Forbidden Love Novels Novels & Stories

It was possession. And I let him have it. Because this wasn’t love. This was the kind of heat that burned everything in its path.

The human world usually does not allow a man to have several wives at the same time, at least not where I am. "She's not a third party, if it wasn't for Catherine, it would have been her with me, and I would have been able to save her when she was dying, you don't understand anything!" Sarnus shouted. "You are just treating Angelina with the rules of the blood, because of you, she was even abandoned by her own family, although you can consider it the most faithful love to each other, but your love, hurt not only Angelina and your queen, but also more people."

My fingers found my swollen clit and started rubbing in slow circles. The sight was too much. Isaac’s powerful body dominating my sister. The way he held her hair. The wet sounds. The raw lust on his face. Rehab had not worked. Not even close. I had found him attractive the second I saw him chopping wood. I had imagined him between my thighs, those strong hands holding me down, that thick cock stretching me. I tried to shove the thought away the moment I learned he was married to Claire. But now, watching him use her mouth while his eyes suddenly lifted and locked onto mine through the crack in the doorway, something dark and delicious bloomed inside me.

Isabelle Moreau stared at her phone, Mark’s loving message glowing on the screen while her pussy still throbbed from Vic’s fingers. Vic Lang stepped closer, her sharp green eyes dark with want. “Well, Izzy? What are you going to tell your sweet husband when you get home smelling like another woman’s touch?” Izzy’s violet eyes flicked up, full of guilt and heat. “I… I don’t know, I should go home. This is wrong, Vic. I’m married.”

“I’m falling for you, Cassandra. Not just the sex. You.” Those words made my chest tighten. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper. We made love like that for a long time, slow, intense, emotional. I came twice more, clinging to him, and when he finally finished inside me, he held me tight afterward, stroking my hair. We talked for hours after. About how scared we both were. About what might happen if our parents found out. About Brady. About the future after university. For the first time, it didn’t feel like just forbidden lust. It felt like something bigger and something worth the risk.

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At some point, I felt sorry for the trepadised doctors observing how frightened they wouldbecome whenever marco noticed my features contorted in pain so I did my best to mask the pain I would feel as I recieved my injections. After the doctors left, marco called a maid who had my bath prepared after which we both had dinner in my room. He had his arm wrapped around my shoulder with my petite figure hauled against his large frame. He was reading me one of the books I did not get the chance to complete before I got hit by this dreadful illness. It was tittled 'Faceless' by Amma Darko, a Ghanaian novel. I really loved the novel. It portrayed the phenomenon of the street child especially females

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