Forbidden Romance Books 2020 Novels & Stories

"I really thought you could at least give us a chance. I realized the hard way that we were never a thing." Before Lena could stop herself, she leaned in and kissed him. His eyes widened. They kept staring at each other, daring the next person to take a step. When Jayden leaned in to kiss her back, she backed up. Jayden shook his head and was about to stand up when she stopped him. Immediately dragging his chin gently, she deepened the kiss. His hands slid down, roaming around her body. This sensation was a new feeling. It was more like forbidden pleasure. He carried her onto his lap, and she straddled him. Her free hand roamed through his hair.

His other hand reached around and slapped her ass once, sharp, then rubbed the sting away. “Harder,” he ordered. She bounced faster. The wet sound of her taking him filled the room. Roman’s grip tightened. He thrust up to meet her every time she dropped down until she came again, shaking, forehead dropping to his shoulder. He held her there and fucked up into her through the aftershocks, then lifted her off him. “On your hands and knees. Face the window.” Lila moved into position. The open blinds made the situation impossible to hide. Roman knelt behind her, spread her cheeks with both hands, and spat on her asshole. His tongue followed, slow and thorough, licking her there while two fingers

While Anastasia was still at the academy... Far away from classrooms, lessons, and troublesome boys... Life within the Crimson Blood Pack continued as usual. Or at least... As usual as it could be. Inside one of the private chambers overlooking the inner courtyard, Anana sat comfortably curled into a large fur chair, a book resting open in her lap. The sight alone would have surprised most people who knew her. Years ago, she never would have imagined spending an afternoon like this. There had been a time when Anana would have chosen a sparring ground over a book without a second thought. Sitting still for hours and turning pages had never been her idea of enjoyment.

I had committed an unforgivable act, and I felt my heart as heavy as my thoughts were soiled. Yet, I'm stunned to think myself inlove with Alexander. Elizabeth, my identical twin had been chatting with Alexander Cavannagh online for months, and despite never meeting him in person, she felt herself inlove with him. When Alexander had asked her out on a date, she couldn't bear to disappoint him. However, she had reservations about meeting him alone. Then, she turned to me, voicing her worries.

The beast suddenly jumped, biting the black-robed man's arm and throwing it away with his strength, then he knocked the other man down with his big hind legs, he let out a fierce roar, and repeatedly licked his sharp teeth. I was sitting in the doorway, and suddenly behind me, I was sitting at the door, and all of a sudden, behind me, a voice rang out. "Dare you, boring with living?" "Hmm… Clinton again, come on." The men dressed in black descended from the terrace and disappeared. I turned to horror, a beautiful girl, short blond lemon hair and bright orange amber eyes, her bodice floating. The moonlight behind the girl made her look even better. "Thank you." Without her, I might have been

Elena, at 32, with her curvaceous figure, sharp green eyes, and cascading auburn hair, had always prided herself on being the perfect wife: supportive, sexy, and fiercely loyal. Yet, the spark in their marriage had faded, replaced by routine and unspoken resentments. Her fingers hesitated over the keyboard before diving into his email inbox. What she found hit her like a freight train. Not just one affair, but a meticulously constructed double life spanning three years. Emails from Lila Reynolds, his sultry blonde assistant, detailed everything: passionate weekends in luxury hotels, hidden bank accounts funding her lavish lifestyle, even discussions about leaving Elena for a fresh start. Pho

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The room is filled with the sound of their breathing and soft moans as they give in to their desires, the heat between them growing stronger with each passing moment. Penelope lay in Liam's arms, her body still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking as he pounded into her meaty ass. She couldn't believe what had just happened, how she had given in to the mate bond again and made love to the son of her father's greatest enemy. She knew that this was just the beginning of a very big trouble between both Packs. She could already feel the tension building between her father and Liam's father. She couldn't help but feel guilty for what she had done, for causing this rift between the two

The truth hung between them like smoke. He should have said ‘yes.’ Or better still, he should have stood, stepped away, closed the doors, locked his heart. Instead, he found himself asking quietly: “Do you want to?” Silence. Then she shook her head. “No.” He had never been so close to sin. It wasn’t lust alone, it was tenderness, longing, a hunger that felt almost holy. The forbidden kind of fervor that saints wrote about in secret diaries and burned before anyone could read.

“I can smell how wet you are. Let me touch you. Just once. Please.” My resistance cracked. I turned my head and our lips met—soft at first, then desperate. He tasted like whiskey and sin. His hand slid into my hair, gripping just hard enough to make me gasp into his mouth. I kissed him back fiercely, tongues tangling, years of stolen glances and late-night fantasies pouring out. “Cas,” I moaned against his lips. “This is so wrong.” “Feels fucking right to me.” He pulled me onto his lap, my dress bunching around my waist. His cock pressed hard against my soaked panties through his jeans. I rocked against him instinctively, grinding slow.