Forbidden Attraction Signs Novels & Stories

His eyes were dark, hungry, and dangerous. He took one step toward me. “I can't hold myself anymore…I want you.”

"We are different from them." "Really?" Sigrid raised her head and reached out to hold his face. "Remember that you are not allowed to cheat on me physically. You are not allowed to cheat mentally either. You are not allowed to have a good impression of other women too. And, you are not allowed to neglect me. You see, I am still so attractive. I gave up my romantic affair for you today. You have to be good to me." George pinched her cheek angrily. "Do you feel aggrieved for giving up your romantic affair?"

“Good. Because I have darker plans for you, little pet. One day I’ll share you. Let my most trusted men watch while I breed you. Maybe even let them taste what’s mine… if you beg nicely.” The filthy promise sent a fresh wave of arousal through her body. Aliyah was scared. She was addicted. And she was starting to realize she didn’t want this month to ever end. She wanted to keep begging for the Wicked.

A whimper within me blocked all the noises of rationality that I have. I lowered my gaze to the floor. “ I just want to go home. Please. Let’s go home.” “ Look at me.” My head shook in denial. Looking at him will only make me tremble. They say his eyes are cursed and I know the reason why. It's tangled with something dark. A danger reflects in his orbs. Something, that even I, cannot handle. “ Santoro.” I denied his touch.

Chapter 2: A taste of temptation We stood side by side at the kitchen counter working on the dough, and the unspoken tension kept increasing. Every little move I made turned into some kind of forbidden teasing. I had brushed my hip against his thigh when I reached for the flour. I let my arm slide along his while we kneaded the dough. And I even pressed my breasts lightly against his bicep when I leaned in closer. Every touch I did made my pussy throb more. I was already soaked, and my bare folds were slippery and aching under that tiny skirt with no panties on.

Chapter 1: Meridian Kae's Pov The one rule of the Meridian Summit that nobody says out loud but everybody follows is that you do not cause a scene. You come in, you sit down, you negotiate whatever cross-pack dispute has been rotting for three years, and you leave with your territory intact and your dignity more or less where you left it. That is the deal. That has always been the deal. I fixed my cufflinks in the elevator on the way up because I'm the kind of man who notices when something is crooked and physically cannot leave it that way.

At this point, she felt nothing towards him, but it just felt good to be around him. Sarah was discouraged seeing that he wasn't interested in her...at all. It made her feel as if something was wrong with her. Well, obviously nothing was wrong with her. It was just the stupid guy she was after. He didn't want to date her as he already had Meera to play around with. He loved to play with other people's feelings, it was his most favorite game.

“I don't know what you're getting at, but what attracted me most to him, I repeat, goes beyond the physical, it involves the emotional! Of course, the physicist also counted... I am not and have never been an easy woman to win over... In an interview before I met him, long before... I made it clear to my fans that, because of some traumatic events during my childhood and adolescence, I became repelled by men who insisted on approaching me ... My psychologist called it “unwanted attractiveness syndrome”. When you have a very attractive appearance, “a feeling of repudiation is created due to excessive harassment”, according to the specialist.

He stood close, his presence both intimidating and exhilarating. He merely hummed in acknowledgment, his gaze fixed on mine for a beat too long. The intensity of his stare sent a strange warmth pooling between my legs, making me acutely aware of my own body, my own desires. I tore my gaze away, focusing on the buttons illuminating the elevator’s sleek panel.

Then obsession. He started to notice patterns, how she always kicked off her shoes when she was angry. How she curled her toes under when she lied. How she rested one ankle over the other when bored. He could read her like a book no one else had even opened. The first time she touched him, really touched him wasn't with her hands. They were tangled on the couch, drunk on nothing but attention and unresolved tension. She had pulled her legs up, placed her feet in his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. And then… moved.