spark plugs and our bodies reacted like magnets. The man was remarkable and he had managed to enslave me with his cock.

The mirrors on the side wall reflected everything, my muscular body driving into her, her legs wrapped around my waist, her full breasts bouncing wildly with every brutal thrust. “Look at the photos,” I growled, gripping her throat lightly. “Look at your dad’s face while I fuck you on his desk.” Isabella moaned louder, staring at the framed picture of her father shaking hands with some celebrity. The taboo made her pussy clench even tighter around me. “Harder!” she begged. “Fuck me like you hate him!” I pounded her mercilessly, the wet slapping sounds obscene in the quiet office. I flipped her over, bending her across the desk so she was facing the large window overlooking the gym floor. Any

He was relentless, his pace increasing until he was jackhammering into me, his cock a solid, unyielding piston that dominated my entire existence. He broke the kiss and whispered hotly against my ear, “Your mother warns everyone about me… but here you are, legs spread wide, dripping for the Devil. You were made for this. Made to take my cock.” His words sent a fresh rush of wetness between my legs. The taboo of his words, the sheer blasphemy of my desire, acted like a drug. My pussy spasmed around him, milking him with desperate, involuntary contractions. “I don’t care,” I screamed, my nails drawing bloody crescents into the meat of his shoulders. “I’m yours. Do it. Break me.”

“Because this company literally has a ban? Staff isn't supposed to have any romantic relationships with other staff. You know of this rule, fool. Besides, I'm sure these people already put two and two together to know that we are dating.” “You and I both know that the rule is a joke. There are a lot of people married to each other here. I'm sure some people are fucking themselves, even the executives too. But if you insist, we won't do much of that romance shit here at work,” Anthony said with a shrug of his broad shoulders and went around his desk. “Thank you. Anyway, thank you for the flowers. I totally forgot that today was my birthday. All this stress made me forget,” I said.

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

Bridget laughed evilly, clearly enjoying what was happening to her poor friend. "I bet she'd have kiss marks all over," Ivy added more to the naughty discussion. Ivy and Bridget giggled at the thought, they really had the wildest imagination of all. This was probably due to the fact that these two were both fans of Love Love Me: Intense Romance, a popular novel site where handsome, possessive characters usually had a deep and intense love for their beloved and caged them with their undying love for the other through intense physical activities. Definitely, they were intended for adult audiences. "I'm just worried they'd fight because of us," Dianne, the most rational among the group, looked

Samantha In all my years of owning a publishing company, I've read countless books about taboo themes. From reverse harem, erotica, age gap, incest, mafia romance, dark romance, and all the hardcore topics. I realised that, in New York, people shunned books like these, and they made sure to shut them down before they got to the public eye. I built my company to give people a chance to see through their creative imagination, no matter how dark it is. There are people who actually like reading books like these. They are invested in them too; hence, they need their fix.

Every thrust made my body shake. His heavy balls slapped against my clit. My juices ran down my thighs. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back while fucking me. His other hand reached around and rubbed my clit fast. “You like that?” he growled in my ear. “You like your stepbrother’s cock stretching this pussy?” “Yes… fuck yes,” I moaned. The taboo words made me even wetter. He fucked me faster. The kitchen filled with the sound of his skin slapping against mine and my loud, shameless moans.

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.

Please read the following carefully; - Strong language - Explicit sexual content - BDSM and power dynamics - Taboo relationships - Emotional abuse - Violence - Manipulation and coercion - Obsessive behavior - Betrayal / Revenge This is a dark erotic romance. Love here is messy, complicated, and comes at a cost darling. Please take care of yourself while reading and know it is okay to step away if anything becomes too overwhelming and of course, overstimulating. Take a step away, breathe, and come back when you are ready. Or you can choose not to come back at all. Your mental health and comfort matter infinitely more than any chapter I have written.