Forbidden Passion Novels & Stories

“The storm is not a melody for a creature of lust to play with.” “But it is,” she insisted, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She reached out, not touching him, but letting her hand hover near the bare skin of his chest. The air between her fingertips and his skin spat and crackled with tiny, eager sparks. “Is lust not a force of nature? Is the peak of passion not its own kind of cataclysm? I believe our natures are not so different. Let me learn. Let me feel.”

“For earlier…for the slap…For… all of it…It won’t happen again.” I looked up at her. “Are you still in love with him? Tell me the truth.” She hesitated and then sat on the armchair across from me. “I wouldn’t call it love…Not anymore. It’s… something else..a pull…a forbidden soulmate thing I can’t explain and can’t kill but I chose James…. I choose him every day.” I nodded slowly. “That’s my problem too Celine… I don’t want to marry Rachel…I did at some point but now I don't even know…maybe I thought I could have both…Fix it later…but now?” I laughed without humor.

Still shocked, she whispered, “it can't be, you're not supposed to….” I cut her, “I know what I'm supposed to do and what I'm not supposed to do,” I say a bit frustrated from the feeling of Maya being close to me and I can't do anything to her yet, with shaky breaths I continued, “I'm not supposed to love you ‘cause you love girls, you prefer them, I told myself countless times not too Maya, I really did but I couldn't. I couldn't control my feelings towards you,” I say moving my other free hand from her thigh slowly upwards. My hand moved on Maya's bare skin, since she is in a mini skirt, which gives me easy access to her, and a crop top with her nipples clearly perking through the thin lin

Meanwhile, after scrutinizing my front, especially my small, red–pointed n*ppl*s, she cleared her throat, and inquired, curtly, “Do you know why you are here, Natalia?” Reciting her usual motto, I responded, “Yes, ma'am. I'm here to learn the art of managing my future husband, the science of controlling my passion, as well as how to gratify his sensual rights fully.” “That is right, but you just violated half of the rules according to your statement. You have shown great care and love to the young man this evening, but you couldn't control pleasuring yourself, instead of focusing on his!” “B–But you also taught me how to arouse myself, while pleasuring my mate. I was unable to control the ex

“I won’t be anyone’s possession.” Lorenzo stepped closer, his breath warm against the back of her neck. The air between them felt charged, thick with unspoken words, unacknowledged feelings. “You already are,” he murmured, his voice low, almost coaxing. “You just haven’t accepted it yet.” Isabella’s heart pounded in her chest. Every word he spoke cut through her, each one a reminder of how powerless she felt. But she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her crumble. She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his with a defiance that burned deep inside her.

I caressed her slowly, my thumb tracing the line of her face as my emotions wrestled inside me. The feelings I had been suppressing clawed their way to the surface, stripping away reason. I shouldn’t have touched her. I shouldn’t have wanted more. But in that moment, I couldn’t stop. Still holding her gaze, I let the question slip, low and rough. “Why are you soo stubborn, Lara?”

He took a deep breath, attempting to control the storm brewing within him. “I loved your mother more than words can convey, you don't know how much I missed her,” he said, his voice strained. “Don’t question my feelings or motives. You’re too young to grasp the complexities of adult relationships.” But before he could continue, his daughter’s grief-fueled defiance took over. “Did you really love my mom? Or did you only marry her because of her wealth!” Elissa shouted. ‘slap’ In a surge of frustration, Alfredo’s hand met her cheek with a sharp slap. The sound echoed through the room, leaving an eerie silence. His eyes widened, realizing the weight of his actions, while his daughter’s tear-str

She was playing a dangerous game, trapped between a father’s love and a son’s desire, while an enemy stood at the gates with a shovel, ready to bury her. As she stared at the door, she realized the "forbidden" nature of her life wasn't just a thrill anymore. It was a noose, and it was tightening. She wanted Jayden to be with anyone he wants, even though it will hurt, but not Scarlett of all people. That night, Lena dreamt of a house made of glass and Scarlett standing outside with a handful of stone s, waiting for the perfect moment to shatter everything.

“Don’t tell me this is your first time?” “It is,” I admitted. My parents were church elders, deeply rooted in purity culture, where alcohol was forbidden and virtue was prized above all else. Twenty-one years old, and I had never tasted a drop of liquor, and never felt a man’s touch beyond a hug. “There’s always a first time,” he said gently, pouring red wine into the glasses. The first sip made me wince—it was sweet at first, then sharp, the taste blooming strangely across my tongue. It burned just enough to feel new, but underneath, it warmed me, like a temporary relief.

"Come closer, Tempesta.” I hesitated, shuffling over to his bedside. He didn't wait for me to get close,he reached out and yanked me down, forcing me to sit on the edge of the mattress beside him. "You're too naive for your own good," he rasped, his grip tightening. "Raf—" I gasped when he fisted my wedding gown, until his calloused palm pressed hard against the bare skin of my inner thigh. "Let's make a deal," he whispered, his fingers hooking into the silk of my panties and dragging them aside, "I'll forget you tried to kill me if you let me touch you again,”