Forbidden Romance Books 2020 Novels & Stories

The days following their first shared experience at Damien’s penthouse passed in a feverish haze of lust, guilt, and forbidden excitement. Elena and Marcus’s marriage had transformed into something unrecognizable—a volatile mix of love, betrayal, humiliation, and raw sexual obsession. Elena found herself thinking about Damien constantly. The way he dominated her body. The deep, commanding tone of his voice. The way his thick cock stretched and filled her so completely. She caught herself touching the fading marks on her skin, remembering every moment.

he grunted, reaching around to rub my clit. I pushed back, meeting every thrust, my second orgasm building. “Cum inside me, fill my pussy with your hot load.” He roared, his cock pulsing as he exploded, flooding me with his cum. I shattered around him, milking every drop as ecstasy consumed us. We collapsed, panting, his arms enveloping me protectively. “I love you, Kamilla. Marry me. Let's make this real.” Tears of joy pricked my eyes. The plot twist of the false positive had cleared the path, and now, with Katrina's blessing, our future shone bright.

Her brother, thankfully, was out with friends—some last-minute poker night. Good. She padded into the living room, heading straight for the bookshelf Adrian always hovered around. His collection was huge, but it was the bottom shelf she wanted—dark red spines, old bindings. Erotica, classic and poetic. She’d seen the way his eyes lingered on those books when he thought no one was watching. Her fingers brushed one of the worn covers: Venus in Furs. She smirked. Just as she was settling onto the couch with it—tucked into the far corner, legs curled beneath her—she heard a door open.

"Condition number one, no interfering with each other's personal lives. What we do is in bed and bed only. Two, no sleeping with others while we are fuck buddies. Let's keep it clean and between just the two of us. If any of us sleep around, this, what we have, is over,” I said and he didn't even think about it. "Deal,” he said almost immediately. "Okay. Deal,” I said. "Now, my turn,” he said and instead of speaking like I had expected, he walked towards the table that was cluttered with flowers and the packed food containers and bags and he retrieved a book from one of the bags.

I moaned, unable to stop it. “Look at you,” he said, his voice was low. “All shy and trembling. But you’re not a nun yet.” He leaned closer, his breath was warm on my cheek. “Let’s make sure you never want to be.” Then his voice dropped into a growl. “You’re my filthy little angel tonight. So go ahead… confess your sins to Daddy.” --- TO BE CONTINUED… --- Author's Note: Hey everyone, thanks for checking out my story! I've been so excited to share Mirabel's journey with you all. I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write.

Wrong (Bad Boy Billionaires #3) *BLURB* Henry Cavendish was my ideal man. He's a compassionate lover and definitely husband material. Almost everything about him was right. However, Adam Cavendish was stirring up my hormones. He's an ultimate womanizer, an expert kisser, and heck, he was my boss! So everything about him was wrong. I was suddenly torn between two hot lovers. There shouldn’t be a choice. Sharing is a great sin, but I wanted them both.

Forbidden Pleasures 60 Days With My Stepfather’s Brother 15 Caught in the Act The world outside the master bedroom had completely ceased to exist for the two of us. We were entirely, utterly lost in each other, drowning in a thick, suffocating ocean of pure, forbidden pleasure. The painful doubts of the previous day, the lingering fear of the future, and the heavy burden of Michael’s dark mafia lifestyle had all melted away into nothingness, replaced by the white-hot intensity of our sweating skin and the rhythmic, desperate movements of our bodies.

We fucked like that for a long time— passionate, possessive, romantic. The rivalry with Sophia and Brady was only making us need each other more.

If you’re craving another deliciously complicated romance filled with secrets, forbidden feelings, emotional chaos, and characters who absolutely refuse to make anything easy, then you might want to check out my newest books: CONFESS TO ME: FOR GOD UNTIL HIM and MARRYING HIS SISTER, LOVING HER BROTHER Two new stories. Two different kinds of trouble. And, naturally, plenty of reasons to lose sleep over fictional people. 😂❤️ So while you’re closing the final chapter of Ice Princes of Hell, don’t close the door on me just yet. There are more stories waiting. More secrets to uncover. More hearts to break. More love stories to fall into. And who knows? Maybe the next set of characters will steal