Forbidden Lust Novels & Stories

“You will give yourself to me now, Blakely. If you want me to believe that you don't have forbidden and disgusting feelings for your foster brother, you’ll have sex with me. Prove to me that you're still innocent.” My throat went dry when Stan started walking towards me. His eyes were showing different shades of darkness. I feel like it's consuming me in a dark way, that if I refuse, it will be the end of Nik's reputation. Forbidden. Disgusting. That's how they brand my feelings for Nik. They call it forbidden and disgusting. It's like the most sacred rule of Heaven was defied, and I am to receive the most painful punishment. Forbidden. I squeezed my eyes closed. Disgusting. Those words brea

My hips bucked as I sunk deeper into the mattress. "You're not tapping out?" He asked seriously as he walked over to me "Ahh!" I moaned loudly my back arching from the bed then I felt the vibrator stopped. He unbuckled the restraints and I couldn't move. My body has ran down yet I want him to fuck me. He hasn't done it since he claims punishment comes first then pleasure. He carefully took out the vibrator then kissed my sweaty forehead.

She read the words one after the other; as her finger touched a part of the words, a secret hole opened, revealing a large book. Chloe was standing behind her, curious of what's happening She carried it, blow on it as the book was covered in dust. Chloe handed her a cloth and dusted it with it. The first thing her eye catches was the words on the front cover, "Forbidden" She read slowly.

"It's been months since my last confession." Abram nodded, his voice steady. "Speak freely, child. The Lord listens through me. What burdens your soul?" She hesitated, fingers twisting her rosary. "I've given in to lust. Again and again. Men... women... it doesn't matter. I crave the heat of skin, the way bodies clash. Last week, I let a stranger pin me against a wall in a bar bathroom, his hands everywhere. I came so hard I saw stars." Abram's throat tightened, a flush creeping up his neck. He shifted, the wooden seat creaking. "Lust is a temptation we all face. Have you sought repentance?"

The forbidden nature of it, the absolute betrayal, makes my brain want to explode with dopamine. He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, and whispers seductively, "I am not going to stop until I am done destroying this pussy. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else." Oh my God. Fuck. The words shatter me. My juices are still coating him, making the penetration obscenely smooth. But the thoughts come rushing back, fueled by the taboo. " oh Selene, what the fuck are you doing?" My wolf tries to surface again, desperate. "This is your sister’s husband!" Lisa whispers, her voice weak against the roaring tide of lust. She tries to be the rational one, the moral compass correcting the

Elias pounded her pussy with controlled power, hitting spots that made her see stars. Lila felt lost in sensation. Her ropes dug into her skin. Wax cracked as she trembled. Emotions flooded her. She was falling hard for this forbidden romance. Elias’s mind games made her feel seen and owned. Marcus’s brutality reminded her of the wild spark that started it all. Shame and love mixed into pure overwhelmed lust. “Faster,” Elias ordered. “She is close. Make her cum hard for us.” Marcus groaned, thrusting aggressively. Elias drove into her with more force. Lila’s body shook on the edge of release.

But the memory of her thighs trembling around me, the memory of her pussy walls clenching around my fingers… it was very fresh in my mind, so NO! I couldn’t be calm. Hearing her confess to Mila about how she had always wanted me and how she had deliberately planned our escapades, it triggered my own buried lust, I have never been more turned on in my life. I squeezed my eyes shut. I know I shouldn’t have touched her– shouldn’t have given in. I shouldn’t have let my anger turn into lust. I shouldn’t have… “Dian!” Her voice. Sharp and desperate. Then footsteps followed, it sounded fast and determined.

“Right. I am your pretend girlfriend.” “Which reminds me.” He pulled out a document and slid it across the desk. “Sign it.” I took it and scanned through. The contract. The first clause stood out immediately. No falling in love. “Do I get to make my own rules?” I asked, stepping closer. He looked up. “What rules?” “You do not get to touch me for the six months.” A quiet hiss left him. “Not possible.” I signed the document anyway and placed it back on his desk.

I should run back into the bedroom, lock the door, and pretend none of this happened. I should pretend like it was a mistake that I don’t want him to do all that to me. But if I perish, I perish, I don't care now. So my fingers curl into the waistband of his pants again, almost without permission. He watches me do it. A low, approving sound rumbles in his chest. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Don’t stop this time.” I swallow hard. “This is wrong,” I whisper, even as my hand keeps moving. “You’re my husband’s father. I… I shouldn’t be touching you like this.”

I just couldn't. I imagined myself taking that cock inside of me and sliding in faster and lasting for hours that Damien can't. I imagined him grabbing my freaking ass and spanking my butts and he thrust behind me. I imagined him sucking my tits while fingered myself from pleasure. I imagined reaching orgasm for the first time. My mind was filled with lustful desires as I stared at his cock. He was about to turn and walk away when I stopped him. “Wait,” I said then he stopped and turned.