Forbidden Desire Novels & Stories

I stared at the screen for a long time. For the first time, I realized something terrifying. This wasn’t just desire anymore. This was war.

Every forbidden thought. “I… I…” My voice faltered, weak against the storm building between us. “Say it,” he commanded, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made me dizzy. “Say it, Jade. Admit that you want this as much as I do. Admit it before I decide I’m taking what I want anyway.” I wanted to. God, I wanted to. But fear—stupid, rational, humiliating fear, clamped down on my chest. And yet even as I tried to pull away, the ache in my body betrayed me. The craving was too real, too raw, too damn human.

“I’m so wet. My fingers are sliding through my dripping pussy while I confess my sins to you.” A sharp inhale came from his side of the booth. I smiled in the darkness as I slowly pushed one finger inside my tight heat, letting out a soft and needy moan. “Child,” he warned, voice rough and strained, almost broken. “You must stop this at once.” But I didn’t stop. I added a second finger, pumping slowly, the wet sounds clearly audible through the lattice. “I wish it were you, Father,” I continued, my voice shaking with arousal. “I want your tongue on my clit. I want your thick cock stretching me open right here in this church. I want you to punish me for being such a dirty girl.”

Dax’s warm breath fanned across Victor’s neck, making Victor’s hips twitch forward involuntarily, seeking friction against Dax’s thigh. Victor reached up, his fingers desperate to grip Dax’s waist, to pull this impossible, intoxicating creature into a brutal, possessive kiss. "Dax... touch me. Prove to me you're real." Dax’s eyes flickered with cold, vicious satisfaction. Just as Victor’s lips leaned in, Dax stepped back instantly, breaking the contact completely. Victor stumbled forward slightly, his mouth open, his chest heaving, his body aching with unfulfilled, agonizing desire.

~NORA~ The pleasure that coursed through me immediately his expert fingers plunged into my pussy was the kind I had never felt. The feeling was raw, crippling, and body-numbing. And I wanted to keep feeling that. My body was literally shaking, but I wanted more. I was close, but he couldn't let me come. Not that I wanted to. I wanted his cock buried deep inside of me before I could combust. He was staring at me, lips slightly parted and eyes glinting with thick lust.

[[ Clara's Pov ]] I saw the glimmer of hope crashing down behind the layer of his eyes. I felt the same too. Not because I pleaded guilty, but because I was sorry for my sister. She was an angel to me even though I had doubts about whether she thought the same of me or not. I saw his statue-like posture from afar. Perhaps he needed a few moments to return to his aloof mood. So I gave him enough space to calm down. My mind wandered on their previous

My hand travelled to her left breast that I grabbed before slapping it hard. She yelped in shock but was aroused soon. "I want more..." She was one horny bitch. "Sure, but first answer me..." My hand rested on her throat while she rode on my fingers like a whore. "I terribly wanted you in my cunt. My pussy needed your hardened cock." She kept on articulating how incredibly she wanted me but my mind wandered off to somewhere else, to the smile of that forbidden woman. I had to get her out of my head. Leaving kisses on the shoulder of the woman I was with, I bit her neck harshly.

’ But it doesn’t stop there anymore. Beneath my words, in another writing— his handwriting and the poem continues. ‘Oh, I burn for the forbidden, For the touch that condemns, For the desire that damns.’ ‘My hunger knows nothing but that it wants, and no guilt nor shame attached to it.’ ‘I am ruined by wanting. Ruined by the ache of almost.’ ‘Let me taste sin on your tongue. ‘Let me memorize the terrain of your surrender.’

He couldn't let his father take everything that he work so hard for years. As time went on, Samantha's feelings for Tristan intensified. She couldn't stop thinking about him, even when they weren't at the office. She replayed their conversations in her mind and dreamed of a world where they could be more than just step-siblings. The guilt of her desires weighed heavily on her conscience. ~ The house was unusually quiet, their parents having left town for an important client meeting. Tristan was left in charge, his mind wrestling with the forbidden desires he harbored for Samantha. In an attempt to distract himself, he found himself flirting with their maid.

Unconsciously, I licked my dry lips, a reflexive response to the overwhelming sensations that coursed through my body. Zander's eyes darkened further, mirroring the depths of his desire. It was a moment charged with longing, our bodies and souls yearning for something forbidden. The heavy air crackled with anticipation, and I couldn't deny the magnetic pull drawing us toward the sinful path. The desires and the unspoken words hung in the air, creating an undeniable tension that I could resist.