Novel & Cerita Forbidden Age Gap Romance Books

Beautiful, confident Emily with her possessive grip and her perfect smile and her casual claim on the boy Luca had never stopped loving. Because that's what this was, wasn't it? This ache in his chest, this desperate need to be close to Ryan, this feeling like he could barely breathe when they were in the same room together. It was love. It had been love in eighth grade when they were just kids figuring out what attraction meant, and it was love now, deeper and more complicated and definitely more painful. Luca rolled over and buried his face in his pillow, trying to muffle the frustrated sound that escaped his throat. Two years ago, they'd been on the edge of something beautiful and terrify

Of the fire in his veins that I’d missed. His thighs caged me in. His body loomed above mine. I was trapped—beneath him, around him, within him. And God help me… it was intoxicating. His lips brushed mine. Not a kiss. A threat dressed like a promise. “He’s way older than you,” he said, low and rough, voice gravel and heat. “So believe it or not, love, I won’t tolerate your spoiled little games.” He leaned closer, forehead touching mine, eyes holding me like a knife to the throat.

Irina was a bad person who looked down on me and insulted me every chance she got. And I would be crazy if I let Milo slip through my fingers. "Hiding behind a man is not cute," she said in an overly sweet tone. "Neither is threatening a woman because your crush chose her over you. You know for your age, you're immature." Irina was twenty-eight yet she acted like she was nineteen. "Are you age-shaming me?" "Leave me alone. You can have Milo once I'm done with him." I walked past her to the car and this time she didn't try to stop me. She glared into my back as I left the building and got into the waiting car. It was almost dawn when I arrived at the penthouse.

“Y-yes.” He scoffed. “Well, I’ll tell you… Asking you to be my fuck buddy was a mistake. From now on, that rule or whatever the fuck it is ends. That stupid rule was a mistake, something I said in the moment because I was high on sex. So, please, understand me…The rule has ended and there will be no sexual contact between us again. We will go back to our old rule and the reason why we got married. Additionally, after two years, we will get a divorce, and I will set you free.” My heart shattered into a million pieces.

Hannah responded calmly, her smile polite. Seeing Darren's increasing displeasure, Hannah chuckled softly, reaching out to hold his hand. Turning to Kenneth, she softly said, "I have a hearty appetite. Candlelit dinners don't quite fill me up." After a pause, she added, "Moreover, older men are not my cup of tea. I find that there's a generation gap between us." Kenneth's expression froze. He retorted in disbelief, "I'm only 35! Is 35 considered old? It's the prime time for a man to be mature and charming. Men in their forties are still at their peak. Can they really be considered old?"

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage

Arabella had always kind of been attracted to older men, but she never thought it would come to this. She had a wet dream about Justin, the uncle of her boyfriend Noah, who was 23 years older than her. In the dream, she was in a dark room with Justin, and he was kissing her passionately. She could feel his strong arms around her, and she was melting into his embrace. He held her close, and she could feel his breath on her neck. She moaned softly as he kissed her neck, and she felt his hands wander down to her waist.

He took the glass from her hand and drank it in one gulp. "I just asked it casually." She was getting close to him slowly. She wrapped her hand around his waist. She was breathing in his smell. He was not showing any interest in her but she didn't halt herself. She got this opportunity after the death of her wife. How could she let him go?.

And the most dangerous part of all was how easily he made me forget that he was just the cook. Victor, my husband was much older than I was. He was in his late forties, while I was in my early thirties. It hadn’t been a love marriage. I had been pushed into it by my parents for his wealth, and I had accepted it because survival had sounded better than rebellion. Back then, I hadn’t thought I had much of a choice. My father had made sure of that.