Forbidden Desires Novels & Stories

It was a struggle he couldn't easily resolve, a battle waged between the demands of his rationality and the thoughts of his forbidden desires. In the silence of his bedroom, Nathaniel wrestled with the thought of intimacy to get his fortune, the prospect of experiencing a love that transcended the confines of his contract marriage. He knew that the path forward was uncertain, filled with challenges and complexities, but the forbidden desire that had awakened within him could not be easily conquered.

He groaned. If, at that moment, I wanted to give into my burning desires, no one would know, as we were both far from home. But what would that make me? a whore that couldn’t resist her sister’s fiancée. No, I couldn’t be that type of person. I was better than that. I could resist him. I had to. So, drawing in a long breath, I willed my body and mind to resist him, and they worked in sync to do just that, but reluctantly.

The scent of him around the study seemed to wrap around me, intensifying the forbidden thrill. My world narrowed to the sensations, the rhythmic friction, the building pressure. I was lost in it, completely undone by the pleasure, forgetting everything but the insistent throb between my legs. My body arched, my nails scoring the leather of the chair as I fucked myself over and over again, calling out my step-father’s name without shame. Julian had wanted to know who was living under his roof. And now, he had the most intimate answer. I have become a whore for him. But still, he is my step father.

It was a bad idea, but just like Elina told me days ago, I only had one life to live so I shouldn't stop myself from doing the things that gave me pleasure. I swallowed the little bit of dignity left in me and stepped closer to him, leaving almost no space between us, I took in a shaky breath and whispered, "Touch me, Seth." I had finally accepted the terrifying reality that my guilt was nothing compared to my forbidden desires towards this man. I craved his touch more than anything, spending hours with my vibrator didn't come close to how it felt when he touched me. I wanted to feel it again. He stared at me for a second longer, I could tell he was really try

I slowly lifted the hem of my dress and reached for my folds under the tights. I tried to think of Nolan as I touched myself. The way he had first touched me for the first time. My fingers moved into a rhythm as I was lost in our memories. But as I came closer, the image in my mind changed to someone darker, someone intense, someone ruthless. He was everything I wanted, and he was everything I despised. My chest fell and rose quickly with sharp breaths. I was close, too close to release. I tried to think about Nolan, but my mind kept replaying the memory of when Raven made me come on his fingers. “Raven.” I moaned hard as I came a minute later.

I confessed, my heart pounding in my chest as I yielded to the irresistible pull of his touch. His lips found mine, a fervent urgency driving us both to seek solace in each other's embrace. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the intoxicating heat of our passion, the forbidden thrill of our illicit liaison. But even as we surrendered to the ecstasy of our desires, a nagging voice whispered in the back of my mind, a reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. We couldn't afford to be careless, not when the consequences of discovery could spell disaster for us both.

A single word. Hotter than fire, heavier than sin. Mara’s lips parted. “Me?” “I desired you,” he confessed softly. “Far too deeply. Far too humanly.” A flicker of guilt passed over his features. “Desire is forbidden for us. The moment I felt it I fell.” She swallowed hard, heat curling low in her belly. No one had ever looked at her like that like she was something holy and ruinous all at once. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, as though he feared she would break.

Wanted to touch me, taste me, make me fall apart under his hands and mouth. I needed a solution. This was wrong on every level. He’s my stepuncle and I’m his nephew, I’m supposed to be under his care and not under him! The taboo alone should have been enough to kill the attraction, but instead it fed the fire. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his broad shoulders between my thighs, felt the stretch of his fingers curling inside me, heard the wet sounds of his tongue licking deep while My body remembered every detail and craved more.

I shot Jenkins a look. “Noted,” he muttered, quickly gathering his files before leaving. She placed the coffee on my desk. “Your coffee, sir,” she emphasized the last word. “Are you trying to make me jealous?” She met my gaze without hesitation. “Are you?” “Leave.” I picked up the coffee, watching her walk out. What the hell was wrong with me? This was what happened when a man let desire cloud his judgment. And desire and revenge were never meant to mix. Aisha’s POV

On the verge of a sexual orgy, lust was driving my young white wife to be fucked by dark strangers. A lone lusty Emma, a naked white woman, was going to have sex with multiple dark cocks of strangers. What was driving them? Was it the lust of seeing a young naked white woman who wanted to be gangbanged? Surely, lust and sexual desire were causing this extreme arousal. Lust, in me seeing my wanton naked wife, was causing my permanent erection, albeit it paled in comparison and color as to what was lined up for Emma.