Forbidden Love Books Novels & Stories

The risk of Richard returning at any second sent electric thrills racing through me. Jax laughed darkly, hips snapping forward harder. “Say it. Tell me how much you love it.” I pulled back just enough to gasp, strings of saliva connecting my swollen lips to his glistening cock. “I love it,” I whispered hoarsely, voice wrecked. “I love sucking your big cock in my husband’s bedroom… more than I’ve ever loved anything he’s done to me.”

I said sweetly, my voice dripping with innocence, “isn’t it true that sometimes the greatest love stories are the most forbidden ones? Even when there’s an age gap… or someone else standing in the way?” The class murmured. Professor Winsley’s hand tightened around his marker. He turned to me slowly, his dark eyes locking onto mine with that commanding intensity that made my knees weak. “Miss Maradona,” he said, his voice dangerously calm, “in literature, forbidden love usually ends in tragedy. One or both parties get destroyed. Are you sure you want to discuss that topic?” I smiled, slow and wicked. “Oh, I’m very sure, Professor Winsley. I love a good tragedy… especially when I’m the one wri

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I heard Draven mutter and I looked up to glare at him, hatred filling my eyes as I brushed away my tears. “Fine? Does she look fine to you?!” I retorted, jolting up from my position as I brushed away Edward. I was about to take a step forward but to my very great frustration, my feet still refused to move. “Break this stupid compulsion!” I cried, clutching onto my dress as Draven walked up to me and I instantly stiffened when he reached up to graze my cheeks with his fingers, my body crippling at his touch. “If I were you, I’d choose my words very carefully from now on.” He warned, and I watched the blood trickle down his lips before he licked it off, causing a sob to escape through my lips.

Yet, the raw animal instinct inside me was so terrified of the dark. Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks, hot against my cold skin. If they don't come for me… if this is truly the end… at least I got to experience real, all-consuming love for a short time. At least I finally knew what it felt like to be intensely wanted, cherished, and protected by two powerful, beautiful men. Even if our love was wrong in the eyes of society. Even if it was entirely forbidden. It was the absolute best thing that ever happened to me.

My hand trembled as I pushed my hair back, forcing myself to hold his dark gaze. “Why do you always have to be this harsh? Is that how you show love? Is that why you married me?” He studied me, unblinking, then said with quiet mockery, “I do not think that was love. Maybe it was attraction. And perhaps it is gone now.” The world felt like it was collapsing with every single word. I fought to keep my voice steady. “You only wanted to ruin my life, did you not? This attraction should have ended long before this moment, not now, not when I am bound to you by marriage.”

He knows? With trembling hands, I reach into my hiding place, which I've made in the sofa. The sofa is old, with a box spring, the upholstery has come loose from the inside, and that's where I keep my treasures: varnish, a photograph, and a journal with declarations of love for Tim Frost. Now it all seems terribly naive and stupid to me. I'm so ashamed of my childhood diary and childhood confessions. Because now I know what adult love is. I still feel like Tim's hard cock is inside me, and I can't imagine what will happen if he reads the diary.

Then he left, the door locking again. I hate you!!. I repeated it every hour, every minute, clinging to it like a lifeline. But hate is a fragile thing, especially when isolation creeps in. The mansion was silent most days, except for the distant murmuring of his men. They brought me clothes, beautiful silky dresses that clung to my curves, lingerie I refused to wear at first. Books appeared on the nightstand, meals prepared to what I might like. It was all part of his game, I knew. He wants to soften me, break me without lifting a finger.

the one I had made for her birthday last year because she kept complaining the AC at the library was getting to her and she couldn't spend another time of her money on anything until she completed her husband's drugs. I had promised to help and she immediately warned me that she wouldn't take any money, just like she has always rejected. She never takes my money no matter how much she needs it for her husband's medication as that's where all her money always goes. I had knitted the sweater for her and she almost died of excitement that day. She cried and thanked me for being the child she never had, took me to her husband and we celebrated the day together...and now...I am staring at her lif

I barely heard Evely as the blood pounded in my veins. I caught up to Artemis spinning her around, she brushed off my hand, I know she could feel my anger. “I don’t understand Felix! We’ve known each other for years, considered marrying at one point. Hooking up every time we see each other. Just three days ago, you were all over me. Then you met this witch, only known her for a few days, and you’re willing to just throw us away? Forgive me for being a bit bitchy about it. I love you Felix, I always have.”