Forbidden Affairs Novels & Stories

I thought it was just his cold, flat nature, but it was only recently that I found out that he was giving his smile and all his attention to another woman. Alice Howard is a beautiful, sexy, cheerful, intelligent, and wealthy woman who is undoubtedly above me. She always wears expensive brand-name clothes, a car that changes weekly, and social media full of vacation photos and party parties. She was living the dream. That's probably why I'm the one Maven has forgotten about. They're so equal and so attracted to each other. I wasn't even sure he really loved me when he asked me to be his girlfriend one year ago. And that it's been going on for five months already... I can't imagine what they

Rosie said, turning to her. Now all eyes were on her. She stiffened slightly. For a moment, she wished the ground would just open up and swallow her. She cleared her throat. “Ehm… I…” she started, then steadied herself. “I think Sarah’s right. They weren’t supposed to have an affair in the first place. It was selfish on their part.” She paused briefly. “The father not thinking about his son… and Jordan not thinking about her boyfriend’s feelings.” When she finished, she felt it.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

Ella Victoria Everette's Point of View Having something forbidden is exciting. Forbidden love provides happiness when there is no happiness. They say that an affair is thrilling. They are correct, proven, and tested. Then I met Rhys, my husband's son. He got me with his playful touch and when I fell in love, things are not meant for us.

That’s the debt I’m paying. It’s been almost a month. Gayle called off her wedding to Carlos. She said the accident made her see clearly—she never loved him. Maybe the crash gave us all a brutal sort of clarity. I don’t know. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, a nervous habit, as Paul steps back to let me into the penthouse.

Dark promise flashing before he looked away. In the way the confessional door stayed unlocked after vespers—silent invitation. It might happen again. One dark night when the convent slept. One whispered sin through the lattice. It might not. Life would roll on—matins, lauds, work in the garden, meals in silence. Pretending. Either way, the obsession had been real. Every stolen thrust. Every muffled cry. Every drop of him inside her. Every quiet gasp against stone walls. It was everything.

I was Clara Huntington, the daughter of a Senator, the fiancé of a rising political star, and currently, the loneliest woman in the state. My sex life with Julian was a polite tragedy. He approached intimacy like a diplomatic briefing—efficient, sterile, and over in barely fifteen minutes. He fucked like a saint, always asking for permission and never venturing below the neck with his mouth. I didn't love him; I was just a pawn in a game of chess between our fathers to merge two dynastic political machines. But after enduring his soft love-making sessions, the saintly routine had pushed me to the edge. I needed something that vibrated, something that shocked, and something that didn't care a

My disdain couldn't help but show on my face. Max's arrogance was both absurd and infuriating. In his mind, both Cindy and I were simply choices for him to pick from, with me being the inferior option compared to Cindy. Max smirked, "Yes, having an affair is morally wrong, but it's my forte." I chuckled, "Go ahead with your story. Whether or not I disdain you is irrelevant at this point."

After all, having an affair between the two was unethical. But was he the type that concerns about the immorality or the forbidden? He wasn't, and besides, he found the whole thing so fascinating that he gets a rush just thinking about it. "Can I please leave?" She pled pitifully, unconcerned about her reputation. She just wanted to get out. If someone else wakes up and finds her like way, she'll be done for. 'I shouldn't be thinking these things. This is just incorrect! I shouldn't do this!' she kept telling herself, despite the fact that her body wasn't buying it.

I was going to use his own lessons against him one last time. On a Thursday while I was still getting my affairs in order, a story hit the tabloids: FORBIDDEN ROMANCE AUTHOR'S SECRET AFFAIR WITH FATHER-IN-LAW EXPOSED. The photographs from outside Victor's hotel in Seattle, the same ones the blackmailer had threatened to release weeks ago, were suddenly splashed across every gossip site and social media feed in the country. Someone had finally followed through on the threat, and now the whole world knew what I had been living with for months.