Forced Love Novels & Stories

I gasped, shoving at him. But the shove was weak because I didn't do it with enough force to move his hard body even an inch. "You're my stepbrother. This is sick." He chuckled. The sound was low and filthy. "Sick?” He shook his head. “No. You dripped for a stranger. Now imagine what I will do to every inch of you, knowing you are family." His fingers pressed harder, now rubbing my clit through the fabric. Pleasure spiked in my blood vessels that moment—unwanted but fierce, nearly consuming me whole. "Deny it. Tell me you're not wet right now."

Pure love was felt by two people whose words meant nothing when the show of emotions took charge. With each touch every kiss Victor was driven over the edge as he ravished the woman on top of him. No one was in control as the aphrodisiac of love took charge, the spell of lust lingering in the air. The cold breeze added to the moment as Vivie moaned her lungs out as she fisted the sheets driving herself even further down as ecstasy took over. The pleasure was undeniable, something forbidden that numbed everything. The outside world didn't seem to exist

Together, they wove a tapestry of love, each thread intertwined with the others, strengthening their bond with every touch, every kiss, and every whispered promise. Their lovemaking was a symphony of sighs, moans, and the soft rustle of skin against skin. It was a celebration of their love, a defiant stand against the darkness that had threatened to consume Vivi. In this moment, they were invincible, their love a beacon that illuminated the shadows, rendering them powerless.

He started to thrust forcefully and deeply into her, showing no concern for any pain it might cause her. Isabella gripped the bed tightly to hold on as Adam forcefully entered her. Oh, his cock was so large. The pain and pleasure became intertwined as the pleasure began to overshadow the discomfort. Why hadn't he treated her like this before? He pushed in and out rhythmically. "You are such a passionate lover," Isabella moaned, struggling to remove her robe from over her head. "I love you," Adam panted, responding to her teasing. "I love you too," Isabella whispered, encouraging him as he thrust harder into her ass, getting closer to complete penetration.

She used her full strength with her arms to push him back only to get them captured in his one hand while the other went to her waist making her stumble in his broad chest. It wasn’t a nice kiss. It was a forced passionate kiss like his personality. He didn’t give a shit about her protesting. Because he was having the best moment of his life. His love in his arms and lips on hers moving and biting only to find a way inside just like he wanted to barge inside her heart. By all means, even by force.

While he kept playing with my lips and tongue despite my will. I was just too consumed in the surrounding earlier that I didn't intake what was he doing, But now looking at my lips. I remember each and every tactic he used to force himself on me. And as soon as he pushed away from me his words in my ear, "I have been waiting for this from so long," was just another kind of torture. I turned to see the door, Lia walking inside, "He seems like he can't get over you?" She giggled, but I want feeling much to reciprocatd it.

“You will be. You’ll see. Once the bond is complete, you’ll understand. You’ll belong to me, and you’ll accept it. You’ll forget all about him.” “No, I won’t!” I cried, pulling away from his touch. “I’ll never forget Darius! I love him!” “You’ll be mine. That’s all that matters.” He shrugged, his eyes cold and devoid of any empathy. “What we have… what we will have… is something much deeper, much stronger.” “No, it’s not!” I insisted, my voice rising. “It’s not love if it’s forced! It’s not love if I don’t have a choice!”

Our markings his natural, mine newly awakened pulsed in perfect synchrony. Through our strengthening bond, I could feel Costa's memories becoming mine, and mine his. The pain of separation, the fragments of dreams that had sustained us both as we reached for each other, even in our 600 years of sleep. With brief glimpses of the three other times of when those who tried to set us free. They were about to kill me unless Costa surrendered, and the ones who were in Lord Vexan’s role each time.

"Focus on the mainframe. Leave the dead where they belong." Before I could counter his deflection, he pulled me flush against his body, his mouth crashing into mine with a fierce desperation that completely drowned out the legal threats and the bloody warnings of the ballroom. The encounter was a chaotic storm of mutual addiction and burning defiance, a high-stakes romance where the power dynamic was entirely tangled between legal marriage and forced captivity. We burned each other alive in the dark, using the physical intensity of our bodies to escape the ghosts that were actively scratching at our windows.

To each thrust, she shivered in response, arched her body towards him to feel more of him and to lose herself in the moment. And they did. They lost themselves in that beautiful and passionate moment. Their movements became more urgent, soft gasps and sweet endearment filled the room. Their touch became more demanding and finally with one shared look of mutual adoration, they gave themselves to each other completely. Don't forget to vote and comment on every chapter. Also show your love and support for this book by dropping a gem on each chapter. Help me reach more audience by voting. Thank you and Love you all.