Forbidden Fruit Book Novels & Stories

Holy shit. My eyes widened. My head practically exploded with flavor. The heat bloomed across my tongue, warm and addictive, perfectly balanced with a subtle smokiness I had never tasted before. It wasn’t just good. It was insanely good. I took another fry, then another, chewing faster, my whole body reacting like I was tasting heaven for the first time. I leaned back against the bed, eyes half-closed in pure bliss, letting out a low, satisfied groan. “This is dangerous,” I muttered to myself, already reaching for a third fry.

"Care to share your thoughts on the symbolism of forbidden fruit in Milton’s Paradise Lost? Or are you too lost in your own thoughts today?" Heat flooded Sophia’s cheeks as every head turned toward her. She straightened in her seat, clutching her pen tighter. "The forbidden fruit represents not just temptation, Professor Voss, but the intoxicating pull of knowledge and desire that overrides all reason. Eve doesn’t eat it out of ignorance, she knows the consequences, yet the pull is stronger than fear."

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Scars didn't matter to him. He still treated me like a goddess. Not the way Bruce made me hate my own reflection so damn much to the point I couldn't stand to look at it. *** I spent my nights working on my novel... Because all of the time that I was spending with Arturo was giving me more inspiration than ever. Writing the book that I'd started when I was in bed with Bruce that day... Forbidden Fruit. Arturo knew that I loved to write... But he didn't criticize me for it.

But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

She crossed her arms, her posture rigid, as if she were holding back a storm. I couldn't breathe. My hands trembled in my lap, memories of that forbidden night flooding back, Mr. Alfred's strong hands gripping my hips, his thick cock thrusting deep into my wet pussy, our bodies slick with sweat as we fucked wildly on his bed. It had been pure ecstasy, raw and unfiltered, but now it twisted into terror. Had that one reckless moment doomed me? “I... I need to get tested,” I whispered, my voice breaking. Tears welled up, blurring the faces of the two people who'd become the center of my chaotic world.

“Fuck this!!” he groaned. And then his lips met mine in fury, so fiercely that it might bruise. Desperate. Like he’d been holding back for too long. Like the guilt, the denial, the distance had all crumbled beneath the pressure of his want. My lips parted instinctively, a soft, startled sound escaped me as he devoured every inch of my breath. His hands left my throat only to frame my face, fingertips trembling. I melted into him. Arms curling around his neck. My legs wrapped around his waist like I was trying to tether myself to something real, something solid, even if it was forbidden.

I bit my lips seductively as the image of his tongue flicking over my nipples while pinching hard on the other flooded my mind. My hand reflexively made for my nipples, pinching them through my tank top and enjoying the pleasurable sparks that shot through me. "God, you're hopeless, Nora!" I groaned into the sheet in sexual frustration. I bloody wanted more, but there was no way I could get it, not this morning at least. Just then a knock sounded on the door and I let out another groan. "Seriously, Olivia? Can't you wait for one freaking minute before showing up?" I screamed into the room as though Olivia was there listening to me.

"Tell me who my mother is, Adrian... or make me forget I ever asked." Adrian's restraint shattered completely. With a dark, possessive groan, his mouth claimed hers with a fierce, punishing hunger, drowning out the darkness, the lingering threats, and the web of lies in an all-consuming fire neither of them could control.

Technically her new step child was still a sophomore in high school as Karen's expression became amused, aroused, and almost angry at finding such graphic evidence of their taboo family secret writtenin her stepson's handwriting. Karen made a mental note to give her boy toy a stern lecture about being careful with their taboo secret from the rest of the world once she saw him again. The kinky stepmom was a voracious nympho and curious about her teenager's perception of her as she read her special boy's first story of their taboo deeds recorded in the journal.