Forbidden Fantasy Free Read Novels & Stories

Something was driving me to him but I kept moving, without looking back. I went to the elevator to escape. Agreeing with him meant crossing the boundaries. I could not do that. My wavering fingers pressed the elevator button. My ears could hear the rushing footsteps. It was getting closer. I tapped on the elevator button consistently but in seconds was yanked away from it. A shriek of surprise left my mouth and I was in the forbidden lift with the forbidden man. "I am done playing the cat and mouse," Aahir growled, confining me in one of the corners.

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“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

Then he dragged his fingers down to my opening, feeling all the wetness. “You are such a nasty bitch, you know that?” He asked as he kept rubbing around my warm and licking flesh. “Yes, sir, I do.” I nodded, trying my best not to buck my hips into his slow and torturous touch. I was all bare on his desk; my fantasy that I never thought would realize outside my book and head was playing out. And I was helpless… willingly. “See how you’re dripping for me?” He brought his fingers up and licked them clean, his eyes closed to the sweetness, as if I was the nectar of the sweetest flower on earth.

I shot them a questioning glare, " What nonsense is this?" One of the guards responded bowing his head slightly, " Pardon us, Young Lady. Mr.Davidson has forbidden you to step out of this villa alone.” I shouted not holding back anymore, " What rubbish are you spouting! I am not a prisoner of him. Besides, I have an urgent task to do now. Let me know." The guards were unmoved despite my requests and stopped me several times from going outside. I stood there grounded stubbornly but they showed no sympathy. Frustrated, I started to get a panic attacks. If Carl leaves today, I will never find him again.

Tasted him—salty, bitter, forbidden. His eyes widened. She smiled. “Good boy, Daddy.” From that moment the rules were born. No more jerking without her permission. Confessions every night—every dark fantasy he’d buried since she turned sixteen. Her in control. Always. The next evening on the couch, movie flickering ignored, she straddled his lap in her nightie. No panties. She ground down, feeling him harden beneath her. “Touch me,” she said. He hesitated. “We can’t—”

Rhiannon between them, Zephyr’s arm around both women, Sapphire tracing lazy patterns on Rhiannon’s thigh. “This doesn’t end here,” Sapphire said softly, no regret in her voice. “We’ll figure out the rules… but I want more of this.” Rhiannon looked between them, heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. The sheltered student who had come seeking help with poetry was gone. In her place was a woman who had discovered the full, sinful depths of desire — intellectual, emotional, and physical. Zephyr kissed Rhiannon’s forehead, then his wife’s lips. The forbidden tutor had unraveled more than just one life. He had opened a door none of them could close.

“Then we stop pretending. I’m in love with you, Elena. Not some childish crush—this is real. I want you. All of you. Leave him.” Her heart stopped. “Alex… he’s your father. This would destroy everything.” “He destroyed it the day he neglected you and treated you like property,” Alex said darkly. “You’re mine now. I’ll take care of you. We can disappear—another island, another country. I have my own money from my trust fund. We don’t need him.” Elena stared into his eyes, seeing the raw obsession and love there. The anthropology of their situation hit her hard—how society condemned this exact taboo, yet how natural and powerful their connection felt. The forbidden had become everything.

The Fantasy Mara's POV Three days into our arrangement, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. About his hands. His mouth. The way he'd looked at me while he fucked me against his shower wall this morning before work. We were sitting in his living room now, both pretending to read. But I could feel his eyes on me, burning. "Tell me something you've always wanted to try," he said suddenly. I looked up from my book. "What?" "A fantasy. Something you've been too embarrassed to ask for."

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.