Forced Love Novels & Stories

Amelia said worried as she was afraid that he would do something unpleasant. "Honey, you know you want me, so please stop fighting against me I know you said that you weren’t ready but please if you just let me love you, I will show you that I am the right man for you" He then whispered “Let me mark you mine” As he pressed a kiss on Amelia and inappropriately touched her.

Musa looked at Kiara with a smirk plastered on his face and said," You have to love me .Whether you can do it by your heart or by choice or i can do it by my ways" Kiara looked at him with a confused expression. She said, “What do you mean"? Musa patted her cheek and said, "THE BEGINNING OF FORCED LOVE ".

Blake wаѕ angry and seemed lіkе hе wanted to hurt ѕоmеthіng whеn I shared mу раіn. Thеѕе twо mеn аrе wіrеd completely differently. Yеt hоw саn I bе аttrасtеd to thеm both? Hоw am I even attracted tо Jаѕоn аt аll? Blаkе hаѕ mу heart. [Next POV from 'Carrie' in Chapter 41] ******** Author Note: Check out my 2nd Series "Forbidden Love Stories (Book 2)" on Goodovel. It is more sensual and has many hot steamy romance scenes and episodes which will make you curl your toes in excitement.

Lucien said as he moved inside her so violently and forcefully that she began to bleed from her opening But he did not care about her, his desire and anger toward her made him unable to know what was right The pleasure he felt as he had sex with her with such force that he had never felt before. He kissed her lips in a strong way that made them bleed strongly. But despite that, he did not calm down. He wrapped his hand around her neck and pressed with extreme force that made her face turn red. He moved inside her with extreme force and violence before he felt himself expelling his pleasure into her. He slowly moved away from her, kissing the top of her chest with intense desire. He knew that

Holding him tightly to my body with my nails digging into the scarred muscles of his broad back, I matched his pace with my wild and desperate movements. With the unbridled ferocity that drowned every memory of betrayal, rejection and fear in my mind, Draven took me over and over with that passionate and unstoppable strength. His love burned away the last shadows in my mind and soul. The climax hit me like a wave of bright silver light.

Flaskback "What else do you want from me! Why don't you let me go now?" James yells at her as he sits with Kristen in a black car Kristen smiled sarcastically and said menacingly, "You'll never get close to my brothers! Maybe Ryan can handle you because you're such a wild boy but you'll never get in Hannah's way. Was love ever forced?" "And who said that I love her or that I want her to love me? I wanted her to agree to humiliate her afterwards, as she humiliated me in front of my friends, but I no longer need that, because I used Ryan in the matter."

He worshipped me with a frantic intensity, drawing out the pleasure until it overrode the terror. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as the release hit me. Victor rose up, his eyes burning gold. He entered me in one deep, burying thrust. "I love you," he groaned, his hips snapping against mine. "Forever." We moved together in a rhythm born of survival. It was fast, hard, and consuming. Tears fell from my eyes, mixing with the sweat on our skin. The bond flared bright between us, a shield against the darkness outside.

“Tell me you’re scared. Tell me I’m forcing you.” “I’m scared,” she sobbed, the words a broken, desperate litany. “You’re forcing me. You’re making me do terrible things.” “Yeah, I am,” he growled, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. “I’m making you my whore. I’m making you my accomplice. And you fucking love it, don’t you?” “Yes,” she cried, the confession tearing from her throat. “God help me, I love it.”

Her tone was firm and conveyed her irritation. He pretended not to hear that. He actually increased his kisses there—on Helena's fingers. Even when she tried to pull her hands away, he still didn't let go. This was the only physical contact he could have in their situation. In fact, he could have done more like hugging her, for example. However, he did not dare take that risk and made her even angrier. His wife looked scary when she was furious.

He held my both hands upwards on the car door and went all in again, slamming the doors in between my thighs, this time felt better, he continued thrusting gently and kissing the sensitive skin underneath my ear, while I moaned softly. “You're so tight Michelle” he whispered in my ear as he pounded harder. He groaned and slammed for the last time and my legs gave out as they shook violently. He kissed my forehead again, as he fell on me breathing hard. A few minutes later, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close as if protecting something fragile. The windows steamed up, and for a while, it was just us—lost in a moment we shouldn’t have shared. *** The early morning breeze at 5 AM stirr